Page 9 of Cold Hard Cash

“Fuck!” Jimmy wailed, tearful again and exhausted. He didn’t know how much more he could take, and Cold was seemingly relentless. Just as Jimmy was about to beg for leniency, Cold pulled out, leaving him raw and gaping, moaning pitifully.

“Roll over,” Cold croaked, ripping off the condom and then jerking himself furiously.

Jimmy whimpered, struggling to comply, flopping onto his back.

“Finish yourself off. Now.”

Lost in Cold’s stern voice and intense gaze, Jimmy reached down to touch his aching cock. It had been trapped beneath him against the sheets all this time, and he realized with a faint grimace that the moisture he felt under his back was from where he’d been leaking.

Taking a few deep breaths, he sniffed back his tears as he curled his fingers around himself. It only took a few tugs and he was coming, twitching and shouting as come splattered across his stomach. He came so hard that it made his head throb from the rush, moaning, “Fuck… Oh fuck!”

Suddenly, Cold was right on top of him, and Jimmy groaned as he realized what he was doing. Cold was going to come on him. Jimmy couldn’t look away from Cold’s hard cock. “Please, come on, please, do it!”

Cold’s eyes widened ever so slightly, his brow furrowing in concentration. He let out one single gorgeous groan, loud and happy, and his cock pulsed long streams of come all over Jimmy’s chest and stomach. It was hot and sticky, and Jimmy felt absolutely filthy.

He loved it.

Moaning quietly, Jimmy still trembled from the force of his orgasm, smiling stupidly up at Cold. It was that moment when he realized that he still had no idea what this man looked like naked. They hadn’t even kissed, his eyes zeroing in on those beautiful lips and wanting to know how they tasted.

Cold seemed to sense Jimmy’s desire, offering only a small smile as he moved away from the bed before Jimmy could find out. Tucking himself away, Cold sighed in satisfaction but made it clear that Jimmy would not be getting the show he desired.

Jimmy threw his arm over his face and gave a sharp exhale. That had been intense. Really intense. He was sore all over, especially his poor butt cheeks. Stretching out his aching body across the bed, he still couldn’t believe they hadn’t kissed, not once, and he made a mental note to remedy that on their next encounter.

Hearing the snap of a rubber band, Jimmy lifted his forearm to see Cold standing over him with a stack of cash. He grimaced when Cold started counting out the bills, letting them fall over his naked and sticky body. They were hundred dollar bills, he realized. A crazy part of his brain wanted to grab them immediately, but he waited.

He had to wait until Cold said he could move.

Cold smirked. “I’ve decided to officially accept your deal. You’ll need to be here again tomorrow night. Nine o’clock.”

Jimmy didn’t move, but a quick glance at the cash scattered all over him didn’t seem like the agreed upon amount. “This isn’t… ten thousand?”

“No, it’s not.” Cold snorted, his brows raised. “This was just a test run, remember? Think of it as an interview that went exceptionally well. I wasn’t going to agree to buy the cow without tasting the milk first, Mr. Poe.”

Jimmy’s face flushed, his head dropping back against the pillows. He had honestly forgotten that tonight wasn’t the official start of their arrangement.

“Besides, when and if you do earn your ten thousand dollars for a good night’s work, did you really think I was just going to give you cash?” Cold pursed his lips, apparently amused by the idea.

“Well… Yes?”

“Cash that you would turn around and pay right back to me?” Cold asked with a short laugh.

“When you put it that way, okay, yes, it’s…” Jimmy closed his eyes and sighed in frustration. “Right. Got it.”

“I think your track record proves that you’re not fiscally responsible,” Cold lectured, making one last adjustment to his sweater before walking back toward the desk. “I wouldn’t trust you not to waste it like you did all the rest of the money you owe me.”

“I didn’t waste it,” Jimmy said softly.

Cold huffed. “I’ve seen your apartment, Mr. Poe. Whatever you spent that cash on, it was definitely a waste because you have nothing to show for it.”

Those words cut deeper than Cold could ever know, and Jimmy’s eyes instantly welled up with tears. Cold was right. Thousands upon thousands of dollars spent, and Jimmy’s father remained in jail. He sniffed, rolling over onto his side, the crisp bills crunching as he moved.

“Can I go now, sir?” Jimmy asked, struggling to keep his voice from shaking.

“Is it five o’clock?” Cold asked sternly.

“No.”

“There’s your answer,” Cold replied flatly as he sat back down at his desk. “Get up. Take another shower. I may wanna fuck you again before you leave.”