Page 142 of Cold Hard Cash

Jimmy lost all sense of time as Cold teased him, and he gasped when Cold finally pressed the tip of his finger inside. Cold held it there for a breath, but then he pulled away again.

Cock twitching in protest, Jimmy pouted.

Cold reached into the drawer of the bedside table, humming lightly to himself. Jimmy heard the click of a lube bottle and sighed happily. But Cold wasn’t done torturing him. He lazily swirled the lubricant around between his cheeks, still not penetrating him.

Jimmy whined, his hips pushing back. “Please.”

“No,” Cold firmly replied, and he cracked his palm across the tender flesh of Jimmy’s ass. “You should be happy I’m touching you at all. Maybe I should leave you like this, watch you squirm for a little while.”

“Please, sir.” Jimmy gasped, his cheek stinging from the rough spanking. “I promise… I’ll be good.”

“We’ll see.” Cold’s fingers returned to spread Jimmy’s cheeks wide, thumbs digging and massaging at his taint and around his hole.

Jimmy bowed his head in submission, and he let himself collapse against the bed with his ass still up in the air.

“There,” Cold murmured. “Just like that. Yes, be good for me.”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy whispered heatedly. “Anything for you.”

Like an answer to his prayers, Cold’s fingers slid inside of him. Gentle at first, but then rougher, deeper until Jimmy cried out from the stimulation. He dug his nails into his palms, and he grunted when Cold pressed in a third finger to make him moan louder.

“Look at you,” Cold praised as he opened Jimmy up. “Your little hole is so hungry, hmm?”

Clenching around Cold’s fingers, Jimmy whispered brokenly, “Yes, sir… God… I want more…”

“Tell me what you need, Mr. Poe.”

“Your cock, sir.”

“Mmm, I don’t know if you deserve that yet,” Cold said, leaning down and spitting lewdly on Jimmy’s hole. His fingers swirled around in his own saliva before plunging back inside Jimmy.

Jimmy whimpered and groaned when Cold’s fingers twisted and pressed against his prostate, causing him to shudder all over. “I’ll be good, so good,” he swore, wiggling against the rope.

It was driving him crazy not being able to touch, completely at Cold’s mercy. He was desperate and wrecked, trying to be good, but he loved every second of the beautiful torture. The thrill of being denied made every sensation hotter, and he gasped when Cold’s fingers plunged so far Jimmy would swear he was trying to fit his whole hand inside.

The feeling was powerful enough that Jimmy lifted his head off the bed, his hands curling into fists as he cried out, “Fuck!”

“There,” Cold soothed, twisting his fingers again and forcing Jimmy to squirm and sob. “Such a good boy.”

Panting hard, Jimmy gritted his teeth and took it all, and his toes curled as he writhed.

Cold released him from the intense pressure, withdrawing his hand and leaning down to kiss the curve of his ass. Whining at the contrast of sweet affection, Jimmy let his head flop back down against the mattress. He smiled when Cold’s tongue pressed into his stretched hole, and he was grateful for the warm slippery feeling working around his tender flesh.

“Mmph, God, yes,” Jimmy moaned, having to call on every drop of patience not to tilt his hips back and fuck himself on Cold’s probing tongue.

Cold was making love with his mouth—long, passionate licks punctuated by wet kisses and deep thrusts, all designed to make Jimmy fall to pieces.

Jimmy’s cock was so hard he could feel his pulse pounding away at the base of his shaft and in his balls. Smothering his face against the sheets, he gave himself over to every wonderful swipe of Cold’s nimble tongue.

The pressure building inside him was beyond intense. He thought he could almost come from this, sweat beading all across his body, with Cold’s breath making his overheated and sensitive flesh tingle.

Jimmy wanted to thrust his hips, grind his aching cock down into the mattress, or do anything to get friction. But no, he had to wait. He had to be good. He could only whine and babble nonsense about how good it felt, how much he loved it, how it was like being in pure heaven.

Cold kept him strung right on the edge for so long that Jimmy was dizzy when he stopped. Cold checked the ropes again, and his long fingers teased over Jimmy’s cock. “You always get so wet for me, Mr. Poe.”

“It feels good, sir.”

Cold reached into the bedside table once more, and soon, Jimmy felt the familiar cool texture of silicone press against his hole. The pressure was tolerable but couldn’t be ignored, and it made Jimmy groan as he felt the plug slide into place.