For a brief moment, everything was in perfect harmony: Cold’s thick cock burrowing deep inside his throat, the drumming of Jimmy’s blood up in his temples, and the desperate jerk of his hand on himself. Even the light smack of Cold’s balls in his face was moving in time with the magical tune. It was hypnotic, the sweetest beat he’d ever heard, and its thrum was synced with every frantic breath he could take.
“You’re gonna swallow it all down,” Cold commanded. “You’ll swallow every last drop of my cum right down your hot little throat.”
Jimmy snorted, spit running down his face, trying to prepare himself for the load about to fill up his mouth. But no, it didn’t come anywhere near his mouth. It was all shot straight down his throat, his whole body shuddering as he struggled to take it. The perfect rhythm went far off course, derailing into an explosive frenzy of sound and mind-wrecking sensation.
The feeling of Cold busting like this reminded Jimmy of gulping down warm tea, able to feel the heat soothing his aching throat and catching the faintest taste of cum on the back of his tongue. His head was pounding so hard he barely heard the command to climax, wheezing as Cold withdrew his cock and he could breathe through his mouth once more.
“Come for me, Mr. Poe,” Cold commanded again, velvety and firm. “Right fucking now.”
Jimmy barely finished his next stroke before his balls tightened up, and he feverishly came all over himself. He was sobbing from the sweet release, his face a mess of tears and spit, crying out as the final tremors of his orgasm made the base of his spine seize up.
Cold dropped to his knees beside the bed, and he gently pushed Jimmy back up into the pillows. “There you go, my beautiful Jimmy. My beautiful, perfect boy.”
The rush of blood pouring back into his skull made Jimmy’s vision blur, and he was totally limp as Cold began to wipe off his face. He was smiling dumbly, his jaw and throat screaming in protest from the abuse, but he felt completely satisfied down to the marrow of his bones.
He’d done it. He’d deep-throated that huge cock, he’d loved every second of it, and he hadn’t even choked once. He beamed proudly at Cold as he slipped into bed beside him.
“You were wonderful,” Cold said, continuing to pet and touch Jimmy’s face, peppering his cheeks with soft kisses.
“Thank you,” Jimmy mumbled, hating how scratchy his voice sounded. “It was good?”
“Perfect,” Cold confirmed. “I’ll have Jerry bring you some hot chocolate to help with your throat. I know you must be sore.”
“Mini-marshmallows?” Jimmy croaked hopefully.
“Absolutely,” Cold chuckled. “Consider this a very successful lesson, Mr. Poe. You’re a very fast learner.” His icy eyes shone with mischief and danger, saying slyly, “Mmmm, I can’t wait to see what I get to teach you next.”
“Mmhm,” Jimmy hummed in agreement. “Neither can I.”
Chapter Two
Afew more days passedbefore they had the chance for another lesson. Jimmy slept in after a long night at the club and spent the afternoon filling out forms and sending off more emails. Cold was off doing what it was gangsters did during the day, leaving him alone with Jerry in case he needed anything.
With one final click, Jimmy’s application for law school was complete. Once it was approved, all that was left would be to register for classes and buy his textbooks. He closed his laptop with a relieved sigh, glancing up when he heard familiar footsteps approaching from the lounge.
It was Cold.
