36. Jasper
THIRTY-SIX
JASPER
I had no idea how long I’d been here—it could have been minutes or hours. I had no clue. It was weird, deprived of my senses, my mind silenced, and at some point, I stopped focusing on how numb my feet were or how much I wanted to scratch an itch. I didn’t try to force my swallow, saliva now pooling in my mouth and dribbling from my lips.
At some point, Trav had gone hard, his thick cock meaning I had to focus on breathing through my nose, but even that was no longer a focus. Instead, I felt like I was floating, my body vibrating, every touch to my head or neck lighting me up in a way I’d never experienced; it was as if I was now wired for pleasure.
I cried out when something cold landed between my cheeks, surprised that my thighs were spread, as I didn’t remember moving. I waited for another touch, but it didn’t come, forcing me to moan as my cock throbbed.
After what felt like a lifetime, familiar fingers pushed inside me, and I let out a muffled moan.
Finn’s fingers fucked me slowly, deeply, pressing against my prostate with each pass, the sensation making my eyes roll back in my head and the movement driving me onto Travis’ cock.
I realised the music had stopped and I could hear the muffled sounds of voices, before the headphones and blindfold were removed. The lights were on low, and Travis cupped my face.
“You want to continue? You’re okay?” he asked, looking solemn.
I licked my lips, my voice hoarse when I spoke. “Yes.”
He smiled, lighting up the room. “You did so well, Jas. You want your reward?” I nodded, and he stood, pulling his t-shirt off and throwing it to one side before ditching his jeans and underwear.
“Lean against the sofa. Can you wiggle your fingers?” I tried to work out if I could, the movement making pins and needles shoot down them, but I was distracted from the discomfort as Finn scissored his fingers inside me, my back arching and my hands balling into fists behind my back.
“Yes,” I whispered. Finn eased out of me, leaving me empty and frustrated, but I shuffled forward, resting my chest against the cushions. My oversensitive body felt it all—the coarse texture of the carpet tiles under my knees, the brush of the sofa fabric against my hard nipples, the slap of my cock against my abs as I moved.
“I need…” I had no idea what I needed. Something. Anything.
Them.
“Shhhhh, we’re going to give you exactly what you need,” Finn murmured in my ear, his warm breath against my skin another layer of overstimulation.
“Thank you, sir.”
“Take a nice deep breath and then blow out for me.” As I let out the breath, Finn pushed inside me in one smooth thrust.
“Fuck,” I cried loudly as Finn let out a satisfied moan.
Taking hold of my hips, he pulled out and pushed in again, tilting upward, so he hit that sweet spot. I’d done everything with Finn, but have him fuck me, and tears pricked my eyes at how perfect he felt.
His movements were agonisingly slow, measured, like he was proving how in control he was, while I felt wild, feral, unhinged, my hips grinding, desperately chasing the release my body demanded.
“Do you like your reward?” Finn asked, the timbre of his voice wrapping around me like another set of hands, setting my body on fire.
“Yes, sir.”
It was then I realised that there was actually another set of hands on me. Travis rolled my nipple in between his finger and thumb as his slippery with lube hand took hold of the head of my cock and he rubbed his thumb over my frenulum.
“F-fuck, please. Please let me come.”
Travis chuckled. “Not a chance. Not yet. We wanted to give you a lesson in edging. How are we doing?”
“So good, so good, my lord.”
“You’re dripping, Jas. How does Finn feel in that pretty hole of yours?”
I nodded and the unexpected sting of his hand on my arse cheek had my back bowing and my head dropping into the cushions, thrusting back harder onto Finn.
“You like that, Professor?” Finn asked, panting.
“Yes. Yes.”
Another slap had my hips bucking, Finn hitting deeper inside me, my orgasm skating dangerously close to the surface just as Travis squeezed my balls, the pain merging with my arousal, forcing my release back down.
“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir. My lord.” Words tumbled from my lips, my thoughts too jumbled to form into coherent sentences.
Finn’s hips stopped, and I let out a desperate wail, but he leant over to offer me a sloppy kiss. Movement over his shoulder caught my attention, and I almost died with excitement when Travis positioned himself between Finn’s thighs. The increase in pressure against the sofa and Finn’s needy cry told me that Travis was now inside Finn.
I sucked in a breath, tightening my abs as I prepared for him to start fucking Finn, knowing that he would take over and his thrusts would drive Finn into me.
Trav took hold of the rope around my wrist, pulling me back so I was almost sitting in Finn’s lap, pushing him so deep, my eyes watered, and then he moved, causing fireworks to explode behind my closed eyes as I submitted to the pleasure they offered me.