Jimmy gulped softly, moaning as Cold’s fingers sank into him. Next time, Cold had just said it. There was going to be a next time. That meant this was going well despite Jimmy’s previous infraction. He tried to relax as Cold fingered him roughly, tried to remind himself of what had brought him here.
Cold continued to tease and stretch out his hole, his long fingers playing in all the slick left behind from his earlier efforts. He finally seemed satisfied that Jimmy was ready, the head of his cock suddenly there in place of his fingers without warning.
The first sting of penetration took Jimmy’s breath away, trying to breathe through his nose and not scream. Cold was pushing and pushing and forcing Jimmy’s body to open up. He couldn’t hold back any longer, shouting as Cold slammed the last few inches of his thick cock inside him.
“Oh, God, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Jimmy cried, up on his elbows, trying to find any way to relieve the intense pressure.
“There you go,” Cold purred low, already beginning to move his body forward, thrusting deeply into Jimmy’s tight hole. “Just like that, Mr. Poe...”
Jimmy couldn’t find relief, Cold’s hands holding his hips in place and pulling him back to meet every savage slam. He whimpered and moaned, his eyes fluttering closed against the incredible sensations. The pain was intense, but pleasure was starting to lick its way up his spine, sending all the right signals to his brain to make his cock twitch.
It was starting to feel good.
Really good.
Jimmy had never felt so full, his body stretched to its very limit, and he sobbed almost hysterically against the mattress. He didn’t realize it at first, but Cold had been holding back. His thrusts were deep and mean, but there were a few precious seconds in between each one to let Jimmy prepare himself for the next.
Jimmy pushed up onto his hands and started to rock back on Cold’s cock, grunting loudly for more, causing Cold to moan quietly, clearly pleased.
“Yes...” he growled. “Come on... you look so beautiful fucking yourself on my cock.”
Whimpering and blushing at the nasty compliment, Jimmy continued to slam his hips back. Beautiful, Cold had called him beautiful. Then he soon realized that Cold was no longer moving. He was letting Jimmy control the pace. Eager to please, Jimmy threw his whole body into each thrust, taking every inch as he rocked back as hard as he could.
Cold allowed this to go on for several minutes, his hands squeezing Jimmy’s hips and gently petting over his raw cheeks, making small noises of encouragement for his efforts. But soon enough, he was bored of it, and that was when he finally showed Jimmy how much he had been restraining himself.
His hips snapped forward brutally, immediately setting a rapid pace that pushed Jimmy’s hips flat against the bed. He cried out, gasping as Cold pressed right on top of him, forcing his legs to spread as he slammed into him. Jimmy could only moan and sob, helpless to defend against such rough treatment.
No one had ever fucked Jimmy so hard before. Cold was using his body only for his own pleasure, growling as he took everything he wanted from Jimmy without mercy. The pain waxed and waned, mixed in with an alarming amount of ecstasy that Jimmy had never experienced. He submitted to Cold’s cock pounding away at him, groaning as he gave himself over completely.
Cold was a quiet lover. He grunted, growled, maybe a soft moan here and there, but he gave little indication that he was enjoying himself. It wasn’t until he started to get close that his breathing became labored and he grew louder. He cursed, his growls becoming stunted little roars, and he lifted a hand to slap Jimmy’s already sensitive ass.
“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 start begging for leniency, Cold pulled out, leaving him raw and gaping, moaning pitifully.
“Roll over,” Cold croaked, ripping off the condom and jerking himself furiously.
Jimmy whimpered, struggling to comply, flopping onto his back.
“Finish yourself off, now,” Cold commanded.
Lost in Cold’s stern voice and intense gaze, Jimmy immediately 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 cum 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 and oozing cock, begging, “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 cum 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 smirk as he moved away from the bed before Jimmy could find out. Carefully tucking himself away, Cold sighed loudly in satisfaction, but seemed to make 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 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 wanting to grab them immediately, but he waited.
