“Yes, God, yes!” Jimmy cried, moaning and chanting a long stream of praise for Cold’s divine sexual abilities. He always knew exactly what to say and do to completely rock Jimmy’s world.
A quick tug of his hand and he was coming hard while he bounced feverishly on Cold’s cock, his lover’s lips and hands moving over his body to guide him through it.
Jimmy barely had a second to enjoy the floating drag of post-organic bliss before he recognized Cold’s erratic panting that signaled his end was near. He pulled himself out of Cold’s lap to eagerly await the promised load.
How would Cold give it to him, he wondered. Directly from the source, or perhaps across his face and he would have to lick it off his hands.
“Glass,” Cold grunted, his eyes nearly black with lust and panting as his orgasm threatened to claim him. He raised himself up out of the water, one hand grabbing the tub to steady himself as the other frantically stroked his cock.
Jimmy blinked in surprise, but quickly grabbed the glass and directed Cold’s leaking dick up to the rim, watching intently.
Cold grunted as he fired off his thick load, gasping as he shuddered. Pulse after pulse splashed into the glass, leaving an impressive helping of pearly cum. He sank back down into the water and picked up the bottle of whiskey. He poured a big shot into the glass and used his finger to stir it up with the cum before offering it to Jimmy. “Drink.”
Jimmy chose to sip it instead of chugging it back, relishing the new viscous texture and sharp, salty taste. The burn of the alcohol was reduced to a warm crawl, and he licked the rim for more.
His appetite for the filthy mixture was insatiable, running his tongue as far as he could reach and trying to touch the bottom of the glass. When that wasn’t enough, he stuck his finger down inside to get at the rest.
Cold watched him with a wicked smile, teasing, “Enjoying your ‘sustenance,’ Jimmy?”
“Mmmhmm,” Jimmy hummed, pulling his finger out of his mouth with a loud pop. “Definitely brings new meaning to the phrase ‘cum shot.’”
Cold laughed out loud, taking the empty glass and setting it aside.
Jimmy beamed. He loved when Cold laughed like that: open, genuine, without restraint.
“Mmm.” Cold relaxed back down in the water and pulled Jimmy into his lap. “I suppose we need to get out and dry off.”
“Or,” Jimmy began, wiggling his hips back and forth enticingly, “we could drain the water, run another hot bath, and drink more?”
“We could,” Cold mused, thoughtfully tilting his head.
“Hey, you’re the one who was all about some leopards,” Jimmy teased affectionately. “We gotta get going again in fifteen if we want to keep up.”
“Fifteen minutes, huh?” Cold laughed again. He nipped at his neck and growled, “Oh, my beautiful boy, just you wait... we’ll go again in five.”
Chapter Eighteen
