Jimmy lifted up his legs to ease the remaining thickness inside of him, hugging Cold’s neck. He sucked on his tongue, moaning appreciatively at Cold’s deep slams. Their bodies moved together like waves crashing over each other in the ocean, a sweet rhythm quickly becoming feverishly rough.
Jimmy’s head was soon tossing back and forth on the pillows. He clung to Cold’s shoulders when he lifted up his leg and made his vision blur. “Oh, Rod,” he cried. “Right there, right there! Ah, fuck!”
“I’ve got you,” Cold mumbled, smothering his mouth against Jimmy’s throat. “Come on, come for me! Come on!”
The climax was glorious, leaving them both shaking and holding each other close. When Jimmy caught his breath again, he kissed Cold firmly. “Mmm... Rod...”
Cold was smiling, relaxed and satisfied, quirking a brow when Jimmy’s hand drifted a little too close to his side. “If you try to tickle me again, I am definitely going to tie you up.”
“Is that a promise?” Jimmy teased.
“Hmmph,” Cold snorted. “Why don’t you go on and try, see what happens?”
Jimmy couldn’t resist...
And ultimately ended up spending the rest of the night twisted up in silk ropes, a willing victim of Cold’s lovely torture. When he came again, trembling and laughing from Cold’s merciless tickling fingers, he had never been happier.
Chapter Fourteen
“What’s that?”
“What’s what?” Cold replied innocently.
“That!” Jimmy exclaimed, pointing to the large steel hook hanging from their bedroom ceiling.
It had definitely not been there when he left for class that morning.
“Ah, that,” Cold said, strolling up to Jimmy’s side with a little smirk. “It’s to help improve the quality of your lessons.”
“Oh, shit,” Jimmy said, gazing up at the hook as all the debauched possibilities tumbled over him. His cock twitched in his pants, and he asked, “How soon can we start?”
“Now if you’d like?” Cold suggested, squeezing Jimmy’s hips.
“Absolutely,” Jimmy replied immediately.
Cold chuckled, always amused by his young lover’s exuberance. He trailed his fingers down Jimmy’s spine, and his voice was firm as he ordered, “Then strip, Mr. Poe. Only from the waist up.”
