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Lucky

There’s a time to shut your mouth

and a time to open wide.

“Hey, Eden.”

“Hey, Lucky,” she replies, resigned, bent over Jayk’s shoulder as he carts her down the hall, and I send her a sympathetic wave goodbye when he doesn’t slow.

Her breasts are perched on his shoulder, pushed dizzyingly high, and I briefly consider going after them before I catch sight of the axe in his hand.

You know what, Jayk with an axe is not a fight I need right now.

Maybe tomorrow.

With back up.

The door to Jasper’s room— our room—is ajar, so I push inside.

“Hey, do you know why Jayk had an?—”

Jasper slams the door closed behind me and grips my shoulder, then slams me back against the door.

“Get down. I need your mouth.”

He unbuttons his pants, unzipping himself, and he doesn’t need to say another fucking word. I get to my knees, need and heat and shock all crashing in on me.

Jasper’s never impatient, but he’s dragging his stiff cock out of his slacks and pressing it against my lips in seconds, and I let him in with a needy groan as he gasps.

Eden.

He was with Eden.

Jasper buries himself deep in my mouth, his head tipping back as I enclose him in wet heat. His cock throbs against my tongue, and his taste, his smell is sudden and scorching and everywhere. He presses something on his wrist—his watch?—then fists his hand in my hair brutally hard.

“You have five minutes. Get me off.”

I shudder around his cock, the hoarseness of his voice and the degradation of it hitting me in filthy places. My balls ache, brought to hot fucking misery in seconds as he looks down at me, his eyes glittering.

But God damn, I’m pretty sure I’ve been training my whole life for this.

I push forward, into that punishing grip, until he’s buried in my throat, and I have all of him in my mouth and my face is pressed against the silk shirt falling loose and parted around his cock.

I swallow hard around the heavy head of him, rubbing my tongue where his dick lies flat against it, coating myself in his perfect fucking taste, breathing him in—and Jasper’s curses punch out of him as his hand slams up to brace against the door.

“ Fuck , Lucien.”

I pull back a little, releasing him from my throat, and as I drag air in, moisture rushes into my mouth. Bringing my hand up, I fist the base of his cock hard, sucking and fucking his dick between my hand and my mouth.

He starts leaking onto my tongue, and I groan again, needing it badly. Wanting him to spill in my mouth so fucking bad, I think I might actually come in my pants if he does.

He never lets me touch him like this, and I can’t handle it.

“Three minutes,” Jasper snaps, strained, and the thrill bites into me.

I drag my free hand up to his balls, cupping them, squeezing, greedy for everything. Tearing my mouth from his cock for a second, I let my mouth follow my hand, running my tongue down the seam of his balls, sucking them into my mouth.

“Holy shit, Jasper,” I curse against him as he widens his stance, and I spit against his cock, stroking him hard.

I’m dizzy and on a timer, and I’m spoiled for everything I need to do right now. I suck my fingers into my mouth, then drag them from his balls to rub against his ass. The slick puckered press makes me whimper, my dick straining and painfully strapped against my zipper.

Jasper’s thighs lock up, and he growls a second before he snatches my wrist, stopping me.

Dazed, I look up at him. My lips are still pressed against his balls. “You don’t like it?”

His dick throbs in my hand, and I stroke him more absently.

Jasper shudders, his angular cheeks flushed. His hand flexes around my wrist. “I like it.”

The timer on his watch shows two minutes.

“You— That’s just fucking cheating, babe,” I splutter, and his eyes are hot coals.

“It’s my game. I say I’m not.”

He throws my hand back away from his ass, and I suck in a shaky breath, looking up at him from my knees. By my hair, he drags my mouth back to his cock, and the corner of his mouth lifts. If there wasn’t so much restrained violence in him, that smile would be pretty.

“You have thirty seconds. Surely you can put that whining mouth to better use.”

Fuck me, he’s still pretty.

“Fuck it, then. Take my mouth.” Licking his taste off my lip, I give him the dimple I know he gets off on. “You can even pretend it’s Eden’s if you want.”

Jasper’s eyes flare.

Burning at the injustice of his damn rule break, turned on beyond belief by it, I take him in my mouth again and grip his ass hard under his shirt. My tongue trails along every hot ridge of his cock, but I can’t take any of the time I want, so I suck him deep, groaning.

Jasper’s ass clenches under my hand. “Suck me, Lucien. Fuck.”

He fucks into my mouth, not waiting for me to move, and I don’t care. I don’t care if it’s for Eden or for me, or both, or neither. I was made for Jasper to use. He can do whatever he wants with me, for whatever reason, and I’ll only say yes, please .

He hits my throat, groaning, and his dick swells against my tongue. Gripping my hair, braced against the door, he fucks into me over and over until my mouth is soaked. My beard, my neck. Until his silk shirt is damp, and he bends my head back to look me in my wet eyes.

“If I’m fucking you, I’m only ever fucking you , Lucien.”

His timer goes off, and he pinches my nose as he steps in, pinning my head against the door and pressing deep into my throat.

He holds my head still, viciously cutting off my air from my nose, my throat, and I gag, strangling and choking around his cock as he fucks me.

He pulses against my tongue as he unloads down my throat, staring me in my eyes as tears stream down my face, his expression rapturous.

My dick is throbbing, chafing in my pants, my heart slamming against my chest, but I can’t get enough friction to come, and I sob as my vision darkens.

Jasper smiles at the sound with a soft, final shudder, then he releases my nose. He eases back as I cough, gasping, but he keeps one trembling hand against the door.

My thoughts come in stop-starts, but I’m so dick drunk I can’t follow any of them through. Instead, I rest my forehead against his stomach, shaking, and his cruel grip turns just as painfully gentle, stroking my hair.

“I love you, my Lucien.”

He says it simply, but with so much raw honesty that my throat thickens.

I roll my forehead against him, then look up.

“I love you, too.”

His eyes kindle.

He studies me with indulgent, heated affection, and his hand slips down to play in the wet mess of my beard. “Are you okay? I didn’t use you too hard?”

I huff a laugh, and it has more than a hint of desperation. My body is so desperate for release, there isn’t much I wouldn’t do to come right now.

“You can use me harder than that.”

And yeah.. . that came out way more like a plea than I meant it to.

Jasper’s lips curve, and he steps back to look down at me on my knees, his eyes trailing over my erection that’s about as fucking obvious at this point as the tower at Pisa, lean and all.

Then he looks down at his watch, pressing a button on the side.

That fucking watch .

Giving me one last amused look, he turns and walks toward the bathroom.

“Come clean off, Lucien.”

“Jasper?” I call, worry and horror starting to crash in. Jumping to my feet, I follow after him on shaky legs.

He knows if I said I’m okay, then I’m okay. I really only need him to check in after a scene like this—though the I love yous are nice—but . . . but we aren’t at the after .

We’re not at the after, right?

The shower flicks on, and I perk up. A sexy shower together could be promising. That’s not an after , if that’s what’s on offer. That’s sex. That’s him fucking me into a shower wall. That , I can get behind—or he can. If that’s what he means.

That may be a big if.

Because I’m having a big fear right now that he only wants to get clean so we can talk for hours and fall asleep together. That would be an after. That’s the after-iest of aftercare.

Damn it, he’s been raging about Jayk all week—and since he’s not taking all that rage out on him , I’ve been getting an extra sadisty sadist with too much pent-up need on his hands.

At this point, I need Eden for backup.

“Are we showering together?” I ask, poking my head in to see him stripping off his clothes.

Greedily, I stare at every inch of uncovered flesh, and my balls throb , heat pounding through my abdomen.

“We would have been.” He steps into the shower. “Had you shown a little more initiative and succeeded at your task within the timeframe, you’d be receiving much more than a shower right now.”

My mouth drops open, and my cock bobs, like he’s as worried about this as I am. I adjust myself through my pants, and Jasper cuts me a warning look in the shower mirror.

Heart racing, I take my hand away.

“Are you performance managing me?” I ask incredulously.

Slick, soapy suds slide down Jasper’s back, slipping over his ass. He rolls his shoulders languorously, and just as his obvious pleasure thrills me everywhere... it’s also a fucking turn on.

I grip the shower frame, staring in unholy desperation.

Jasper runs a hand through his hair as he turns to regard me. There’s only sated, cat-like satisfaction in his face as he looks at my cheeks and my shaking hands.

“Perhaps, Lucien, if you spent less time sassing me at inappropriate moments and more time applying yourself, things would go... easier... for you.”

“It was rigged!” I burst out, and his amusement deepens. Damn it, if he’d let me really apply myself like I was trying to, I would have had minutes on the fucking clock.

See how long he would really last with my tongue up his ass.

Fucking sadist. He gets off on this even more than me blowing him.

Frustrated, on edge, I run a hand into my hair. “I should get an A for effort, babe, come on. Please .”