ReidReid had chosen the Paragon for its distance from his father’s building, hoping to avoid encountering pack members. He let the valet take his Porsche and strolled into the grand foyer. Despite his casualness, his eyes swept the patrons lingering in the lounge chairs or checking in at reception, looking for any familiar faces, or any werewolves who might know his.He was in luck, there was no one he knew or who seemed to recognize him, and he reached the safety of the reception desk where, with his back to the room, he was less conspicuous. “A booking for Jasper Compton,” he said quietly. “The second party will be arriving soon.” He paid cash for the room and extras, pulling the thick wad of notes out and waiting with itchy impatience whilst the clerk laboriously counted and double-counted her way through them, his skin crawling as if every eye in the foyer was on his back.Finally, she was content that he’d paid the full amount and gave him one of the key passes and directions to
ReidJasper didn’t even hesitate to be strapped down to the bed, his eyes on Reid’s face and his fingers curling to caress Reid’s hands and wrists as Reid tightened the buckles. Part of Reid wanted to berate the other man for being a fool. Jasper Compton didn’t know who Reid was, and yet he’d come to a hotel room, and allowed Reid to strip him bare and tie him down. A few photos, a video of the Compton heir naked, hard, and tied down in BDSM sex play circulated on social media would fuck the Comptons up well and truly. It was naïve and stupid of the Compton puppy to not realize that, to think with his cock and not his brain.Reid trailed his fingertips over Jasper’s chest, down the corrugation of his ribs, along the sensitive side of his stomach to his hip bone. Jasper’s cock pulsed, nodding with each throb, a sticky string of precum following gravity over the curve of the head. Reid met Jasper’s eye as he gathered the droplet up with his fingertip, lifting it to his lips and licking
Jasper Jasper’s heart raced wildly in his chest. His skin was on fire, sweat beading across his brow and in the hollow of his throat. His nipples stung, pinched by clamps, and his balls felt unfamiliarly heavy, weighed down by a device that Jasper was only passingly familiar with but that the Knave had called a stretcher. It was a different sensation, one which when the Knave had first put the device on him, Jasper hadn’t been entirely sure that he liked, but as he lay there, the tightness of its hold, the weighted feel, preoccupied him, made him ache and tingle, and watching as the Knave applied one to himself had left a string of pre-cum leaking from Jasper that was slowly trailing its way over a mushroomed cockhead made glossy by saliva and lube. The muscles flowed under the silk of the Knave’s skin as his mate moved around the bed, taunting Jasper with the toys in between sips of champagne that he occasionally shared with Jasper. The Knave was taking his time, leaving Jasper in
JasperJasper leaned against the padded bed head next to the Knave and sipped champagne. It was incredibly intimate, their legs and their shoulders casually touching whilst feeling his cock heavy and sticky with lube on his thigh, and the still vibrating plug in his arse, and knowing that when they had both recovered, they’d slide back down the bed and fuck again.Jasper turned his head and leaned into the Knave, breathing in the rich scent of his hair before nuzzling into his cheek. He could smell the salt of the Knave’s sweat and the sweetness of the lube against the sharp earthiness of cum. It made him want to drag his tongue over the Knave’s skin, to taste the saltiness of him and wash it down his throat with the champagne.“This is trouble,” the Knave said softly, and Jasper felt a flutter in his chest, part anxiety, and part hope, that the Knave would bring up their mate bond and want to discuss it… But then the Knave chuckled. “You are entirely too sexy for your own good,” he c
ReidReid’s moan was muffled by the cushion. Jasper threaded their fingers, pinning their hands on either side of Reid’s head, holding his weight on them as he ground his hips into Reid, his breath panted and his body slick with sweat. Each thrust pressed Reid’s cock against the grinder, the textured surface squelching with lube. Combined with the fact that the Compton puppy had perfected the angle and movement Reid liked against his prostate, he was fighting not to cum before Jasper did.Jasper’s cry was gritty and broken, and Reid echoed it, the spark through his balls dragged out by the stretcher that he wore, so that the orgasm prolonged, curling his toes, and he grunted through the pump of cum, feeling the warm spread of liquid against his stomach as Jasper sagged over him.His mate’s breath was panted wetly against his shoulder. “Fuck,” Jasper whispered.“Yeah,” Reid’s lips curled in a grin. “Fuck. My balls might never recover from tonight.”“This morning,” Jasper replied. His c
ReidAfter breakfast, they shared a shower, bringing each other to orgasm in the process of washing, and then kissed a lingering goodbye at the door, both wearing rings of jasper that promised that they were going to make their star-crossed mate bond work, before parting until that night.On the way out, Reid extended the booking of the room for a week. Their little love den, he thought fondly. They would have to find a better solution in the long run, but the Paragon would do for the time being. Perhaps they could buy an apartment on the border of both packs, something small and subtle where their comings and goings would pass unnoticed…He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he drove to Marcella’s, enjoying the weight of the ring, and propped himself in the corner of the elevator, examining the jasper in the light. “My mate,” he tried the words aloud in the small square, and almost jumped out of his skin as the bell dinged and the door opened.He let himself into Marcella’s
ReidReid stretched his legs out on the coffee table and leaned his head back on the couch, blowing rings of smoke whilst he scrolled through images of BDSM wear on his phone. Jasper had put his name on Reid’s finger, and Reid was determined to return the favor. A nice discrete slave collar, he thought, with a padlock that Reid had the key to… A harness caught his attention, and he leaned forward and stabbed out the joint in the ashtray.“Add to cart,” he grinned. The weed was giving him a nice buzz and influencing his online shopping, he admitted. But damn it, Jasper would look hot in that harness. “Hmph,” he swung his feet down and rose to standing before pacing the room restlessly.He wouldn’t think about the problems, he told himself. He’d just think about the night ahead.His phone beeped with a message. “Fuck,” he pulled a face as the images popped onto his screen. “Fuck I’m going to have to bleach my eyeballs.” Marcella had more than delivered. There was no way that Gregory Ren
JasperJasper had an image locked in his mind, of Reid reclining back against the cushions, the tangle of bedsheets over his thigh giving hints of cock and the stretcher around his balls, his smile seductive and his eyes smouldering.He sketched it out, perfecting the curve of the lip, the fall of shadow, the line of hair that crept down Reid’s stomach…The resulting image was an erotic fantasy on paper, sensuous and slightly lewd in a way that had Jasper’s cock remembering all the things Reid had done to it. He was on the edge of retreating to his bathroom with a handful of oil and jerking off when the light shifted within the folly, a shadow dragging along the floor as someone passed by the windows.“Shit,” Jasper hastily hid the sketch and sternly scolded his cock into submission. By the time Charlotte tapped her knuckles on the door, he had smothered his lusty thoughts and was able to answer it without any hint of what he’d been up to, and more important, where his mind had been.