Page 148 of Cold Hard Cash

“Ice,” Jimmy replied dutifully.

“Very good, Mr. Poe.” Cold drank more coffee. “Now. Eat.”

Jimmy had been prepared to kneel, throw himself across the counter, or any manner of sexual filth. Being told to eat had not been on the list, but he obeyed and took a big bite of his eggs.

Cold gave him an expectant look, gesturing for him to continue.

Jimmy ate more, pausing to drink some of his juice before getting back to it. He ate quickly and barely tasted a thing. He was eager to lick his plate clean so they could get to the good stuff, and—

“Stop,” Cold said.

“Whah idh id now?” Jimmy asked through a mouthful.

Cold wrinkled his nose.

“Sorreh.” Jimmy quickly gulped. “What is it now, sir? Didn’t you want me to eat?”

“I wanted you to eat, yes. Not stick your face down like a pig in a trough.” Cold reached for Jimmy’s fork. He selected a tiny bite of egg and then offered it to Jimmy’s lips. “A fine meal such as this should be savored, should it not? Jerry went to all the trouble of preparing it for us.”

“I…” Jimmy wanted to argue, but he knew Cold was right. He had absolutely been rushing, and now an odd sliver of guilt rippled through him.

There had been times in his life, quite recently, when he had been worried about what his next meal would be.

A home-cooked meal definitely deserved proper appreciation.

“Yes, sir. Please… I’ll be better.” Jimmy opened his mouth obediently, his eyes closing halfway.

“Good boy.” Cold lightly nudged the fork against Jimmy’s lips.

Yes, there it was…

Jimmy was good.

He accepted the bite and chewed slowly. The eggs were soft, creamy, and absolutely melted on his tongue. He’d never had eggs quite like this before, and he didn’t think he would ever want them any other way. The flavor was rich but not too overwhelming, and he loved the velvety smooth texture.

When he finished, he opened his mouth again for another bite.

“Here,” Cold said, his voice soft, and he lifted the fork to Jimmy’s lips once more.

Jimmy took it, but he jerked in surprise as Cold’s other hand slid over his thigh toward his groin. He ignored it since Cold hadn’t told him to do anything else but eat, and he did his best not to buck toward the touch.

Cold massaged as he went, not stopping until he was cupping Jimmy’s balls through the thin material of the sweats. He squeezed gently and then let go, continuing to rub inward until he was stroking Jimmy’s cock, though it remained trapped inside his pants.

Jimmy swallowed his eggs with a moan, his cock twitching.

He’d had no idea that simply eating could be so sensual, and he gasped when Cold slipped his hand under Jimmy’s waistband to touch his cock directly. Cold’s long fingers curled around his shaft but offered no friction.

Cold was just holding Jimmy, firm and warm, but he didn’t move except to get the last bite of egg.

At least, Jimmy hoped it was the last.

“Open wide,” Cold said, “but do not bite down until I tell you to.”

Jimmy did as he was told, and there was a piece of bacon at his lips. It tasted oddly sweet, and he realized it was maple syrup. He didn’t think he’d seen a bottle out anywhere and Cold hadn’t moved, so perhaps he hadn’t noticed.

Or, more likely, Cold was just that fast.

Cold stroked the bacon against Jimmy’s tongue as if it was his cock, sliding it back and forth ever so slowly.