come with his hands, and I would be sadly disappointed.
“I’ll need you to lubricate my anus and rectum, Mr. Chastain.”
“Uh … okay. Yeah. I guess I could do that,” Cody said, clearly playing along.
My gaze followed as Jasper came to stand at the end of the table between my spread thighs. He leaned forward, and though I couldn’t see what Cody was doing, it wasn’t long before it was evident the younger man was doing exactly as he was instructed, fingering Jasper’s ass.
Jasper grunted.
“Does that hurt, Doc?” Cody asked, sounding innocent. “Am I doing it right?”
“No … no, it doesn’t hurt.” Jasper closed his eyes, moaned softly. “Fuck.”
“You’ll want to get him good and lubed,” I told Cody. “Deep as you can go.”
Jasper’s eyes opened, the light green darkening from arousal. He’d stopped stroking me, clearly focused on the way Cody was fingering his asshole.
“What are you gonna do for me, Doc?” I asked, watching him.
“I’m going to ease your pain.”
“And how do you plan to do that?” I wanted to hear him say it.
“I’m going to fuck myself on your cock until you come.”
My cock jerked in his hand. “You think that’ll work?”
“I’m damn sure gonna try,” he gritted out before barking for Cody to stop.
Jasper wasted no time at that point. He climbed up on the table with me, straddling my thighs as he moved forward.
“Would you like a condom, Mr. Bishop?”
I shook my head. Not necessary. We all had been tested, our results shared openly to all those employed by Owned, Incorporated.
“Mr. Chastain, I think it’s best if you wait outside,” Jasper stated. “I’ve got it from here.”
I could see Cody’s disappointment, but I wouldn’t lie and say I was disappointed that Jasper sent him on his way. It was about fucking time he owned up to what this was between us and what he truly wanted out of it.
The door closed with a click.
And then Jasper was doing as he promised, easing down on me, my cock sliding in inch by slick inch.
I remained still, staring up at him while he fucked himself on my cock, taking me in deep, lifting himself up, then down again. The muscles in his abdomen flexed, his pecs bunching as he did all the work. It was hot as hell to see him, to watch as he took his pleasure in an attempt to give me mine.
I didn’t rush, didn’t instruct, giving Jasper free rein. He knew what he was doing, working me right to the edge then backing off. Again and again, he brought me damn close to orgasm only to pause at the last second.
Jasper’s grunts grew louder, his moans mingling with mine until we reached the point of no return. I held my breath as the pleasure overwhelmed me, my balls drawing up tight to my body. And when I exhaled on a low groan, I came deep inside him. And then he was coming, too, his hands never gripping his cock. I found it erotic as hell to watch him, to know that he’d found his release without stimulating his dick.
It wasn’t the most creative scene I’d ever engaged in, but I had to admit, it was a damn fine introduction.
THIRTY-SIX
Braelyn
Saturday night’s party started in the ballroom of the resort. It was a grand affair, not entirely unlike the first night, with the exception there was no dinner being served.
Not indoors, at least.
As had become custom, I’d had a choice of three different outfits, all expensive gowns, all a bit skimpier than I was used to. There was red, there was white, and there was black. The moment I saw them, I knew that my selection would be telling, what I assumed was Talon’s point in giving me options.
Question now was which one did I go with?
Now, everyone knew black was more slimming, but that didn’t necessarily make it my first choice. When I saw it, I figured that would be the one, but then I stepped back and tried to think about what Talon was really saying with these selections. And based on the bikinis I’d had to choose from this week, I knew Talon was the one picking out my options.
So I had given some thought to what each one might mean. Not that I knew Talon well enough to decipher his thoughts, but I was getting to know him, picking up on certain nuances. In Talon’s eyes, I imagined white would reflect sweetness, perhaps virginal. While black would be simple and sexy. Red