Page 65 of Cold Hard Cash

Jimmy’s pulse raced from Cold’s smooth divesting. He loved how he undressed him, always with such care and patience. Jimmy watched him carefully fold everything and drop the clothes on the floor by the bench, and he shivered when Cold’s strong hands rested on his hips and squeezed hard.

“How would you like to see your name out on that marquee, hmm?” Cold asked. “Maybe I could watch you sing every night?”

“Are you serious?” Jimmy tried not to smile too big. “You’d… you’d do that?”

Picking Jimmy up effortlessly, Cold set him on top of the piano. “I would,” he said as he sat back at the bench between Jimmy’s long legs. He stroked Jimmy’s calf as he added, “Under certain conditions, of course.”

“Oh. Of course.” Jimmy couldn’t help but giggle, and he grinned down at Cold. He wondered if he’d ever be able to taste those wicked lips. “So, another deal?”

“Mmhmm.” Cold untied Jimmy’s sneakers and dropped them onto the floor with the clothes. His socks followed after. “But one thing at a time. First, there is the matter of your punishment, Mr. Poe.”

Next, Cold unfastened Jimmy’s pants, then slid them down his legs. He ran his fingers up over Jimmy’s thighs before grabbing the hem of his briefs and dragging those off as well. Then he took Jimmy’s knees and pushed them apart.

Jimmy smiled at all the affection. Cold was touching him more and more now. He couldn’t get enough of it, and he scooted his butt to the very edge of the piano, his feet stepping on the keys as he tried to get closer. A few scattered notes played as his toes tried to find a firm hold, and he gasped when Cold grabbed him again.

Easing Jimmy’s legs over his shoulders, Cold licked his lips.

Jimmy wanted to reach out and touch, but he kept his hands firmly in place behind him. So far this didn’t feel like a punishment, but the anticipation was thick and heavy. His cock stiffened as he leaned back on his hands and bit his lower lip anxiously.

Cold leaned forward, pushing Jimmy’s hips up and running his tongue flat against his hole with a ravenous growl.

“Fuck.” Jimmy whimpered. Cold licked and sucked so sweetly, and Jimmy was falling apart in moments. Cold’s tongue was amazingly dexterous, slipping deep inside along with a single finger and curling so perfectly that Jimmy’s legs were already shaking.

Humming contentedly, patient as always, Cold lavished Jimmy’s hole with long, flat licks and scorching kisses before another finger smoothly slipped inside him. Jimmy slouched down, trembling as Cold’s fingers tore out the most beautiful sounds from him. He was soon flat on his back, digging his heels in to bring Cold closer.

Cold shifted forward to better allow his tongue to tease around where his fingers pressed, the piano keys protesting as he got more passionate, and he pulled away for breath before diving in again. His fingers curled until Jimmy moaned loudly, the sound echoing throughout the empty club.

Jimmy was perspiring, his back arching off the piano as Cold sent stars zooming across his vision. Panting, he cried out a breathless warning. “God… Cold, I’m close.”

Cold moved his fingers and got his tongue back to work, and his hand fumbled for something on top of the piano. Jimmy was trying to thrust his hips against Cold’s face, wanting his tongue deeper, harder, anything to carry him over the edge.

Then there was a sudden splash of cold liquid pouring over his stomach.

He jerked up onto his elbows with a startled whine, gaping at Cold in a mix of horror and betrayal since the shock of the cool temperature had nearly killed his erection.

Cold was busy pouring the rest of the champagne over Jimmy’s body, chuckling happily as he sucked at his thighs and balls, lapping it up greedily.

Jimmy shivered. His nipples were hard, and the chill was making his body more sensitive. He shuddered again at how voracious Cold was, spilling the last few drops over Jimmy’s cock and then licking a hungry path up his shaft with his tongue to chase them down.

It wasn’t long before Jimmy was hard again, and he relaxed against the piano as Cold got him right back to where he was previously. Jimmy struggled to find something to hold on to, dragging his fingertips through his own hair as Cold buried his face between his legs. It was hard to believe he had Boss Cold down between his thighs. He was the king of Strassen Springs, a monster and a fiend, and he was eating Jimmy’s ass like he was starved for it.

“Close, please,” Jimmy pleaded, smug that at least Cold didn’t have any more champagne to dump on him. He tentatively rocked his hips down to gain more friction, his body tensing up in anticipation of what was sure to be a spectacular orgasm. “Please, let me come, sir.”

“No.” Cold roughly took hold of the base of Jimmy’s cock and squeezed tight.

The wind was knocked right out of Jimmy’s lungs, his pleasurable feelings crashing into a brick wall. His cock throbbed from being denied. He was right there. His balls absolutely ached for release. Jimmy banged his head against the piano, whining in frustration.

“Not yet,” Cold said sternly, pulling his hand away when he was sure Jimmy wasn’t going to come.

“But… sir?” Jimmy tried, his voice broken with need. “Please?”

“This is a punishment, remember?” Cold was positively smug. “To remind you who you belong to.”

Jimmy moaned at that and scrubbed his hands over his face. It was too hot in here now, and his desperation to orgasm was overwhelming. “I’m yours,” he promised. “Please, I’m all yours.”

“Prove it. Don’t come until I tell you that you can. No matter what. You only listen to me. Not to Rowena, not to anyone else. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy whispered as he tried not to sob. He wanted to be good for Cold, but he wanted to come too. The desire to relieve the pressure between his legs was maddening, and he took a few quick breaths to calm down.