Page 24 of Bull's Boy

In the dark corners of his mind, the places he liked to pretend weren’t there, he’d imagined having a moment like this with Malcolm. Fuck, he’d imagined a hundred different variations of Malcolm suddenly showing interest in sucking his dick.

But he never could have anticipated how chatty it would end up being.

For some reason—or at least a reason he wasn’t interested in examining too closely—he always imagined it being quick and furtive and dirty and then them going their separate ways.

This was a million times better.

Malcolm shrugged, his other hand disappearing and wrapping around the base of Bull’s dick. He bit back a groan, holding his hips still from sheer terror he’d freak Malcolm out if he tried to thrust into his face.

“It’s okay if you don’t like it,” he said unsteadily, sliding his hand down to Malcolm’s upper back, not wanting him to feel trapped by the hold in his hair.

“I didn’t say that.” Then he wrapped his lips around Bull’s head and sucked lightly.

Lightning shot through him, and he couldn’t completely keep his hips from moving, a ragged groan slicing the steamy air of his truck cab. “Fuck, baby. That feels so good.”

He felt Malcolm shudder at his praise, his legs shifting restlessly, and Bull zeroed in on that tiny movement. Was Malcolm aroused too? Was he really getting off on sucking him?

Or was it just the pet names and praise? A reaction he couldn’t help, just the submissive in him craving the attention, even if it was coming from a man.

He didn’t know how to be sure, but he wouldn’t deny Malcolm something they both enjoyed.

“You’re a natural at this. Fucking perfect for me.”

Malcolm gasped around his dick, hips swiveling. Yeah, he liked that a lot. Bull wanted to shower him in praise, fill him up with kind words and unending affection, but before he could say anything else, he nearly swallowed his tongue as Malcolm took more of his cock into his warm mouth and moaned. The vibration cascaded down his shaft and landed in his balls, drawing them up.

“Fucking fuck,” Bull groaned, fingers diving back into that soft hair all on their own. “Your mouth is…” He grunted, Malcolm’s hand sliding up and down again but now so much easier with his slick spit smoothing the way. “That’s it. Use your tongue on—yes, just like that, baby. God, you’re so good at this, made to suck this big dick.”

Malcolm’s movements quickened, tiny whimpers filling Bull’s ears and driving him out of his mind. He was going to blow any second—he couldn’t hold back, not when he had the perfect boy eagerly sucking him. The same one he’d dreamed about for months, had imagined getting to have a million times. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve getting Malcolm, but he’d thank every deity he could think of just as soon as his balls were empty.

That cute, pert little ass he’d done his best not to stare at shifted in the air again, and he couldn’t help but slide his hand down Malcolm’s firm back, pausing at his hip. Would he want Bull to touch him like that?

Slowly, he crept his fingers up and over the small curve of Malcolm’s ass, then squeezed.

Jolting, Malcolm lifted his head, wiping at his mouth in an obscene way that had Bull’s dickthrobbing. He didn’t move his hand though, waiting to see what Malcolm would say.

“Okay?” Bull asked softly.

“Um.” Malcolm glanced away, eyes dropping to Bull’s chest and teeth sinking into his swollen bottom lip. He could almost hear his brain working, trying to decide if he liked the possessive touch or not. Raising his gaze, he nodded. “Only seems fair since I’m touching you.”

Bull lifted his hand away, frowning. “That’s not how consent works, baby boy. You’re allowed to say no to anything you don’t want, same as me.”

A soft smile graced his lips. “I know, Bull. I was teasing.” Then he pursed his lips in thought. “Wait, is there something you don’t want me to do?”

Bull snorted. “I literally can’t think of a single thing I wouldn’t let you do.”

Malcolm ducked his head, but Bull caught his grin. Cupping his adorable, pointed chin, Bull lifted his face, holding his eyes as he dropped his other hand back onto his ass. His lips parted, eyes wide, but he didn’t try and look away.

“You sure this is okay?”

His pink tongue peeked out, swiping at his distracting lips. “I’m sure.”

“What if I want to slip my fingers inside these jeans?” Bull asked, pressing his fingers into the sensitive underside of Malcolm’s cheek through the rough material. “What if I want to come on your gorgeous face as I touch your sexy little ass?”

Malcolm sucked in a breath, lashes fluttering as he blinked quickly. “I don’t… I’m not sure…”

Bull nodded. “It won’t happen, then.”

The conflict in those pretty eyes would be enough for him, the knowledge that Malcolm was even tempted to let Bull grope him like that and leave his mark on his skin. He’d take whatever he could get because he knew there was a pretty good chance he’d never have another opportunity like this again.

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