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“I want more, sir.”

“Of course you do.” Cold chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’m going to give it to you.”

“Thank you, sir.” Jimmy shivered as the head of Cold’s cock pressed against his soft hole. He didn’t dare move, afraid to even make a sound or do anything that might cause Cold to stop what he was doing. Jimmy wanted this so much, eager to make love with the man he adored.

That’s what it felt like—making love.

Blindfolded and sore and sticky, completely at Cold’s mercy, and yes, it was perfect.

Cold thankfully didn’t hesitate to push inside, perhaps as eager as Jimmy, and he held Jimmy’s hips as he slid forward. The thrust was smooth, and he kept going until he’d pushed every inch into Jimmy’s body. “Mmm, Mr. Poe. You feel exquisite.”

“Thank you, sir.” Jimmy moaned happily. “So do you. You always feel so good.”

“Now be a good boy for me and take what I give you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir. Yes, please.” Jimmy was desperate, but he knew there was a chance Cold was going to tease him. He might drag this out and make Jimmy beg for it.

Which could be fun too, but Jimmy hoped Cold really did want this as much as he did because he did not want to wait.

Cold pulled his cock out almost completely and then thrust right back in, setting a fast and merciless pace. He had to hold Jimmy’s hips to keep him from being pushed up the counter from the strength behind his slams, and he grunted low as Jimmy writhed beneath him.

Yes, yes, yes.

Jimmy let his legs spread to ease some of the overwhelming pressure, and he gasped in delight as Cold parted them wider. He loved how Cold pushed his limits and showed him what he was truly capable of, what he could really take, and Jimmy moaned his pleasure, squeezing down on Cold’s cock because it felt so damn good.

He never wanted this to end. He wanted to be this happy and satisfied always, and—wait, what was that sound?

It was Cold’s cell phone.

Judging by the buzz, it was somewhere on the counter. Cold reached over to answer it, his rhythm never faltering, saying, “Mr. Poe. You may remove your blindfold now, but I must insist you stay completely quiet. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” Jimmy pulled the blindfold off, squinting as he adjusted to the bright kitchen. “I promise. I’ll be so good, I’ll—” He looked at the blindfold, locked eyes with Cold, and tied it over his mouth to use it as a gag.

Cold grinned and gave Jimmy a hard thrust before holding the phone to his ear. His tone was casual as he said, “Yes?” He paused, listening. “And then what’s next? What judge can we call?”

Jimmy caught the napkin between his teeth, his eyes rolling back. He couldn’t believe how Cold didn’t even sound out of breath while it was taking everything Jimmy had not to scream. The friction was amazing and he was so full, lost to the ruthless pounding. Being able to see how composed Cold was made it ten times hotter, and Jimmy was in awe of his control.

Cold’s forehead had one single crease, but the rest of his face was relaxed. His body was too, his hips gracefully pumping almost as if they were dancing and not drilling Jimmy into the counter. The only tension visible was in his hands.

The way he held Jimmy’s hip, fingers tight and digging in to keep him in place just as his other hand squeezed the phone so hard it looked as if it might snap. There in brief glimpses Jimmy could see how affected Cold was and how he fought to keep his composure.

It was thrilling.

To know he could do that.

Just Jimmy and no one else.

“Good. I expect results quickly.” Cold’s tongue flicked up to wet his lips. “Don’t disappoint me.” He hung up and tossed the phone down on the counter. Both hands now free, he grabbed Jimmy’s thigh and pushed forward, aiming Jimmy’s knee toward his chest and thrusting deeper.

Jimmy squirmed, trying to hold his breath so he wouldn’t moan. He needed to be good. That meant being quiet. The lack of oxygen only made the sensations even more powerful, and he worried he might pass out if he kept at it. He gazed up at Cold, whimpering pleadingly.

“Go on, Mr. Poe.” Cold’s voice dropped to a hoarse snarl. “Show me how much you love this. Let me hear you.”

Jimmy pulled the napkin off, sucked in a deep breath, and let it out as a blissed out scream. He fumbled to get his grip back on the counter’s edge above his head, and he got loud. He didn’t hold back, eager to show Cold exactly how much he was enjoying himself.

The sounds seemed to fuel Cold’s passion, and he slammed into Jimmy with renewed strength. He pushed Jimmy’s legs forward until he was bent right in half, fucking him so hard that the entire counter shook and their forks clattered around on their forgotten plates.

“God, yes! Fuck!” Jimmy wailed, arching his back and tilting his body downward. He wanted to feel this for days to come, to remember how Cold had claimed him, and savor the wondrous ache only this man could give him.