Flushing with pride, Jimmy grinded his hips mindlessly into the bed. “Mmm, thank you, sir.”
“Save your gratitude. We’re not finished yet.” Cold began to descend, not stopping until he was down between Jimmy’s thighs. “Oh, Mr. Poe,” he sighed ravenously, “what a lovely sight you are.”
Jimmy squirmed, his mind flashing with all the possible lewd images of what Cold was seeing: his spanked ass, his gaping and wet hole, and every inch of his body shining with sweat. It was positively pornographic. “Mm... Rod...”
Cold’s hands spread his cheeks apart, his thumbs pressing in to massage around his stretched hole. He kept moving inward, his thumbs slipping inside and gently tugging Jimmy’s ass open. “You’re absolutely stuffed, Mr. Poe.”
Whining softly, Jimmy buried his face down into the pillows. He could feel Cold’s thumbs teasing inside of him, stroking the silky and wet tissue, and he felt so filthy. “Rod... please.”
“I’m going to take care of you, Mr. Poe,” Cold said, his tone firm, but he was obviously smiling. “Try not to move.”
The first plunge of Cold’s tongue over his stretched hole made Jimmy moan and jerk up before limply dropping his head back onto the pillow.
Cold grabbed Jimmy’s cheeks and spread them wider, his cool fingers soothing against the still sore flesh. His tongue was blazing hot in contrast, pushing inside of Jimmy as he eagerly sucked him clean.
Jimmy was overcome with the physical pleasure and broiling with shame from such a lewd act. Cold was eating him out and swallowing down his cum, leaving every one of Jimmy’s nerve endings totally fried. He was so open and slick, and it was amazing how easily Cold’s tongue slid in and out of him.
Cold moved a hand beneath Jimmy, grabbing his balls and squeezing before moving up to his cock. He pulled it down between his legs, tugging him in tandem with his tongue plunging inside of him.
“F-fuck!” Jimmy whimpered, clawing at the sheets and whining. Cold’s skilled fingers were stroking him so perfectly and he couldn’t stop, he was gonna—“Fuck, Rod! I’m gonna fuckin’ come! Can I please please please—!”
“Come for me,” Cold rumbled against Jimmy’s flesh, his ministrations immediately speeding up. “Now!”
Jimmy’s brain shut down as he came, a singular moment of pure ecstasy that stole his breath and left him shuddering as his cock pulsed across the bed. Every twist of Cold’s hand pulled a loud moan from his lips, and he thrust back until he couldn’t stand it any longer and began to cry.
“Good boy, Mr. Poe.” Cold gently released Jimmy’s cock and slid up to lie beside him.
“I was good?” Jimmy asked breathlessly, lifting up his head to smile.
“You were perfect.” Cold’s touch was exceptionally tender now, massaging Jimmy’s sore cheeks and his hips, praising him sweetly. “You were so good for me, Jimmy. So very, very good.”
“You were pretty freakin’ awesome, too,” Jimmy mumbled with a short laugh. He closed his eyes, enjoying Cold’s massage for several moments. He didn’t want to spoil the mood, but already there was a need nagging at the back of his mind.
“Did you mean it?” Jimmy’s voice was a whisper, afraid to break the comfortable silence. “Like really, really mean it?”
“Mm?”
“About compromise,” Jimmy asked, peeking open to look up at Cold hesitantly. “You know, about trying to be more honest with me?”
“I did,” Cold replied, his long fingers tracing up the length of Jimmy’s spine.
“So, tell me,” Jimmy urged. “Tell me what’s going on with your case.”
Cold was quiet for a few seconds. Instead of replying, he got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.
Jimmy’s stomach dropped with dread, and he thought that he had screwed up somehow. He watched Cold as he returned with a warm washcloth and wordlessly began to wipe him down. Jimmy remained silent as he waited patiently for Cold to speak.
“Deposition over Thirdsies’ statement will be on Tuesday,” Cold finally said as his hand slid between Jimmy’s legs. “At that time, I will produce the original recording and prove that Thirdsies was manipulated.
“He and his grandfather were both threatened, and Thirdsies’ statement was given under duress. To avoid a civil suit and the attention from the press, his testimony will be thrown out.”
“What about the third witness?” Jimmy leaned into Cold’s hand as he passed over his stomach.
“Under federal protection,” Cold replied with a hint of annoyance.
“Safe.” Jimmy was actually relieved.
“Not safe,” Cold corrected firmly, his attentive washing never faltering.
