Page 82 of Cold Hard Cash

“Not tonight.” Cold set the washcloth aside and then rubbed Jimmy’s thigh.

“But, sir, please—”

Cold pressed a hand against Jimmy’s neck, firm but gentle. “Mr. Poe, you’ll take what I give you or you’ll get nothing. Do you understand?”

Jimmy whined, but he nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Cold kept his hand around Jimmy’s throat, reaching down with the other to slowly trace over his cock. Jimmy was hard, trying to stay calm, trying to be good. He forced himself to relax, keeping his hips firmly planted. With a longing sigh, he let Cold tease and pet him all he wanted. He remained boneless and pliant as he closed his eyes.

“Good boy.” Cold rewarded Jimmy with his long fingers curling around the shaft of his cock.

Jimmy moaned in triumph. Yes, he was good. His chest filled to the brim with pride, and he gasped when Cold began to slowly jerk him off.

The pressure was just right, Cold squeezing his hand a little tighter on every upstroke and massaging his thumb below the head of Jimmy’s cock. Jimmy was soon writhing, and his back arched when Cold began to speed up.

Cold pressed his mouth against Jimmy’s neck, lips touching the edge of his ear, then the corner of his jaw. He sucked possessively with a hint of teeth, but it wasn’t enough to leave a mark.

Shivers raced up and down Jimmy’s spine as he leaned into it. This was the closest they had ever been, and there was nothing separating their bodies as Jimmy bucked against him. Cold was lean but much thicker than Jimmy.

All that muscle…

God, he wished he could see it, touch it.

“Please, sir.” Jimmy gasped. “Can I please touch you?”

“No,” Cold replied firmly as he worked over Jimmy’s cock faster, making Jimmy grunt in frustration and slap the side of the tub.

He yelped when Cold squeezed his cock so hard it hurt, and then he whined, “I’m sorry, sir.”

“Take what I give you,” Cold reminded him.

“But… I just want it so much, sir,” Jimmy pleaded, heat coiling up tight between his legs, ready to give way at any moment.

“No,” Cold snarled, his stroking slowing to a snail’s pace.

Jimmy sobbed and clawed at the side of the tub. He was so close, Cold’s fingers dangling him right at the edge of ecstasy.

“You’re mine.” Cold nipped Jimmy’s ear roughly. “But I am not yours. Don’t you ever forget that.”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy cried, moaning when Cold finally granted him mercy and feverishly jerked him off. He was so close, eyes wide as he moaned, “Fuck, fuck, can I come? Please, God, let me come, sir.”

“Now.” Cold bit Jimmy’s neck. “Come for me.”

Jimmy let himself go, and he gasped as he came hard into Cold’s palm. His hips jerked, thrusting a few times before he was spent. Sighing loudly, he sagged against Cold’s body.

“Good?” Cold asked with a smile in his words.

“Mmph.” Jimmy hummed. “Very. What about you?”

“I’m fine,” Cold assured him. “I enjoyed it very much.”

Jimmy stretched his legs in the cooling water. He enjoyed the comfortable silence for several moments before asking, “You really are gonna help my dad?”

“I said I was going to, and I will,” Cold said simply. “Now, come on. It’s late.” He herded Jimmy out of the tub.

Jimmy made happy little sounds as Cold dried him off and wrapped him in a warm robe. He managed to steal a quick glimpse of Cold’s backside when he fully opened the door and more light flooded in from the bedroom.

It was over too fast, Cold now hidden away in a robe of his own.