Month: February 2020

Happy Sexy Saturday, kits and kittens! Whew! Thank you to all who’ve read and reviewed my latest release, Mortal Sins! I really hope you all have enjoyed it!!! I’m still editing the Cold Hard Cash sequel and writing other fun things – speaking of, would you guys honestly be interested in an anthology of reeeeally kinky stories starring Boss Cold and Jimmy?

I’m seriously considering editing together my Kinktober project and releasing it as a big fun collection of kinky adventures… just like this one:

Warnings: NSFW/Sounding/Heavy Kink/Bad Puns

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“Safeword?” Cold asked sternly, sliding on a pair of white latex gloves.

“Ice,” Jimmy said, his voice a whisper and hoarse with anticipation.

“Very good,” Cold said, adjusting a few items on the steel tray next to him. “Are you ready to begin?”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy replied with a breathy sigh.

Jimmy had watched endless videos of urethral sounding and had been completely captivated. The level of trust required to perform such an intimate procedure with a partner was beautiful to him, and he wanted more than anything to share it with Cold.

Cold had tied Jimmy down to the bed, restraints at his wrists holding him against the headboard with thick straps keeping his thighs spread wide. It was important that Jimmy didn’t jump or jerk around while they did this, and Cold had checked all the bindings multiple times.

The first sound was tiny, minuscule, but Cold lubed it up generously all the same. He made sure the head of Jimmy’s cock was wet, pressing only the tip inside and holding.

Jimmy gasped softly; the sound was cold, hard, and the pressure of having something there was strange. He liked it immediately, pleading, “More, please.”

Cold pushed the sound in a little further, his other hand firmly grabbing the base of Jimmy’s cock to hold him in place. Jimmy was grateful because otherwise he would have been twitching all over, hard and throbbing already. The sound went deeper and deeper, halfway in before Cold withdrew, a tease, slowly sliding it back inside of him.

Jimmy panted, surprised at the burn and the ache that came upon him now. He couldn’t take his eyes away from Cold’s skilled fingers fucking his cock with the little metal rod, fucking him in a way he never thought possible before. It was weird and new, knowing that part of the thrill was how dangerous this was.

There was a risk of tearing his urethra, the chance of infection, and many others. He’d found all the horror stories in his online research, but he was still determined to try this. For every tale of terror, there were five more boasting that sounding provided an extremely intense orgasm.

“It’s almost all the way in,” Cold purred softly. “Do you like it?”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy whined, groaning as the sound pressed against something wonderful deep inside of him, gasping, “That’s… that’s… oh, my God…”

“Your prostate, yes,” Cold said with a smirk, holding the sound in place and gently massaging Jimmy’s balls. The motion pressed the sound insistently against that tender bundle of nerves and made him moan desperately.

The angle seemed impossible, stimulating his prostate from inside of his cock. Cold knew many ways to hit that spot, whether during sex or using toys, but this play was unnaturally phenomenal. Jimmy had never been touched there, this utterly inconceivable zone of pleasure from within his own body, his fingers clawing at the air as he struggled not to move.

The sensation made his eyes water from the intensity, whining as Cold slowly withdrew. He was reaching for another sound, much thicker, skillfully lubing it up as he purred, “You’ve been doing so well, Mr. Poe.”

“Thank you, sir,” Jimmy gasped, licking his lips anxiously. “I-I like it very much…”

“Good,” Cold said, giving Jimmy’s balls a playful squeeze before starting to insert the new sound.

Jimmy gasped softly at the stretch from the larger diameter, grateful for the copious amounts of lube. It still burned, shuddering as the sound pressed deeper into his cock, his thighs trembling as his body fought against the bizarre intrusion.

Cold moved his hand, allowing the pressure of Jimmy’s tight cock to push the sound back out on its own. He didn’t let it come out all the way, gently pressing it back in and then letting go again.

Jimmy began to sob, Cold’s strong fingers massaging his balls as he kept pushing the sound back inside just as it was about to slip out. His head dropped against the pillows, sweating and gasping, the burn in his cock fueling the gorgeous fire blazing away in his balls.

Cold didn’t allow the sound to slip away again, holding it in place now and rubbing his thumb over the head of Jimmy’s cock. He toyed with the flared edge, traced around that one tender spot that always made him moan, squeezing softly.

“Oh… oh, my God…” Jimmy closed his eyes, hot tears sliding down his cheeks as he whimpered, “Fuck… it’s so fucking good…”

“You like me fucking your tight little cock?” Cold drawled, his voice rumbling with a breathy purr.

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy panted in reply. “I do, I love it so fucking much.”

“You always take everything I give you so well, Mr. Poe,” Cold sighed, proud and happy, palming Jimmy’s balls again. He kept squeezing the end of his cock, keeping the sound firmly in place.

Jimmy was about to have an absolute fit. The end of the sound was pressing right against his prostate, and every gentle rock of Cold’s hand sent jolts of electricity zooming right up his spine. He was too hot, too tense, fingers curled tight as he moaned anxiously.

The latex of Cold’s gloves was slick from all the lubricant, and the scent was invading Jimmy’s nostrils. He couldn’t look away from Cold preparing a third sound, the thickest one yet, asking, “Is that… is that gonna fit in me?”

“Yes,” Cold promised him, removing the previous sound and giving Jimmy’s cock a few tender strokes as he added, “If you want it to…”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy panted, sighing sharply in frustration. He wanted the sound back inside of him, he wanted that sweet burn again, groaning as Cold rubbed the cool metal against his cock.

Cold was even more careful than before, pushing the sound back into the slit of Jimmy’s cock with a steady hand. He only let him have a few inches, slowly slipping in and out, watching Jimmy’s face intently.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Jimmy chanted, his legs tugging at the straps, groaning at the overwhelming burn. His heart was fluttering and his balls were uncomfortably tight, shuddering as the sound slid deeper and deeper until he was sobbing in bliss.

He didn’t know how much more he could take, crying out as Cold began to stroke him with the sound firmly pressed against his prostate. Ripples of pain and ecstasy were seizing his hips, twitching as he gazed up at Cold with pleading eyes.

“You’re going to come,” Cold soothed, stroking Jimmy’s cock faster and massaging his balls. He squeezed the head of Jimmy’s dick, skillfully using his thumb to press the sound in as he jacked him off with a tight curl of his fingers. “You’re going to come now.”

Jimmy broke into a fresh wave of sobs, whimpering as a smoldering heat took over his senses and he surrendered to ecstasy. He watched come bubbling up from around the tip of the sound as he came, screaming as Cold began to slowly pull it out while rubbing his tender balls.

He couldn’t stop coming, staring stupidly at all the pearly fluid oozing out as he shuddered over and over. There was one last thick squirt when the sound was finally removed, crying shrilly, “Oh, fuck! Yes! God!”

Cold kept massaging Jimmy’s sack, his thumb pressing insistently against his perineum as he continued to stroke him.

Jimmy wanted to scream, his cock violently bobbing even as no more fluid was left to give, his hips bucking up against Cold’s touch. He gasped when he was fully released from all the stimulation, sobbing quietly as Cold gently rubbed his quivering thighs. He was limp, exhausted, shivering from the damp sweat and come all over him, groaning, “Holy shit…”

Cold bowed his head, softly kissing Jimmy’s knee as he began to untie him, asking softly, “Are you all right, Jimmy?”

“Yes,” Jimmy nodded, sighing happily and stretching the moment he was freed from the restraints. He reached down tentatively to touch his aching cock, murmuring, “That was… intense.”

Cold removed his gloves, a damp towel at the ready to start cleaning Jimmy up as he chuckled, “Definitely not something to dabble in too often, but it is very enjoyable.”

“Maybe we could do it again later?” Jimmy asked innocently, glancing at the steel tray with the other instruments they hadn’t played with yet. “Maybe plug my ass while… while you fuck my cock?”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that,” Cold replied with a grin.

“Holy crapppppp, you’re terrible!” Jimmy laughed.

“Sounds like you just don’t appreciate my complex sense of humor.”

“You’re freakin’ insane!”

“I promise you, I’m definitely of a very sound mind.”

“Oh, my God,” Jimmy groaned, smothering his hands against his face as he laughed, “Just stop.”

“Hmmph, you know what I think?”

“What?”

“It sounds like someone is in need of a nap.”

“You’re awful,” Jimmy giggled.”Completely and totally awful.”

“And completely and totally yours,” Cold said with a wink.

“Yeah?” Jimmy couldn’t resist, replying sweetly, “Sounds good to me.”

Happy Sexy Saturday, kits and kittens! Or, you know, Sunday for those keeping track of the days! Oops! Sorry for the late post, but I’ve been so busy running around pimping out my new release, Mortal Sins!

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~*~

“Can you forgive me?”

Snod’s eyes widened, and he tried to speak, but his teeth clicked together in silent failure. Forgiveness was an important part of his everyday life when he lived with the Order, but it was always because of the need to ask for it. Seek it out, bleed for it, suffer for it.

He’d never had anyone ask him for it, and he wasn’t even sure how to respond for a few seconds. At last, his head began to move, nodding as he said, “Of course I do.”

“Yeah?” Frankie smiled brightly, and Snod’s stomach curled happily in on itself.

“Yes,” Snod said softly, overcome by the warmth that bubbled through him. Forgiving someone, allowing Frankie to be relieved of his worries, was an amazing feeling.

He caught himself lingering on Frankie’s lips, the warmth in his body moving south as he thought of something else that felt especially amazing. He smirked, saying casually, “Although, I did only go out because you promised me something and didn’t deliver.”

Frankie’s eyes widened, gasping, “What?”

“You left me in an extremely uncomfortable physical state with no satisfaction,” Snod scoffed. “It was very rude considering what you had sworn you would do.”

“Oh, come on!”

“A broken vow is a very serious offense,” Snod said, aiming for stern, but he couldn’t stop himself from grinning. “I can forgive your inconsiderate behavior, but not the absence of your integrity.”

Frankie bared his teeth, his eyes moving down Snod’s lips toward his groin. “Well, I can’t have you questioning my integrity, now can I?”

Snod’s cock eagerly twitched beneath the blankets, his smile growing wider. “You did make me a promise of a blowjob; I’m only asking that you fulfill it.”

Frankie chuckled, kissing Snod as his hand began to wander down his stomach. “Mmm… I suppose that would be fair.”

“Very fair,” Snod panted, his desire making him start to tremble already. As they kissed, he was fighting to get his pants off, and to his surprise Frankie was just as eager to get his mouth on him.

Frankie pressed him down against the mattress by his hips the moment his pants were out of the way, moaning triumphantly as he sucked every inch of Snod down, his eyes fluttering closed.

*I’ve missed the taste of you…*

“God,” Snod whimpered, his head flopping back against the pillows, “I’ve missed this… I’ve missed you.” He couldn’t stop the lewd grunts that were spilling out of him, lost in the heaven that was having Frankie’s cold mouth wrapped around him.

He could feel Frankie’s tongue probing along the ridge of his head and rubbing against the tender tissue. Frankie was usually so slow, so patient, but right now he was absolutely ravenous. He was massaging Snod’s thighs, fondling his balls, and Snod was falling to pieces.

Snod wanted more, whining as his hips began to rise up, wanting the friction to increase, begging, “Can I…?”

*Yes, God. Yes!*

Snod groaned at being given permission, snatching Frankie’s hair and roughly thrusting upward. He couldn’t believe how effortlessly Frankie took it, letting Snod fuck his tight throat as hard as he wanted to, hissing and sputtering when he felt one of his fangs graze his sensitive skin.

Frankie readjusted himself so his teeth wouldn’t make contact again, but Snod started begging, “Please… bite me.”

*Obe… we shouldn’t…*

Snod slammed his hips up earnestly, trying to hold Frankie’s head down, trying to get his teeth to press into him as he pleaded, “Please!”

Frankie’s lust exploded at the urgent request and he growled, his brow scrunching up as his teeth sank in deep, swallowing back a big mouthful of blood.

Snod cried out joyously, loving how the suction from Frankie feeding added more pressure around his cock. It was absolutely divine. His legs were suddenly up on Frankie’s shoulders and he moaned when he felt a hard smack on his thigh.

*You did want me to spank you…*

“Yes! God, please!” Snod whimpered, smothering a sob into the crook of his arm when Frankie slapped his ass. The sting resonated all throughout Snod’s body and he knew he couldn’t take much more. He needed Frankie to discipline him, but this didn’t feel like a punishment. It felt like dying and going to heaven, relishing the stinging sensation of his abused cheeks.

Another hard smack and he came immediately, his cock pulsing hard as Frankie gulped down his load and his blood, swallowing audibly.

Licking and sucking until Snod was whining from severe overstimulation, Frankie finally released him with a low groan. He crawled up his body to kiss him. “Mmm… that was lovely.”

Snod was dizzy, panting as their lips connected, tasting the iron of his blood and the salt of his cum. It had no right to be so delicious.

Frankie was pressing against Snod seeking out his own release, his eyes bright as he purred, “Obe, touch me.”

Snod’s insides twisted immediately, the sweet afterglow tainted by the thought of putting his hand down there, down on Frankie. His hesitation was enough of an answer, Frankie shaking his head quickly.

“It’s all right,” he soothed. “You don’t have to. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Just… kiss me?”

Snod nodded. That he could do. He kissed Frankie passionately, trying to put everything he had into it to make up for what his hands couldn’t do. He could feel Frankie wiggling out of his pants and the rhythmic pounding of his knuckles as they brushed against him as he drove himself to climax.

Snod stroked his hair, slid his tongue into his mouth, and even grinded against him. He did everything he could to wring pleasure from this, hating his inadequacy. He couldn’t bring himself to touch Frankie like that. The sin was too much.

Frankie finished quickly against the sheets, gasping and jerking, Snod kissing all along his neck as he worked himself through it. He pressed his hand against Frankie’s chest, feeling the beautiful pulse of his heart beating beneath his fingers.

“I’m sorry,” Snod managed, their noses brushing together when Frankie was done and his heart had stilled once more.

“It’s fine,” Frankie insisted, their bond warm and sated. “If you want to, we’ll get there one day. If not, that’s okay, too.”

“What if I never want to?” Snod demanded urgently.

“Obe,” Frankie soothed, tracing his nails across his jaw. “I’m not going to pressure you. There’s no point in doing anything if you’re not going to enjoy it, too.”

*Like the spanking…*

Snod blushed immediately, whispering, “Yes.”

“It can all feel so good,” Frankie promised, “but we’ll take it slow. So very slow.”

Happy Sexy Saturday, kits and kittens! Nick Stecki is still hard at work bringing the audiobook version of Cold Hard Cash to life and I’m expecting a publishing date next week for my new delicious vampire novel… here’s a little taste! Enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW/spankings/smut/vamp stuff

~*~

“And you!” Frankie snapped, grabbing Snod’s wrist. “Outside! Now!”

Snod stumbled along as Frankie dragged him outside the club. The moment they were out of sight from any onlookers, Frankie held him close and blinked them into a secluded alley. For a dumb moment, Snod was hopeful that Frankie wanted privacy to give him that blowjob he had promised him.

But when he saw Frankie’s hands planted firmly on his hips and his beautiful face set in a furious scowl, he figured now would not be a good time to bring it up.

“On your fuckin’ knees,” Frankie snarled, pointing a long finger in Snod’s face.

Snod dropped immediately, unsure if his immediate compliance was voluntary or a result of Frankie’s power. Regardless, the fire he saw in Frankie’s eyes instantly transported him back to that first morning when Frankie had pinned him so aggressively on the sofa.

“You are such an immature, selfish, insecure fucking brat!” Frankie seethed, his fangs fully bared and hissing savagely. “I step away for a few precious moments, a few fucking seconds, and you just had to come barging over like a total jackass!”

Snod still hadn’t been given permission to speak, so he had no choice but to listen to Frankie’s rage. There was something strangely enticing about seeing him so angry and while Snod couldn’t explain it, he could feel himself getting undeniably hard.

“You had no right to say that to Mark!” Frankie continued to shout. “For fuck’s sake! We’re not together, Obe! I am not yours! I care about you, I do. I am willing to give you a chance when the blood wears off if you really want to be with me. But who’s to say you’re not just gonna wake up one morning and suddenly decide you don’t wanna date an unholy creature, huh? And then what?”

Snod frowned, his cock continuing to stiffen uncomfortably in his pants.

“You’re such an asshole, and you know what, so is Mark. You’re both fucking assholes!” Frankie raked his hands through his hair, groaning loudly. “God, what is wrong with me, am I just attracted to fucking jerks? God, ugh!”

Snod thought Frankie’s lips looked particularly pretty as he panted and huffed, even more turned on as he watched him get more and more worked up. Frankie was unfairly sexy when he was angry, and Snod was doing his best to listen, but it was getting difficult to focus.

“If we’re not gonna work out, I don’t need you burning my bridges over some petty, bullshit jealousy,” Frankie went on. “I’m crazy about Mark, but you… I could be crazy about you, too. But I have to know that you really want this. That you want me.”

Snod wished he could speak, although it was probably better that he didn’t. All he could think was that he did want Frankie. He wanted him far too much. He reached out for him, gently resting his hands on his thighs and smothering his cheek against his hip.

Frankie gasped softly, his hands moving over Snod’s neck, his nails digging in hard. The moment they touched, the desire between them became inescapable. Frankie was pressing closer, growling softly when Snod slid a hand back over his ass.

“Stand up,” he ordered sharply. “Right now.”

Snod was up on his feet and wrapping himself around Frankie in a second. He mouthed along his throat, backing Frankie up against the brick. He would fuck him right here if he could. All he could think about was coming, grinding their hips together as he sought out friction.

“No,” Frankie snarled suddenly, grabbing Snod by his neck and switching their positions. He pressed him face first against the wall, hissing angrily in his ear, “Tell me truthfully; do you think you deserve pleasure after the way you’ve behaved?”

Snod groaned, grateful that he could speak again as he croaked softly, “No… no, I don’t. I want you… I want you to punish me. I’ve crossed you and I need to be punished.” He closed his eyes, vividly recalling the way Frankie had spanked him before. He burned deep inside to feel that again, pleading, “Please.”

Frankie made a soft sound, something strangled and urgent, his free hand sliding down to cup Snod’s ass through his pants. “Do you want me to spank you, Obe?”

“Yes,” Snod whined, shamelessly arching into Frankie’s touch.

“Fuck,” Frankie hissed, squeezing Snod’s ass greedily. “Drop your pants. Right fucking now.”

Snod wouldn’t have needed to be under Frankie’s spell to obey. He was so desperate, jerking his pants and underwear down around his knees without any thought to who might be able to see them. He plastered himself across the wall, groaning as his cock rubbed against the cool and rough brick. “Fuck…”

“You embarrassed me!” Frankie growled, barely giving Snod any time to brace himself before his hand came down on his ass with a violent smack. “You made a total fool out of me in front of Mark!”

Another slap.

“You were beyond disrespectful!”

“Yes,” Snod gasped, each brutal spanking rocking his hips against the wall. The burn was making his dick ache, grinding against the brick even though it hurt. He felt so very small with Frankie crowded behind him, holding him so firmly in place as the burn in his cheeks made his eyes water. “I was bad… I’m sorry… I’m so fucking sorry…”

Frankie was relentless, purring in Snod’s ear, “I know you are, Obe. That’s okay. I’m going to help you learn. I’m going to teach you how to be good for me…” He spanked Snod’s ass again, hard enough to make him cry out. “There, my good boy. You’re taking it so well…”

“Fuck, Frankie!” Snod whimpered, clawing at the wall and humping the brick as he sought out friction. The pain was making every other part of his body especially sensitive and he knew he was going to come soon, just from the smack of Frankie’s hand and grinding against the wall like a dog. He whined anxiously, his face flushing with shame as he cried, “I’m gonna come… I’m-“

“No,” Frankie said, his cool fingers sliding around to cruelly squeeze Snod’s cock.

“Urghh!” Snod grunted, the wave of pleasure that was about to wash over him knocked back into a frustrated puddle. He was sweating and on edge, trying to thrust into Frankie’s hand. “Please…?”

“This is a punishment, remember?” Frankie gave Snod’s cock a firm squeeze before letting go. He nipped at his shoulder, pressing his own hard cock into Snod’s hip as he scoffed, “You don’t deserve to come, Obe. Not until I’m sure you’ve learned your lesson, not until I’m satisfied…”

“Then let me satisfy you,” Snod pleaded, reaching back to grab Frankie’s side to keep him close. “Allow me to earn your forgiveness, Frankie. I can take you right here, right now, however you want me. I’ll do whatever you ask of me.”

“Mmm, Obe…” Frankie’s fangs grazed over Snod’s throat as he considered the juicy offer before pulling away suddenly. “No. This is a problem. We can’t just fuck the problem away. Especially when the fucking is part of the damn problem!”

“But I want you!” Snod groaned impatiently, pounding his fist into the brick. “I want you more than anything.”

“You want to have sex with me,” Frankie steadily corrected him, pulling his pants back up with a long sigh and affectionately patting his shoulder.

“Yes, but I want more. I want to watch Disney movies with you,” Snod tried, earnest and vulnerable. The alcohol was an extremely liberating potion, and soon he couldn’t believe the things he was saying. “I want to fall asleep next to you, and wake up with you. I want to cook for you, even though you can’t eat it. Oh, but you could still watch me. I want to drink more with you. Shirts. I want to fold shirts. Match socks. Dance.”

Frankie was honestly touched, warmth flowing over the bond and seeping right into Snod’s chest. He cradled his face lovingly, allowing him to draw back in for a tender embrace. His eyes were bright, gazing warmly at Snod as he said, “One month… if you still want that in one month, then yes. You can have it all.”

Snod had to kiss him, their mouths passionately crashing against one another’s. He didn’t care about learning that stupid name or returning to the Order in that moment. His heart was pushing him right into this beautiful vampire’s arms, and he never wanted to leave.

The temperature of their kiss turned to boiling within moments, Frankie again being the one with some semblance of willpower and pulling away before things went too far.

“We need to get back and check on Lorenzo,” Frankie said, adjusting his glasses that had been knocked askew during their heated make out. “No telling what kind of trouble he’s gotten into.”

Reaching down to shift his uncomfortably erect cock, Snod scowled but nodded obediently. His cheeks were still blazing hot from Frankie’s strong hand and he was eager for release. He glanced at Frankie, grinning shyly. He didn’t have the heart to ask out loud, but he could definitely think it.

*Blowjob…?*

“You lost all your blowiob privileges when you decided to tell Mark about all the sex we’re no longer having!” Frankie huffed, aiming for angry but he was smiling wide. “Come on!”

Frankie brought Snod back to the club to check on his friend, walking with him arm in arm as they approached the dance floor. At first, Snod thought Lorenzo was having some kind of seizure. His long braids were whipping about violently and his body was shaking as his arms flailed around him.

Most of the other patrons had given him plenty of space, letting him convulse at a safe distance.
“Yup, it’s time to go,” Frankie sighed, weaving out onto the dance floor to retrieve him.

“Wait,” Snod said, gently reaching for Frankie’s hand. “I meant it, about… the dancing.”

“Huh?” Frankie laughed in surprise. “You mean… you want to right now?”

“Yes,” Snod said eagerly, desperately wanting to be close to Frankie again.

“One song,” Frankie said, holding up his index finger to emphasize his determination. “Just one, and then we have to get Lorenzo and go home.”

Snod grinned victoriously, eagerly wrapping his arms around Frankie. He stayed close, struggling to keep on rhythm. He wasn’t very good, but dancing gave him the chance to touch Frankie all over and he loved it. He blushed when Frankie’s hands grabbed his hips, helping him find the beat.

Dancing was a lot like sex, Snod began to learn. He wanted to thrust and slam, but Frankie was showing him how to roll his hips against his, seductively moving with the music. It was getting easier, and he smiled brightly when Frankie’s arms curled up around his neck.

The tempo of the music had dropped down, now a slow and throaty bass line that begged their bodies to grind together. Snod held Frankie’s hips, their foreheads pressed together as they danced, unable to tear himself away from those beautiful eyes for a second.

He knew Frankie wasn’t his boyfriend, but what if he could be? What if he forgot all about the Order, what if they could have a life together? With all the alcohol diluting his guilt, such a dream felt within reach.

His head was swimming beautifully. He could feel the bass reverberating in his bones, and the only sensation he could detect through the bond was pure joy. It was Frankie’s mixing in with his own, and Snod had never been so happy.

He wished the song could last forever, but the beat changed all too soon and Frankie was untangling their bodies.

“Let’s go,” Frankie said, taking Snod’s hand and leading him over to get a hold of Lorenzo.

Happy Sexy Saturday, kits and kittens! I am so happy to announce that edits for my M/M vampire book, Former Things, are DONE! I should have a publishing date soon and I can’t wait for you guys to read it!

Today’s sexy post is another selection from my Kinktober project (hey, I did all 31 days! That’s a lot of porn to share!!!) and the theme was lingerie. I threw in a splash of temp play and I hope you all enjoy it!

Warnings: NSFW/temperature play/lingerie/toys

~*~

“Safeword?” Cold asked with a smirk.

“Ice,” Jimmy confirmed, sighing contently as Cold gently tied silk ribbons around his wrists in little bows. The ribbon wasn’t strong enough to actually hold him if he wanted to escape, but he wouldn’t dare break free.

Cold wanted him to stay just like this, and so Jimmy would.

Jimmy had recently found himself very interested in softer and prettier things, and Cold was more than happy to help. The silk ribbons for this evening’s lesson were accompanied by red lace panties and a matching bralette.

It felt strange and new, but he couldn’t deny the heat that stirred in his loins when Cold gazed at him with such raw hunger.

He felt sexy, naughty, and absolutely delicious.

Cold definitely agreed, stretched out beside him, fully clothed as always but with a very obvious erection tenting his slacks, reaching into a small dish to pull out an ice cube.

The last time they had tried this sort of play didn’t end well. They discovered that Jimmy was particularly sensitive to the cold, and had opted to stop very early. But Jimmy was nothing if not stubborn, and he wanted to try again; this time he had decided to take it up a notch.

Resting in the bowl of ice was a thick glass dildo, chilling for later use.

Cold held the first cube above Jimmy’s chest, letting the heat from his fingers melt the ice and drip down.

Jimmy closed his eyes, relaxing as the droplets collected on his sternum and dripped down his neck and his sides.

It made him shiver, but he could breathe through it.

Cold then applied the ice directly to his skin, sliding it slowly down to the edge of Jimmy’s bra. He nudged the lace aside, playing around the edge of Jimmy’s nipple.

Jimmy gasped, his toes pawing at the sheets, unable to stop a shiver running up his spine. His nipples seemed especially sensitive right now, gasping louder when Cold pushed the ice right on top and held it there.

Cold traced the ice in little circles, letting the heat of Jimmy’s body melt it and smiling softly, purring, “Your nipple is getting so hard… how does it feel?”

“Cold,” Jimmy replied shakily. He swallowed, trying to formulate a better response, “Hurts.”

Cold removed the ice cube, leaning down to wash the cool water away with a slow and hot swipe of his tongue.

Jimmy whimpered at the sudden shift in temperature, finding relief but the contrast made the tender tissue ache. “God… mmphhhh… hurts, but it’s good…”

Cold seemed satisfied with that response, repositioning the bra and covering Jimmy’s nipple again. He moved to the other, repeating the same treatment of cold and hot, lavishing the tender bud flesh with long swipes of his tongue.

Jimmy whimpered, his fingers clenching at the air and shuddering deep in the marrow of his bones. His cock was pulsing, the lace of the panties too tight and confining, whining at the tug of the elastic on his shaft.

Cold was moving faster now, another ice cube dragging down Jimmy’s stomach and settling in his belly button.

Jimmy kept shivering, his hips thrusting up, squirming as he moaned, “God… I need… I need you to touch me…”

“Soon,” Cold promised, lapping at the water that had pooled in his belly button, sucking it up with a smirk. “Very soon.”

Jimmy huffed softly, both of his nipples still hard and pushing up against the soft fabric of his bra. The ice treatment continued on, pressing at his hips and his thighs, the chilling stimulation making him whimper and shudder.

Cold soon decided those pretty panties were in his way, tugging them aside with a loud rip, chuckling softly at how it made Jimmy squirm. Another cube of ice pressed right against his hole, Jimmy shouting out right and bucking away from it.

“Mmmm, okay, okay, that’s really cold,” he squeaked, panting hard and gasping when Cold’s tongue swept in to soothe the freezing ache. He relaxed, his head falling to the side as Cold kept licking and sucking attentively. He yelped when the ice returned unexpectedly, whining furiously in protest.

Too cold, too damn cold, able to feel the chill down in his toes. It was quickly chased away by more laps of Cold’s hot tongue, the sudden heat blurring his sight and moaning loudly.

Cold teased cubes of ice along the shaft of Jimmy’s cock, the thin lace of his panties doing little to shield him from the freezing sensation. He was shivering frantically, his balls tightening up from the frigid teasing and panting through the shudders.

The dildo came next, lubed and easily sliding in, hard and cold and unrelenting. Jimmy nearly cried, the freezing sensation pressing deep in his body without any way to find relief. It was so deep inside of him and no matter how he moved it was so freakin’ cold, and yet Cold’s blazing hot tongue was right there to counter it.

Cold was licking Jimmy’s balls as he thrusted the toy, hot and cold, cold and hot, too much and yet not enough of either sensation to chase down any kind of release. Jimmy’s cock remained aching and wet inside of his underwear, rigid and stubborn in spite of the contrasting torments.

It kept on until the safeword was almost threatening to leave Jimmy’s lips, chilled and shivering all over, screaming when Cold’s scorching mouth sucked down every inch of his cock. The dildo inside of him seemed so far away, a burning sort of ache throbbing inside of him as the nerve endings fought against the cold to restore full sensation.

Every part of his body was suddenly focused on Cold’s mouth wrapped around his cock, stunned and moaning shamelessly. It felt too damn good, and he wanted Cold to know exactly how much he was enjoying it. He whimpered and cried, pleading, “Fuck! Rod! I’m so close, so fucking close!”

Cold pulled off with a sharp gasp, his fingers grabbing Jimmy’s spit slick cock and jerking him rapidly. The dildo was twisting inside his hole, the cold weakened by the heat of his tender tissue, and everything was now hot and throbbing.

Jimmy closed his eyes, his next breath caught in his throat as he gave into Cold’s skilled fingers and came with a choked cry. Each pulse sent showers of pleasure all over him, groaning as Cold slowly withdrew the toy, watching him come all over himself with a smug little smile.

Jimmy melted down into the mattress, stretching his legs and sighing contently. He looked down at the streams of come that had splattered across his stomach and soaked his panties. “Mmmph,” he mumbled, “Wow…”

“Enjoy yourself?” Cold asked with a smirk, kissing Jimmy’s thigh.

“Uh huh,” Jimmy nodded, smiling as Cold reached up to untie the ribbons.

Cold stepped away to grab a washcloth, running it under the sink to dampen it, unable to resist a sly little wink upon his return.

Jimmy frowned in confusion, watching Cold sit down beside him to clean him up. He was about to ask what he was up to, squealing loudly when the cloth touched him.

It was ice cold!

“Hey! Ice! Iiiiiice!!” Jimmy squeaked, laughing hysterically as Cold ran the cloth all over his stomach until there were tears in his eyes. “Ahhh, come on! Asshole!”

Cold grinned, finally relenting and kissing Jimmy sweetly, mumbling, “Mmm… how rude.”

Jimmy grabbed the washcloth and squeezed out some of water right on top of Cold’s head. He grinned triumphantly, giggling at the sour expression on Cold’s face.

“I suppose I deserved that,” Cold drawled, flicking some of the water from off his forehead.

“I should have dumped some ice down your shirt,” Jimmy snickered.

“I would love to see you try,” Cold challenged, mischief curling his lips.

Jimmy narrowed his eyes, snatching up a few of the half melted cubes left in the dish and pounced. He didn’t quite succeed in getting the ice anywhere near Cold’s collar, but considering the resulting tryst that erupted as a result of their wrestling, he still considered it a win.