Page 117 of Cold Hard Cash

“Rod,” he whined. “We shouldn’t…”

“Jimmy,” Cold whined back, mocking Jimmy’s concerned tone before switching to his most sultry drawl. “You’re going to ride my cock nice and slow until I come in you, and if I’m satisfied, I’ll let you come too.”

“Fuck.”

“Mmhmm.” Cold nodded toward the drawer. “Get yourself ready for me.”

Jimmy leaned across him, fumbling to grab the lube. His hands shook as he slicked himself up so he could quickly thrust his fingers into himself with a grunt.

Watching his face intently, Cold ghosted a hand over his thrusting fingers to feel what he was doing. His tongue ran over his lips. Hungry but patient, he purred, “Good boy.”

Jimmy beamed at the praise, tipping his head back as he opened himself up. He moaned quietly when he hit the right angle to make his legs shake.

“Just wait until I’m all healed up,” Cold taunted. “I’ll take you apart myself, piece by piece. Tie you to the bed again, take hours stretching you out… Would you like that, Jimmy?”

“God. Yes, sir.” Jimmy whimpered.

It wasn’t long before Jimmy needed more than fingers to fill him and was lifting his hips for Cold to line his cock up. Jimmy slowly lowered himself, moaning as his body stretched. The angle made Cold’s already thick girth seem almost impossible, and Jimmy rocked his hips a few times as he struggled to make it all fit.

When Cold was fully sheathed inside his body, they held each other, savoring the connection and panting breathlessly. Jimmy kissed him, tender and sweet, their bodies pressed flush together as he slowly started to move.

“There.” Cold sighed, sounding relieved and content. “Just like that… Just like that.”

Jimmy was careful, every thrust threatening to make him scream outright from the intensity. Cold had a hand digging into his hip, guiding their rhythm to keep it slow and passionate as he dragged Jimmy down for another kiss. Jimmy never wanted to stop kissing him, drunk on the flavor and his lips soon raw from the sweet friction.

He kept rolling his hips under Cold’s firm guidance, his hands resting on Cold’s chest, though he was careful not to stray too far down his stomach. It was getting harder not to take more, and he was lost between being desperate for more sensation but still striving to be obedient.

Cold seemed to be having the same struggle, soon arching his back and flexing his hips for Jimmy to take his cock deeper. “Yes,” he hissed, fighting through the pain that crossed his face to thrust into him. “Fuck.”

Pushing himself up, Jimmy pressed his hands firmly on Cold’s chest to hold him in place. “Rod… let me. Let me take care of you.”

“Jimmy,” Cold grumbled.

“I’ve got you,” Jimmy promised, rocking his body with more purpose. He sat almost straight up and balanced himself on Cold’s cock. It was almost too much to handle and he dropped his head back with a groan, but he was determined to do this.

He rolled the entire line of his body into every slam, crying out passionately as he moved. He let his hips do all the work, riding Cold hard and dragging his hands down Cold’s chest as he gave him everything he had.

Cold grabbed Jimmy’s hands, tangling their hands together as he gazed reverently up at him.

Being the sole focus of Cold’s awestruck stare made Jimmy feel like the most gorgeous man in the world.

“Close.” Cold panted harder and louder. He was sweating, grunting as Jimmy fucked down on his cock.

“Come on,” Jimmy pleaded. “I want your come, please.”

Cold snarled at that, his body tensing beneath Jimmy. “Fuck.” He grabbed for Jimmy’s cock and stroked him hastily. “You’ve been so good. Come with me, now.”

Jimmy whimpered, thrusting into Cold’s hand as he sought to take them both over the edge. When it came, it wasn’t a sudden drop. It was a warm and soothing descent into pleasure, and he felt Cold pulsing deep inside of him as he released into his palm, moaning and shuddering together.

Tingles of ecstasy set every nerve in Jimmy’s body ablaze with fantastic bliss, and he struggled to keep the feeling going for as long as he could. His heart had never been so full, eyes wet with tears as he was overwhelmed knowing he could have lost Cold today.

Just an inch, Queen had said.

As the last few tremors left him, Jimmy looked down at Cold and had to release some of the emotions threatening to choke him. He swallowed back a thick cry, gasping passionately, “I love you.”

Cold looked terrified, trapped by those powerful words with no way to respond. His lips moved but nothing came out. He pulled Jimmy down into his arms and kissed the sobs right out of his mouth, holding him close and nearly crushing him. “Oh, Jimmy. I know… Fuck, I know.”

Clinging to him tightly, Jimmy cried against his chest as he let it all out. “I love you so much, Rod.”