Jimmy’s ass was right there on the edge of the table, and he gasped when Cold suddenly lifted his legs up. The motion forced him to nearly fold in half, his ass spread and completely bared to Cold.
“Stay, Mr. Poe.” Cold was sitting down in the chair now, his hands pressed against Jimmy’s thighs, and leaning forward to lick between his cheeks.
Jimmy’s head dropped back against the table, and he groaned softly. He grabbed the edge to steady himself, his knees in his face as Cold’s tongue continued to press against his hole. He was absolutely melting, and the outside world had vanished.
A quick glance between his legs would have revealed the truth of it all. Cold was wearing a prison uniform and eating his ass off a steel government-issued table because he had been arrested for murder. At that moment, the dire situation simply didn’t exist.
Jimmy didn’t have to worry about reality right now. All that mattered was being a good boy and making Cold happy. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply, concentrating on nothing else except what was happening to his body. He cried out when Cold’s tongue began to push inside, and he wanted to weep with joy.
For a long time, Cold would only use his hands to please him down there, but over time he had become more comfortable. Cold was very talented with every part of his body, but his mouth and tongue were by far Jimmy’s favorites for foreplay.
He knew what an act of trust this was for Cold, and every moment was a delight. While Jimmy thoroughly enjoyed Cold sucking his cock, he would absolutely melt into human goo when Cold used his tongue on his hole. Cold was truly at his most wicked like this, using teasing jabs and hungry laps to dissolve all of Jimmy’s senses.
It was not lost on Jimmy that this was the most powerful man in the city, perhaps even the state, and he was devouring his ass as if it was the most delicious thing in the world.
That same tongue fucking away inside of him had started wars, destroyed empires, and it might even be enough to beat murder charges. Right then, it was set on totally ruining Jimmy, and he was left gasping from the dexterous muscle’s intense assaults.
He felt certain his soul would depart his body at any moment. Sobbing pitifully as his cock throbbed against his stomach, he could see it was dripping all over his shirt; he squirmed when one of Cold’s fingers began circling around his hole.
“Mmm...” Cold growled, playfully nipping Jimmy’s thigh. “You taste magnificent, Mr. Poe.”
“Th-thank you, sir,” Jimmy croaked as he blinked away a few tears.
“Are you going to miss my cock while I’m in here?” Cold asked bluntly, his finger beginning to press inside.
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy whined in reply. “A-and your hands... and, and your tongue... oh, God, your lips. I love your lips!”
“When you touch yourself, who will you think of?”
“You, sir! Only you!”
“Oh, so you’re planning on touching yourself without my permission while I’m gone?” Cold sneered.
“Yes! Wait, no!” Jimmy scrambled to figure out what the correct answer was and gasped as Cold’s finger twisted. The pleasurable sensation was intense, but it did burn.
Cold immediately noticed Jimmy’s discomfort and moved his hand. He rolled Jimmy on his side, ordering firmly, “Check your left jacket pocket.”
Jimmy fussed a little that Cold had stopped, but reached into his jacket obediently. He was surprised to find a packet of lube, grinning through the haze of lust. “Really?”
“I leave nothing to chance,” Cold reminded him smugly as he took the lube and slicked up two fingers.
Jimmy groaned as Cold easily slid them back inside of him, and his head dropped back against the table. He loved the slow stretch and the promise of more penetration to come. “Oh... fuck...”
“Feel good, Mr. Poe?”
“So... so fucking good...” Jimmy moaned, louder this time as Cold’s fingers pounded into him more aggressively. He was already open and ready, but Cold liked playing with him.
The teasing always made the final act of their play that much sweeter, even when Jimmy was sure it was going to drive him to madness.
Cold kept his thumb pressed against Jimmy’s taint as his other fingers stayed hard at work, curling in just so to make him writhe. He was always quiet, his soft panting being the only evidence that he was as worked up as Jimmy was.
“Please,” Jimmy managed to gasp, “please, sir!”
“Please, what? Use your words, Mr. Poe.”
“I need your cock!” Jimmy whined, grabbing for the edge of the table above his head. “Your fingers... it’s not enough.”
Cold waited several agonizing moments before finally replying, “No, definitely not enough.”
