by K. L. Hiers
“I love you, too,” Jimmy whispered back, his tears finally getting the better of him and rolling freely down his cheeks. He had to kiss him again, mumbling, “Oh, I love you so much!”
“Enough of that makin’ out stuff!” Maury chided. “We got some damn food to eat! Come on!”
Dario and Rowena broke off first to head over to the reception area, a cluster of tables with an attentive wait staff at the ready to start serving them from the pop-up kitchen that had been brought here just for this.
“Congrats, Little Boss,” Jules said affectionately, dragging Jimmy into a big hug.
“Thanks, Jules!” Jimmy squeaked, sucking in oxygen when he was finally let go.
“Nice job, Big Boss,” Jules said, grinning as he shook Cold’s hand.
Cold just smiled, patting Jules’ shoulder and sending him on with Dr. Queen to go eat.
David was next to sweep Jimmy into a tight hug, a little misty-eyed as he said, “I’m so very happy for you, son. Happy for both of you.”
“Thanks, Dad,” Jimmy said, his voice threatening to crack. “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too, slugger.”
“Come on!” Maury protested, wiping at his eyes and swatting at Jimmy and David. “Quit this mush and let’s go eat, huh?”
Cold wound a possessive arm around Jimmy’s waist, glancing over to watch the rest of their guests filing over to the tables. He shook David’s hand, saying dryly, “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I agree with Mr. Martine. Let’s eat.”
Jimmy giggled, certain his face would be aching for the rest of the evening from smiling so hard. They all got settled in for their meal, Jimmy beaming brightly when Chef Thornton himself came out to serve them.
“Congratulations, and please enjoy!” Thornton exclaimed, bowing and returning to the kitchen.
“I can’t believe you got him to come down here just for our wedding,” Jimmy gushed, eagerly digging in.
“It’s what you wanted,” Cold reminded him, smiling warmly.
Jimmy leaned over to steal a kiss, the movement of his hips making the plug inside him shift deliciously. He had to bite back a moan, lingering on Cold’s lips. “Mmm... this is perfect, Rod. Everything is perfect.”
“Good,” Cold said, lightly squeezing Jimmy’s chin with a wink.
“And no one’s going to show up here trying to kill us?” Jimmy asked under his breath.
“No.”
“And this isn’t another crazy plan to take out your mafia enemies or beat up anybody or anything like that?”
“Jimmy,” Cold sighed, leaning close to whisper in his ear, “the only thing I’m planning on doing while I’m here is fucking your tight little body until you forget your own name.”
Jimmy gulped thickly.
“Sound good?” Cold asked casually.
“Oh, very good. Yup. Perfect.”
They ate, they drank, and everyone was partying well past the setting of the sun. Cold took Jimmy out to the beach not far from the dining area to dance with him. There wasn’t any music, but they didn’t need any.
Jimmy curled up against Cold’s chest, their hips slowly swaying together. He listened to the waves gently crashing behind them, and his heart was swelling to bursting in his chest.
Cold was holding Jimmy’s waist, his hands lovingly caressing his sides and his back as they danced together. “Mmm... I think it’s time to say good night, don’t you?”
“Good night? Already?” Jimmy perked up, catching the mischief in Cold’s smile. “Ohhhh, yes.”
“We have a wedding night to get to,” Cold said with a smirk, sweeping Jimmy up into his arms. He turned his head to shout back at their guests, “I hope you all enjoy the rest of your evening and have a good night!”
“Night!” Rowena cooed sweetly and waved. “You boys have fun!”
“Good night!” Jimmy called out over numerous cheers of farewell, laughing as Cold eagerly nibbled on his neck. “Jeez! Can’t you wait until we get to the room?”
“No,” Cold replied simply, swaying a little as he carried Jimmy to their bungalow and continued to gnaw on him. It was only a short walk down the beach to reach it, on the opposite side of the little island from the guest houses where everyone else was staying.
“Please don’t drop me!” Jimmy giggled, clinging to Cold’s shoulders.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Cold promised, nodding at the door as they approached. “If you would be so kind?”
Jimmy grabbed the doorknob and opened it, squealing when Cold violently kicked it all the way open. “Rod!”
Cold laughed, growling playfully as he kicked it closed behind them and carried Jimmy over to the bed.
The bungalow was lush, modern, and the bed rivaled the luxurious monstrosity they had at home. It had its own private hot tub, a beautiful screen separating a sitting area from the bed, and a small dock that led right out onto the water.
On top of the sheets Jimmy went, dropped gently down with Cold crawling over him. Their lips met in a fierce kiss, both of them fighting to get their clothes off.
More than a few buttons were lost in the process, and Jimmy heard one of Cold’s sandals crash into the far wall when he kicked them off.
Jimmy moaned loudly when Cold got his bottoms off and pushed against the plug. “Oh, fu-uuck!”
“You’ve been such a very good boy for me,” Cold panted, tracing his finger around Jimmy’s hole. “Such a very good boy all night... do you need me to take this out?”
“Please, Rod,” Jimmy breathed, groaning in relief when Cold gently removed the plug. He was aching and empty, gasping when Cold pressed his thumb inside of him. “Mm! Rod!”
“Mmm, still wet,” Cold noted with a smirk, sucking the moisture off his thumb.
Jimmy blushed, watching Cold slip off the bed to put the plug away. “What now, Rod?”
“Still have a few more wedding presents for you to open up, love,” Cold said, stepping behind the screen and returning with a large basket.
Jimmy’s eyes widened at all the different packages within, each intricately wrapped in silver paper and shiny bows. “What... what should I open first?”
“Whatever you like,” Cold replied, setting the basket down on the bed in front of him.
Sitting up to study the presents, Jimmy randomly picked one and began to unwrap it. It was a medium-sized flat box, and inside was a set of padded leather restraints. His face felt hot immediately, and he quickly offered them up to Cold.
“You don’t want to open anything else?” Cold asked, his brows lifting in surprise.
“No, this one first, please,” Jimmy said eagerly, already stretching back out across the bed. “Please.”
“Not so fast,” Cold said, lightly popping Jimmy’s thigh with his hand. “This gift has something else that goes with it.”
“What?” Jimmy asked, turning his head impatiently.
“Come here,” Cold said, nodding for Jimmy to follow him over to the screen. He folded it back, revealing a tall wooden rack.
It was shaped like a St. Andrew’s cross with slats at the bottom and top that gave the impression of a simple hourglass. It was framed with iron railing, no doubt for many attachments, and a large beam in the back kept it standing at a slightly depressed angle.
Jimmy couldn’t hide his shock, reaching out to stroke the smooth wood. “This... this is for me?”
“Yes,” Cold said with a smirk, carefully watching Jimmy approach the rack.
“How do you want me...?” Jimmy leaned against the rack face first, reaching his hands up to the top. The wood felt cool against his skin, the iron even cooler when he grabbed the highest railing he could reach. He coyly glanced over his shoulder at Cold. “Like this?”
“For now,” Cold said, gently buckling the restraints around Jimmy’s hands and hooking them to the railing. “Good?”
“Yes, Rod,” Jimmy said, flexing his fingers experimentally. The padding inside the restraints was soft, the fit
not too tight, and he couldn’t pull away from the rack more than an inch. The rack itself was monstrously heavy, Jimmy certain that he wouldn’t be able to overturn it, accidentally or otherwise.
“Since your hands are occupied, I’ll open your next gift for you,” Cold said with a breathless grin.
Jimmy heard the crinkling of paper, and he whined when he felt something smooth and flat ghosting over his ass. “What is that?”
“A paddle,” Cold said, moving it up to where Jimmy could see it.
Jimmy’s loins clenched immediately, his dick growing hard when he saw the paddle. He relaxed, plastering himself against the rack as he sighed, “Please. Yes... I need to be good, Rod. I want to be so good for you.”
“You will be,” Cold promised, pausing only for a breath before bringing the paddle down on Jimmy’s ass.
“Shit!” Jimmy exclaimed, surprised by the immediate burn. The surface of the paddle was so much bigger than Cold’s hand and left behind a sharper sting.
Cold focused in on one cheek, spanking him over and over with the paddle with increasing force. Jimmy was whimpering louder and louder, grinding his hips against the rack as he tried to find some relief. He could slide his cock over the crux of the crossing beams, fucking it with a low whine.
It wasn’t nearly enough friction, and when Cold switched cheeks, Jimmy’s skin felt absolutely scorching.
Cold thrust his fingers into Jimmy’s ass, rough and mean, before smacking him again with the paddle.
Jimmy jerked against the restraints, moaning at the conflicting stimulations and feeling so helpless to escape them. He moaned when Cold gave him a particularly hard slap, pulling lightly at his restraints. His mind was so relaxed and empty; sighing, he asked, “Oh, Rod... am I good?”
“So very good,” Cold assured him, “but don’t think I can’t see what you’re doing with your cock.”
A vicious smack made Jimmy jerk, protesting, “I’m not trying to come yet, I promise! It just, it just feels good!”
Cold reached around the rack and squeezed Jimmy’s cock. It was too hard and made Jimmy moan, but he still found himself trying to thrust into his hand.
“Mmm, dripping all over your new gift,” Cold tutted.
“Yes... I love it. I love it so much!” Jimmy collapsed into the rack, his eyes closing as Cold stroked him. His ass still felt like it was on fire, the sting making him ache for more.
“Why don’t I open one of your other presents?” Cold suggested, suddenly pulling his hand away before Jimmy could get too far.
“Yes, Rod,” Jimmy whimpered, his balls pounding from the wicked teasing.
“Ah,” Cold said after a quick rip of paper, “these are going to be fun...” He held up silver nipple clamps for Jimmy’s inspection.
“For me?”
“Yes,” Cold chuckled, sliding his quick hands around Jimmy’s chest to place each one with great care. He rubbed over Jimmy’s pinched nipples, stroking the nubs until he was squirming.
The clamps were almost too tight, and they made Jimmy’s nipples even more sensitive. He could feel his pulse faintly throbbing in each one, and Cold’s feathery touch was absolutely maddening. “Fuck...”
“Beautiful,” Cold praised, giving Jimmy’s hip a playful squeeze. “Mmm, I may not have the patience to open up any more of your gifts.”
Jimmy tried to arch his hips back, pleading, “Can I have your cock, Rod? Please?”
Cold spanked Jimmy’s ass with his bare hand, squeezing his raw skin as he drawled, “I’m thinking it over right now. You have been so very good for me... wore your plug all through the reception, took all your spankings...”
Jimmy waited patiently, trying to turn his head and look back at Cold. “Yes, please, Rod. Please...?”
“Mm. Not yet,” Cold finally decided. “There’s one last gift I want to open up for you.”
Jimmy resisted the urge to whine in disappointment. He knew it wouldn’t help, and he waited patiently to see what the last present would be.
Instead of immediately revealing it, Cold had grabbed lube and was slicking up Jimmy’s hole, his fingers plunging in and out to check how open he was.
“Mmm... what is it, Rod?” Jimmy asked, sighing quietly when he felt Cold pressing in a third finger.
“This,” Cold said innocently, slowly thrusting into Jimmy’s hole as he showed him a large dildo. It was thick, ribbed, and had a large rubber ring attached to the bottom.
Jimmy couldn’t readily identify the sound that left his lips, stammering, “That’s... that’s...”
“The ring will fit over my cock and balls, and both the toy and my cock go inside you,” Cold calmly explained, his hand retreating as he positioned the toy as described. He pushed the head of his cock into Jimmy’s hole, grunting pleasurably at how open he was. “Do you understand, Jimmy?”
“Yes, Rod,” Jimmy panted, his hands curling into tight fists as his mind boggled at the idea of taking so much. He was excited and nervous, gasping softly as he felt the head of the silicone dildo pressing against his hole. The puckered flesh was already so sensitive; he groaned as the first few inches began to slide inside of him. “F-fucccck...”
Cold paused, withdrawing for a moment before pushing himself and the toy back in. He didn’t yet attempt going any deeper, maintaining a shallow pace as he waited patiently for Jimmy’s body to adjust.
There was a burn, every nerve firing off all at once in Jimmy’s brain as his body warred over whether it was feeling pleasure or pain or both. He was tense, groaning through clenched teeth and pulling at the restraints.
“Relax, Jimmy,” Cold purred, his steady voice soothing and firm. “You’re taking it so well for me... you’re such a good boy. Remember to breathe.”
Jimmy inhaled shakily, willing his muscles to relax as ordered, gasping when the dildo and Cold’s cock pushed deeper. The burn came back, his insides aching at being so stretched and full. His cock was drooling all over the rack, and he bit down on his lip as he tried not to scream.
“Let it out,” Cold urged, fucking him slowly and grabbing onto his hips. He kissed Jimmy’s shoulder, his lips grazing over his neck as he pleaded, “Let me hear you.”
Jimmy moaned loudly, panting and wailing when Cold gave him even more. The safe word was right there on his lips, and his breathing was shallow as he tried desperately to fight through the pain. He was so full and his ass was positively aching, but the pleasure was beginning to wash over him in flashes of intense bliss.
The ecstasy increased as the pain faded, his body taking all that Cold gave him. He cried out sharply as Cold pushed even further and then suddenly stopped.
“Is it... is it all the way in?” Jimmy breathlessly asked.
“Yes,” Cold said sweetly, sounding so very proud of him. “Your ass is completely stuffed... it’s beautiful. Are you ready for me to move?”
“God, yes, Rod. Please, Rod!” Jimmy could hear the wet sloshing of the toy and Cold’s dick as he started to fuck him, groaning shamelessly as bursts of pleasure crawled up his spine. “Holy fuck... fuck... feels so good... so fuckin’ good...”
“More?”
“God, yes!”
Cold thrust forward, both his cock and the dildo sliding into Jimmy as one massive girth. Jimmy’s hips snapped back, his hands flailing against the rack, and he wailed desperately. Every sound that left him was choked and on the edge of madness, certain there was no way for Cold to ever intensify this insanity.
Oh, he was wrong.
Cold began to alternate his thrusts, pulling back his cock to push only the toy in, and then quickly withdrawing so he could slam just himself inside. Over and over again, Jimmy’s ass was pounded as Cold’s cock and the dildo took turns fucking him.
Jimmy didn’t understand half of the words leaving his lips; pleas for more, prayers for it to never end, praise for how perfect it was to be fucked like this. He wasn’t even sure if it was English; it was all thick noise with blissful screaming and frantic cries.
Cold slowed down for a brief second, hot kisses branding Jimmy’s shoulder as he hissed, “It’s time to come, Jimmy.”
Jimmy didn’t know what he said in reply, moaning when he felt both Cold’s cock and the toy savagely thrusting inside of him together. Patiently at first, but steadily picking up speed. Jimmy was a wreck, this stretch taking him to the absolute brink of insanity.
The throbbing in his nipples and the burn of his raw ass cheeks all seemed so far away; he was focused instead on Cold’s massive cock and the toy wrecking his ass. He sobbed quietly, absolutely lost to it, gasping when it all suddenly stopped. “R-Rod?”
Cold had pulled out, snatching the restraints off the rack and grabbing Jimmy around his waist. Jimmy, arms like noodles from being held up for so long, groaned as Cold heaved his limp body up into bed. He watched Cold pull off the dildo, mounting him as he pressed a searing kiss to his lips.
Jimmy moaned as Cold’s cock found its way back into his stretched hole, whimpering as he slowly released the nipple clamps and tossed them aside. Cold was thrusting slow and deep, slipping his tongue into Jimmy’s mouth as he fumbled with removing the cuffs from his wrists.
He didn’t want anything between them, Jimmy realized, eagerly hitching his legs up around Cold’s hips and holding him close. He was sore and sweating, but he didn’t want this to ever end. Cold was moving their bodies together as one fluid being, pushing Jimmy right to the edge of bliss.
“I love you,” Cold panted against his lips, his eyes finding Jimmy’s as he started slamming into him hard and fast once more. “Oh, mon amour, fuck, I love you so much!”
“Rod!” Jimmy cried out, his cock bobbing against his stomach from every rough thrust. He grabbed himself, knowing the end was near, jerking himself off quickly as Cold continued to pound into him. “I love you! God, I love you!”
Cold’s breathing had reached its telltale pitch, his groaning low as he jerked forward, coming deep inside of Jimmy. “Come on... come with me, Jimmy. Wanna see you come on my cock, my beautiful husband.”
Writhing, Jimmy kept going until all that delicious pressure deep within finally exploded, coming hard all over his fingers and his stomach. He watched it splash out when Cold gave him another hard slam, moaning happily. “Oh, fffffuck...”
