Page 17 of Cold Hard Cash

Jimmy flicked his eyes upward to meet Cold’s gaze, unable to identify the intense expression on his face. He looked like he was concentrating, as if trying to figure out a puzzle, but there was an element of frustration, like the solution was eluding him.

“You love this, don’t you?” Cold demanded, yanking Jimmy off his cock so he could answer him.

Jimmy gasped for air, his chest heaving as he licked his lips to catch some of the drool. He couldn’t nod because of how tightly Cold was holding him by his hair. Inhaling a few more precious gulps of oxygen, he finally whimpered, “I do.”

“Mmm, good boy.” Cold sighed, rubbing the head of his cock over Jimmy’s lips.

Jimmy caught himself chasing it, darting his tongue out in an attempt to get one more taste. He couldn’t explain the feeling of happiness that washed over him when Cold said he was a good boy, but nothing else in his entire life could compare. He whined again, able to get one quick lick before Cold pulled him out of range.

“Easy,” Cold soothed, his tight grip releasing and softly petting through Jimmy’s ruffled hair. He wiped the drool away from his mouth, even his tears, fingers moving with a tenderness Jimmy hadn’t thought the gangster capable of.

Jimmy beamed up at him and tried to lean into Cold’s hand like before. To his surprise, Cold cradled the side of his face, thumb drawing little circles over his cheek. “Good?”

“Very.” Cold let go all too soon so he could grab the condom from the table next to them. He rolled it down over his cock and then patted his lap. “Come on.”

Jimmy eagerly complied, slipping off his robe and being mindful to only use the sides of the chair to pull himself up. He straddled Cold’s hips and shuddered when he felt Cold’s cock pressing against his ass. He couldn’t wait for it to be inside of him. He was already reaching for the lube when Cold grabbed his wrist, pinning his hand behind him.

“Ah ah,” Cold scolded. “You’ve got to learn to slow down, Mr. Poe. I didn’t tell you to do that, now did I?”

“No, sir.” Jimmy cried out when Cold slapped his tender ass, his hips jerking forward. “Fuck!”

“Put both of your hands behind your back,” Cold instructed, reaching for the lubricant as he calmly waited for Jimmy to comply.

Jimmy held his hands as ordered, his right loosely holding his left wrist. He cried out when Cold spanked him again and teetered unsteadily in his lap. He didn’t dare move his arms, tensing his legs to keep himself balanced.

He groaned when one of Cold’s hands slid up and pressed into the small of his back, holding him tight so he wouldn’t fall over. Lubed fingers circled his hole, then plunged inside with purpose, and Jimmy whimpered.

Jimmy’s head tipped to the side, and he was grateful for Cold’s strong hand to keep him in place. He arched his hips against the probing fingers inside him. “God…”

Cold made a small sound, almost a grunt, as he stretched Jimmy’s hole. “Hands stay,” Cold reminded him, lifting Jimmy’s hips so he could line himself up.

“Yes, si-rrr! Fuck!” Jimmy yelled when Cold thrust his cock in, forcing him to take every inch in one deep slam. He squirmed, gasping from the sting, and tears again flowed as his fingers dug into his palms.

Cold was savage, taking Jimmy apart with brutal thrusts. He held Jimmy’s hips tightly, his teeth bared in a snarl as he fucked him. It went on and on without any signs of stopping, Cold’s hips pistoning like a machine.

Jimmy could only scream and pant, struggling to move in any way that could offer a reprieve. Cold wouldn’t let him, forcing him to stay as he was, and he grabbed a handful of Jimmy’s ass to squeeze the bruised flesh.

Jimmy hissed in surprise and pain, his cock achingly hard as it bobbed between them. He wailed as Cold suddenly spanked him again. Cold was fucking him so hard he thought his body was going to break. It was overwhelming, it hurt, and he didn’t know how much more he could handle.

Too much, it was too much. Jimmy squeezed his eyes closed, the safe word right on the tip of his tongue—

“You’re doing so well, Mr. Poe.” Cold growled, his teeth clenched together. “You’re taking my cock so fucking beautifully.”

The praise tipped Jimmy back from falling into the abyss, and he groaned as he rocked his hips down with renewed vigor. He could do this. He was making Cold happy. He wanted to make him feel good. He moved his hips in sync with Cold’s and dropped himself down to meet every cruel thrust and groan shamelessly.

It was starting to feel fantastic, and Jimmy’s head fell back as the pain was doused by a wave of bliss.

Cold seemed to appreciate his efforts, not correcting him for being such an active participant. In fact, the snap of his body had stopped almost completely as he let Jimmy take over. Not being able use his arms, Jimmy focused on the muscles of his stomach and his lower back, rolling his body over and over as he fucked Boss Cold.

Cold had the oddest look on his face, something akin to surprise, watching Jimmy intently as he rode him. Jimmy didn’t understand why Cold was stopping when it was finally feeling so good.

Jimmy groaned, his hips frantically slamming down on Cold’s cock, trying to get him going again. “Please, sir… I need more.”

“You’ll take what I give you,” Cold warned, popping his ass viciously.

“Fuck! Please!” Jimmy pleaded as he teetered. Another hard spank threw him completely off balance. Instinctively, his arms flew forward to catch himself. One caught the side of the chair, the other landed on Cold’s chest.

Jimmy’s eyes almost popped out of his head, and he froze in place. Oh God, he had touched him again. He wasn’t supposed to touch him. His palm was right over Cold’s heart, and he could feel the rapid thumping of his pulse beneath.