Cold smirked, tapping his cock one more time against Jimmy’s mouth. “Wait right there for me...”
“Yes, sir.”
Cold slid off the bed, coming around behind Jimmy to release the spreader bar from between his knees. He sat back against the headboard as he lubed up his cock, reaching for Jimmy, since he still couldn’t move well with his arms tied.
“Come here. In my lap, your back to my chest.”
Jimmy eagerly crawled over as best he could, Cold’s strong arms helping him get into the position he wanted. He sat, knees bent with his feet flat on the bed. He felt a little like a frog sitting like that, grateful for Cold’s grip holding his arms so he didn’t teeter forward.
“Perfect,” Cold praised, reaching down between Jimmy’s cheeks to slowly remove the vibrating plug. He set it aside to clean up later, lifting Jimmy’s hips and teasing at his hole with the head of his cock.
“God...” Jimmy whined, his head tipping back at the beautiful torture.
Groaning appreciatively, Cold slowly began to let Jimmy ease down on his thick cock.
Jimmy cried out louder and louder until Cold was fully inside of him, panting as he sat all the way down, full and aching wonderfully. “Fuck... it’s so good.”
Holding onto his wrist tightly, Cold pushed Jimmy forward. If he let go, Jimmy would topple onto his face, but he trusted him, gasping at the stretch as Cold shifted beneath him. This angle felt amazing.
But Cold was enjoying himself too much to start moving yet, holding Jimmy’s ropes and using his other hand to slide along the curves of his body. He raised him up a little bit, enough to feel around Jimmy’s stretched hole where his cock was filling him up.
“Beautiful,” Cold whispered, admiring the tight fit.
“Thank you, sir,” Jimmy panted.
“Because you’ve been so good, I’m going to fuck you, but first I want to see how much you want it. Start fucking yourself on my cock. Use those gorgeous legs of yours. I won’t let you fall.”
Jimmy nodded, flexing his thighs and slowly lifting himself up, letting his body drop back down on Cold’s cock. He gasped at how deep it felt this way, adjusting his feet to give himself more leverage, slowly starting to bounce up and down.
Groaning with every slam, Jimmy would swear Cold’s cock was going right through him. The ropes pulled against every inch of his body, restricting him from being able to fully move or stretch and really get into it.
He pushed himself as hard as he could, thighs burning, his aching cock bobbing as he rode Cold. He wanted to go faster, wanted to feel the burn, but Cold grabbed him by his throat, soothing, “Easy, Mr. Poe...”
Jimmy tried to slam his hips down, tried to chase that sweet ache, but again Cold stopped him. He squeezed Jimmy’s neck until he gasped, pulling him backwards against him. Jimmy had no choice but to collapse onto his chest, crying out as Cold’s other hand snaked around his body to lightly stroke his cock.
“I told you to be easy,” Cold warned, his hand at Jimmy’s neck pressing down so hard that it made him grunt.
“I want you,” Jimmy begged, broken and damp sounding. “I want your cum, sir.”
“Be good for me and you’ll have it,” Cold assured him, drawing his knees in and bracing his feet against the sheets, while lifting Jimmy up to begin lovingly thrusting into him.
Jimmy went limp in Cold’s arms, his legs like noodles as they stretched out, spreading them as wide as he could. Leaning his head back, he pressed his mouth against Cold’s in a breathless kiss. “I love you. Fuck, I love you so much.”
All efforts to maintain a patient rhythm fell away at those sweet words, Cold kissing Jimmy with a frenzied passion, fucking him hard and fast. He growled, cradling the back of Jimmy’s head as he pushed his tongue deep into his mouth.
Jimmy squealed, his screaming muffled and desperate as Cold pounded into him, barely able to keep their lips together for needing air. “Oh, God, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, his fingers clawing at the fabric of Cold’s shirt, toes tightening up as he squirmed.
Cold squeezed Jimmy’s cock, stroking him and panting, “Gonna fill you up, Mr. Poe. Would you like that?”
“God, please,” Jimmy begged, feeling his body crawling to the sweet edge of oblivion. He wanted to leap so desperately, crying, “Please, please, can I come with you?”
“Yes,” Cold hissed between tight teeth, his furious pace faltering, as he groaned. “Come, Jimmy... come with me...”
Jimmy couldn’t hold back, too weak, orgasming the moment those words left Cold’s lips. His eyes closed, and he screamed as his cock shot all over his stomach and thighs.
Cold’s cock slammed harder with Jimmy clamping down on him. He growled low as he found his own end, holding Jimmy close, fingers clawing as he spilled inside of him and jerking his head around for a messy kiss.
Letting Cold handle him however he wanted, Jimmy whimpered as his orgasmic joy quickly turned into snug discomfort. He grunted, whining when Cold’s hips finally stilled. “Fuck...”
