Page 35 of Bull's Boy

“You really want to put your mouth on my ass?”

“Well, yeah,” Bull said, brows furrowing. “Your ass is sexy as shit. Of course I want to rim you.”

Malcolm squirmed against him, covering his eyes with one hand. “You can’t just say that.”

He snorted, laying both hands on Malcolm’s strong thighs and giving him a quick squeeze. “I can, and I will. If you said yes, I’d flip you over on this couch, peel your jeans off, and shove my tongue into your hole as fast as possible.”

Malcolm dropped his hand to gape at him, face bright red.

Shrugging, he added, “But I’m also not going to pressure you into doing things you aren’t ready for just because I’ve been fantasizing about it for a while.”

“I don’t think I’m ready for that quite yet,” Malcolm said softly and swallowed.

“Okay.” He squeezed again. “Why don’t we just say that for now, your ass is off-limits until you tell me otherwise. How does that sound?”

Malcolm scrunched up his face in thought. “What about… you can touch it, but don’t put anything, um, inside until I say otherwise?”

Heat scorched through him. “Just to be clear, are you okay with me touching your hole as long as I don’t go past that?”

“Yeah,” Malcolm said on a shuddery breath. “Yeah, I think that’ll be okay. I’ve never, um, done that before though.”

A fierce, illogical possessiveness stabbed at his gut, wanting to claw out and crow with happiness. He swallowed it back, slipping a hand to the side of Malcolm’s neck, his fingers curling around the back, and tugged him forward. Gently, he pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth and said softly, “That’s okay. I think you’ll like it, but if you don’t, just tell me to stop, and I will, baby. I promise.”

“I know you will,” Malcolm whispered, tipping his head back a little, encouraging Bull to drag his lips down his jaw to his throat. “Are we done talking for a while? I really want to come now.”

“Whatever you want, baby boy,” he growled, licking the spot that made Malcolm shiver. “Undo your pants for me.”

“Thank fuck,” he groaned, hands dropping to his button and zipper without hesitation.

Bull pressed his smile into the hinge of his jaw, then leaned back to enjoy the show. Malcolm’s fingers were trembling just a little, making him fumble with the tab of his zipper, but he got it down without needing help.

Though Bull would have been happy to lend a hand.

As soon as he was done, Malcolm looked up at him, waiting to see what Bull wanted him to do next. Fuck, he was sweet in his submission without even realizing it.

“Do you want my mouth, hand, or to rub against my cock?” He still had his hand on Malcolm’s neck and felt him swallow. Grinning, he ran his thumb down the front of his throat and the bump of his Adam’s apple. “Rub against my cock it is.”

He eased Malcolm up and off him, then stood, too, and quickly tugged his shirt off. He had his jeans undone and halfway down his thighs when curious fingers touched one of his nipples.

“You have your nipples pierced?” Malcolm asked, an edge of awe in his voice.

“Yeah. Tay tried to convince me to do my cock, but I stood firm, so we compromised.” He winked when Malcolm glanced up at his face, letting him know he was kidding. Sort of. He kicked off his pants and stuck his thumbs in his waistband. “Are you going to get undressed?”

“Hm?” Malcolm flicked the barbell, and Bull hissed at how good it felt. “Oh yeah.”

Bull watched his face to make sure he didn’t seem overly nervous, but Malcolm didn’t hesitate to peel off his clothes. They held each other’s eyes as they lowered their underwear, the moment feeling enormous in its importance but natural too, likethey’d done this before and didn’t have anything to be worried about.

When his briefs hit the floor, he stood up straight, letting Malcolm look all he wanted and taking his time to run his gaze over every tantalizing inch of him as well. He only had a little hair between his pecs, and his happy trail was a little thicker, leading to a cock that was probably a solid six inches. In fact, it seemed a little large on his short, lean body. The hair around the base was neatly trimmed, unlike Bull’s. Manscaping had never been his thing, but he loved it on Malcolm. It was probably just a personal preference, but he loved the idea that he’d done itforBull.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Bull said hoarsely.

“I think I’d convinced myself it wasn’t as big as I remembered,” Malcolm said absently, seeming to not have heard Bull, eyes glued on his cock.

He wrapped his hand around himself and gave a few quick strokes, the caveman in him beating his chest at the way Malcolm sucked in a breath, lips parted. Smirking, he sank back down onto the couch and patted his thighs.

“Come here, baby boy. Climb back onto your throne and make yourself feel good.”

CHAPTER TEN

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