Page 22 of Bull's Boy

“You are gorgeous and sweet and absolute perfection.”

Malcolm made a soft, broken sound.

He wasn’t. How could Bull think…

Bull’s eyes darkened, his thumb and forefinger gripping his chin, holding his eyes. “Such a perfect, pretty boy.”

“Oh.”

That… that was really nice. Warmth spread across his cheeks and through his chest, down to his fingertips. He reached out blindly, needing to catch hold of something, and found Bull’s thigh. Thick, warm, and sturdy.

“Fuck. You like that, don’t you? You want to be my pretty boy.”

“Bull.”

“Shh.” Bull’s rough, calloused thumb smoothed over his lips, making his whole mouth tingle. “Don’t worry, baby.”

Oh god. Heat flushed through him with an edge of embarrassment. No one had ever called him that, not the way Bull did. Not in a way that made him feel small and soft… and precious.

But dearlorddid he like it.

He glanced away, overwhelmed but needy for more, and pursed his lips, pressing a kiss to the pad of Bull’s thumb. When he forced himself to look, Bull was staring at his mouth with open hunger, running his teeth over his bottom lip. And that… that made him feelpowerful.

“Show it to me,” he said softly, tugging free of Bull’s gentle hold and focusing on his lap. It was too dark to see much detail,but he needed to know. Needed to see. Needed to give Bull something he’d never even considered giving to another person.

Cursing under his breath, Bull hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and tugged.

Malcolm’s jaw dropped.

Ollie’s source had been right, alright. The man wasenormous.

“That’s…” He wasn’t sure what he’d been going to say. His brain was shorting out at the sight of Bull’s dick. He was thick, with a large, plum-shaped head, and a solid ten inches.

How did that thing fit anywhere?

Bull moved one of his hands to cover part of his shaft as he cleared his throat, and Malcolm glanced up at him, confused, and then was surprised to find Bull looking embarrassed, maybe even a little uncomfortable.

“What’s wrong?”

He scratched at his jaw and glanced away. “I know I’m too big…”

Too big? Did he really think that? As stunned as Malcolm was, that was already wearing off. Instead, a fervent curiosity was filling him. What would he feel like? Would it be weird to touch another man like that? What would he taste like?

“You’re not too big,” he said with a confidence he pulled out of thin air.

Bull raised his brows.

“I’m serious. I was surprised, yeah, but I still want to touch it. Is that okay?”

For a second, Bull just stared at him, eyes wide, before coughing lightly and moving his hand out of the way. “Yeah, baby boy. You can do whatever you want.”

He bit his lip to hold back a whimper.Baby boywas even better thanbabysomehow.

Ducking his head, he tentatively ran one finger down the side of Bull’s veiny shaft. Smooth. Hot. Sexy in a way he’d never imagined. When he wrapped his hand around Bull’s shaft and it throbbed in his grip, he made a soft noise and came to the sudden realization he was rock hard in his own jeans.

So he was officially at least bi-curious, then.

Good to know.

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