Page 25 of Bull's Boy

“Um.” Malcolm couldn’t quite meet his gaze. “You can… on my face though. If you want to.”

He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut for a second.

“You don’t have to— I thought you— It’s okay if?—”

Bull pressed his thumb against his lips, silencing the tumble of words. “I want that. More than you can possibly understand.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“I never really got that,” Malcolm said, voice soft and confessional. “The need to come on someone else.”

Bull shrugged. “Some guys just like how it looks, others… like the power trip. For me…” He pictured white streaks on Malcolm’s flushed face and shuddered. “I don’t think I should tell you.”

“Why not?” Malcolm whispered, smirking and giving Bull a couple of quick strokes, nearly taking his brain completely off-line at the easy way he did it. Like it wasnothingto casually stroke Bull while they chatted.

“I don’t want to scare you off.”

Eyebrows winging up, Malcolm shook his head. “If sucking you hasn’t…”

That might be true, but since Bull wasn’t really sure why Malcolm was doing it or what he was really getting out of it, he couldn’t say with certainty that some of the more… depraved things he imagined doing to Malcolm wouldn’t send him running. His desire to leave something behind on Malcolm’sskin wasn’t so bad, but hearing it might push him over the edge and stop whatever was happening between them.

“I can be really possessive,” Bull said slowly, watching Malcolm carefully. “I like the idea of marking… someone as mine.”

Could Malcolm tell he’d almost saidyou? Almost admitted he’d dreamed of leaving come and bruises all over his sexy little body?

Swallowing, Malcolm whispered, “Oh. Okay.”

When he didn’t say anything else—or run from the car in disgust—Bull slipped his hand to the back of Malcolm’s head and applied the slightest pressure, prompting him. “Let me feel that perfect fucking mouth again first, then I’ll paint your gorgeous face.”

“Bull,” Malcolm whimpered, but he didn’t say anything else or resist the light touch urging him downward. He fell back onto Bull’s lap with an eagerness that made sweat drip down Bull’s spine.

As soon as his lips wrapped around the end of Bull’s cock again, he groaned, letting him hear how good he was making him feel. “That’s it, baby boy. Get it nice and wet.”

Malcolm moaned, some of his spit dripping down to Bull’s tight balls, and he shivered. He loved sloppy blowjobs, loved how good it felt when the person let go of trying tolook hotand just worked to get him off. Eyes rolling back, he tightened his hold on Malcolm’s hair and ass, helping him find a fast rhythm as he bobbed up and down.

“Yes. Fuck yes. I could live in this mouth,” he groaned, toes curling in his boots as he fought off finishing. He wanted to livein this moment for as long as possible; he wasn’t ready for it to be over. But he also needed to come so fucking bad. “Take as much as you can—oh fuck!”

Malcolm lifted his head, coughing and taking a few quick breaths. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, baby boy.” He could barely see straight, petting Malcolm’s ass to reassure him and pushing his hair back to see more of his face. “You gagging on my cock is hot as shit. I nearly came.”

Tilting his head, he glanced up at Bull, smiling a little. “It’s not a mood-killing reminder I don’t really know what I’m doing?”

Bull pushed Malcolm’s face back toward his dark red head with a little more force than before. “Fuck no. You don’t have to do it again, but it was hot. Trust me.”

Malcolm hummed thoughtfully and then stuck his tongue out, licking up the whole length of Bull’s shaft before popping the tip back into his mouth. Bull gritted his teeth, doing his best not to be too aggressive as he guided Malcolm’s movements. The wet sounds rang in his ears, adding to the momentum building inside him.

“Stroke the rest, nice and fast,” he managed to say. “Get me right to the edge, baby.”

His fist immediately sped up, shuttling up and down and twisting to touch as much as possible. The combination was exactly what Bull needed, rushing him toward the end.

“Perfect. You’re so fucking perfect. You’re so good at this I’m going to come embarrassingly fast.” He groaned, hips twitchingas he tried to time things just right while his damn brains were getting scrambled in his skull.

Malcolm moaned, the fingers on Bull’s thigh digging in, the ones on his cock tightening almost to the point of pain.

That was all he could take.

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