“Mmm, it would appear you’ve soiled my gloves,” Cold purred, referring to the trail of pre-cum left behind on the smooth leather.
“I’m sorry, sir,” Jimmy gasped. “I didn’t mean to!”
“Clean them,” Cold commanded, presenting his hand to Jimmy’s lips.
Leaning forward, Jimmy earnestly lapped over the leather to lick away his own filth. Yes, they were dirty; he had to clean them.
He groaned when two gloved fingers suddenly plunged deep into his mouth. He ran his tongue over the leather and began to suck hard.
Cold fucked his fingers into Jimmy’s mouth, grabbing the back of his head and watching him intently. “There,” he sighed. “Suck them clean, Mr. Poe. Such a good boy for me...”
Jimmy nodded firmly, groaning as he licked and sucked eagerly, gagging softly when Cold’s fingers hit the back of his tongue.
Cold waited until Jimmy’s eyes were watering before pulling away, and he softly kissed his brow. “Lovely, Mr. Poe.”
Jimmy blushed. “Thank you, sir.”
Cold sat down on the chaise, patting his thigh as he ordered, “Come sit. Facing away from me.”
Jimmy scrambled to obey, settling in Cold’s lap and leaning against his chest. He pouted when he felt Cold push him forward, asking, “Sir?”
“Keep your ass in my lap and put your hands down on the floor,” Cold instructed curtly.
Jimmy teetered down, grateful for Cold’s strong grip to keep him steady while he got in position. His ass was arched up, his knees spread wide as he kept his legs straddled across Cold’s hips.
It was awkward, feeling his abdominal muscles straining to hold himself up like this.
His cheeks heated up when he realized he was spread out before Cold like a banquet. He groaned when he felt gloved hands squeezing his cheeks and firm thumbs massaging just outside of his hole.
The pressure was intense, the leather ridiculously sexy, and Jimmy pushed himself up for more.
He got a quick spank in response, whining loudly.
“Stay,” Cold warned him, returning to stroking his gloved fingers over Jimmy’s asshole. He didn’t allow any penetration, only enough pressure to make Jimmy clench and ache, squeezing his balls gently.
Jimmy’s arms were soon starting to shake, and he glanced down between his legs to see his cock was dripping. He grunted softly, struggling to keep himself up, pleading softly, “Sir... I can’t...”
“Yes, you can,” Cold said firmly, bowing his head down.
Jimmy moaned when he felt the first warm slide of Cold’s tongue, the thick muscle dragging up his balls right to his hole. He had to scoot backwards and drop to his elbows, crying out as Cold began to slowly lick around his rim in precise circles.
Cold’s gloved fingers were pulling Jimmy’s cheeks apart, his lips kissing and sucking at his hole as his tongue began to press forward. The leather was warm now from being in such close contact with his skin, and Cold’s tongue was a hot iron as it darted inside of him.
Jimmy moaned happily, rocking back against Cold’s mouth. He expected to get spanked, but only heard a grunt of encouragement. He kept moving, eagerly grinding his hips up. He could feel Cold’s hard cock rubbing against his own, alternating between pressing there or back onto Cold’s wicked tongue.
He was trembling all over as the ache between his thighs began to throb. He balled his hands into fists, gasping, “Please...”
“Trust me,” Cold sighed adoringly, his tongue swiping reverently over the puckered flesh. “I will always take care of you.”
“You do, sir,” Jimmy agreed desperately. “You always do...”
“Then trust me,” Cold repeated, resuming fucking his tongue deep inside of him.
Jimmy gasped and whined, too hot, too eager, grinding his hips down hard. If he could get enough friction, he knew he could make himself come like this. He couldn’t do it without permission, but God, did he long for release.
Cold gave him a harsh slap on his thigh, growling, “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing, you naughty boy.”
“I wasn’t going to,” Jimmy protested pitifully. “Never, never without your permission, sir!”
