Page 100 of Cold Hard Cash

Cold ducked his head from Jimmy’s kiss but left his hand where it was. Jimmy hated the rejection but took full advantage of the new allowance he’d been given. He eagerly stroked his fingers over Cold’s head, dragging through his closely shorn hair and teasing over the edge of his ear.

This was a gift.

The next song began, one Jimmy didn’t know, but he picked up the melody quickly. He began to hum along, and his breathing hitched as Cold pushed him up against the record player. Cold’s hand traveled south, reaching between their grinding bodies and teasing Jimmy’s hole.

Jimmy’s voice broke, shattering into a symphony of escalating gasps. He rolled his hips against Cold’s hand, keeping rhythm with the music, his nails digging into Cold’s scalp. He was still open and wet from before, and his singing was soon completely lost to whimpering moans as Cold pressed deeper inside of him.

The song rolled on to the next, and for a few seconds, the only sounds were Jimmy’s cries, the wet thrust of Cold’s fingers, and the dull scratch of the record. Jimmy was on the tipping point of madness, smothering kisses against Cold’s ear and neck. “God… Please… Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

Cold grunted, his fingers turning and spreading Jimmy until he moaned, grinding against him in time with the tantalizing bass.

“Jimmy,” Cold murmured low, rubbing the head of his bare cock against Jimmy’s hole. “I want to come in you.”

Jimmy throbbed just from the mere thought. He had never let anyone do that, but Cold…

God, yes.

He wanted Cold to make him his.

But…

“Only if you’re mine,” Jimmy said.

“What?” Cold seemed startled by the statement.

“Only if you’re mine,” Jimmy stubbornly repeated. “Only if… I’m the only one.”

“Jimmy.” Cold sighed, his tone aching with emotion. He knew exactly what Jimmy was asking for.

“I’m already yours,” Jimmy pleaded. “Please. Be mine?”

“Only you.” Cold nuzzled Jimmy’s shoulder and pressed a firm kiss against his skin. “I can’t be yours, but you’re the only one.”

Jimmy shuddered. “Okay.”

A small groan rumbled in Cold’s throat as he pressed his thick cock inside Jimmy. He was slow, each thrust moving with the music as he worked himself in. Once he was fully sheathed, he draped himself over Jimmy’s body, kissing his shoulder again.

Jimmy was a mess of sensation and whined as Cold’s cock filled him perfectly. It felt so much better without the condom, slick and hot, his mind already running away like mad knowing he’d agreed to let Cold do this.

He wanted it so much, and his thoughts were entirely consumed with Cold coming inside him now. The warmth of his naked body against Jimmy’s back was incredible, and that feeling alone was enough to leave him wrecked. Even though he couldn’t see Cold, he could feel a strong chest and firm stomach. He ached to touch but kept his hands on the record player. Jimmy didn’t want to do anything to ruin this.

The music played on, their bodies swaying together as if they were dancing. Cold would thrust deep, as deep as he could until Jimmy moaned, and then retreat until he nearly slipped out before pushing back inside again. Jimmy was absolutely lost to it, the passion intensifying as Cold kissed his neck again and sucked on his skin.

Jimmy tipped his head back against Cold’s shoulder, letting him have free access to his throat. Cold growled at the invitation but never bit, never gnashed his teeth. He kept kissing and panting, prompting Jimmy to whisper urgently, “Please, God, I want to kiss you.”

Cold hesitated, his hips starting to slam forward harder as if to work off his obvious frustration. He pushed Jimmy’s shirt up, fingers clinging to Jimmy’s sides before wrapping tight around him. Jimmy didn’t know what Cold was trying to convey, but it felt desperate, broken.

Jimmy could feel Cold’s bare skin against his own, hot and damp with sweat, but no kiss ever came. He moaned, mourning the loss but loving how Cold fucked him.

No, this wasn’t fucking.

They’d never had sex like this.

This was something beautiful, something Jimmy hadn’t felt before, an experience he didn’t dare put words to yet.

He gasped when Cold shifted their bodies again, his cock zeroing in on Jimmy’s prostate. It was intense enough to make his toes curl into the rug. He focused on the feeling, his hands still clutching the edge of the record player.

His moans started to stutter and his whole body tensed up. The pressure inside him was seconds from exploding, and he realized with a groan that he was going to come completely untouched. He had heard about it, read message boards where people shared their experiences, but it had never happened to him.