“Ha!” Cold cackled, smothering Jimmy’s lips with a deep kiss. “Mm, only if you want to.”
“Then, mmm, nope.”
“Fair enough.”
Chapter Three
The next lesson seemedfairly benign: making love in front of a mirror. Jimmy’s online research told him that it was an intense sexual experience and could be quite enjoyable for both partners. The visual aspect was supposed to be incredibly stimulating, akin to watching a homemade video without the potentially embarrassing evidence.
Plus, Cold had a full-length mirror that could be easily moved over to the bed so no additional equipment was necessary.
It was already nicer than what Jimmy had first imagined, having pictured seedy hotel rooms with mirrors up on the ceiling. They were in the safety and comfort of their own bedroom, and Jimmy couldn’t count how many times he had watched Cold getting ready in this same mirror every day.
He wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to look at it the same way after this.
“Don’t take your eyes off yourself for a moment,” Cold commanded, bending Jimmy over onto his hands and knees.
Jimmy nodded, taking a deep breath as he felt the hot head of Cold’s cock pressing up against his slick hole. He looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes dark with want and his face already bright red from all of the foreplay that had led up to this moment.
He was suddenly self-conscious. He thought he looked like a flustered little boy while Cold appeared every bit a sensual awesome god mounted behind him.
Cold’s body was so powerful and strong, the muscles of his stomach and shoulders flexing as he thrust inside with one tantalizing swing of his hips. His eyes were hooded with lust, glittering beautifully in the low light, and his wicked lips curled into a sly smirk that promised incoming mischief.
Jimmy groaned, and he stared in awe up at Cold in the reflection.
Cold’s hand popped Jimmy’s ass lightly, warning him, “Remember. Eyes on you, Mr. Poe.”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy whined, redirecting his attention back to himself. He tried to relax and enjoy Cold’s cock pushing into him, but he hated how he looked.
His face was getting redder, and he could see the flush spreading down his chest. He was embarrassed, and his brows were scrunched up in obvious discomfort. He looked like an awkward, miserable lobster.
Jimmy tried controlling his expression, but he couldn’t calm himself down. He found that his body was immediately becoming tense, and Cold’s slams were soon uncomfortable. He closed his eyes in response to the pain, knowing instantly that Cold was going to notice, and he blushed further in shame.
“Mr. Poe,” Cold said, slowing down. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t like how I look,” Jimmy confessed honestly, hanging his head. “This wasn’t a good idea.” He couldn’t help how his gaze wandered to the man behind him. “You’re so fucking sexy, and I’m... I just...”
