Page 45 of Bull's Boy

“But if I do, just say stop, and I will.”

Malcolm palmed the sides of Bull’s face, brushing his thumbs over his cheekbones. “I trust you, but if I’m not comfortable with something, I promise to tell you.”

“Good boy,” Bull said, and then he was licking inside Malcolm’s mouth again for more long, drugging kisses.

Good boyrang in Malcolm’s ears, scratching at an itch he hadn’t known he’d had. A new and unexpected part of himself was blossoming, coming to life with Bull’s gentle words and growled praise.

After kissing him until his lips were deliciously sore, Bull lowered him to the ground and snagged the hem of his T-shirt, slowly pulling it up his body and holding his eyes, watching Malcolm closely. His searing gaze was like a physical touch, burning Malcolm alive.

If anyone else had looked at him the way Bull did, it would have made him nervous. But he loved having his full attention, knowing that there was nothing or no one more important in that moment to Bull.

He lifted his arms to help, and Bull peeled the T-shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it away. When he grabbed the waistband of Malcolm’s shorts and started to tug them down, he sucked in a shuddery breath, goose bumps peppering his skin. His cock sprang up as soon as it was free, already damp at the tip.

Dropping to one knee, Bull groaned and ran his tongue up the underside, from the base of his shaft to the very end of his flushed head, licking up all the precome. Malcolm moaned and rocked forward, shivering as his dick brushed against the side of Bull’s face, the short bristles scraping at his sensitive, blood-engorged skin.

“Step out,” Bull said.

It took him a second to figure out what he was talking about. Giving his head a small shake, he braced his hands on Bull’s shoulders to steady himself as he stepped out of his shorts. They went flying over Bull’s shoulder, and he chuckled, but it turned into a moan when half his dick disappeared inside the wet heat of Bull’s mouth.

“Shit,” he groaned, palming the back of Bull’s head. “Feels so good.”

Bull hummed, the vibration shooting down his cock and landing in his balls. He worked him like a fucking pro for several long minutes, running his tongue over his veins and ridges, sucking at the tip, fondling his sack, and then giving it the gentlest of tugs that he felt all the way down into his toes. He was going to be a goner very soon if Bull kept it up.

And yet, he still whimpered in disappointment when Bull gave him one last hard suck and then pushed to his feet. Dizzy with arousal, Malcolm wobbled unsteadily, grateful when Bull grabbed his hips and anchored him in place. Malcolm stared as Bull wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, the gesture obscene and sexy as hell.

“Is there something specific you want?”

It took a moment for the words to penetrate his lust-fogged brain, but then he shook his head. “No, um, I guess not. Is there something you want?”

Bull grinned at him, his eyes full of heat and promises. “I’ve got an idea.”

Excitement shot through him. Maybe he should have been a little hesitant since his experience with guys was… the previous weekend, but he trusted Bull, possibly more than he’d ever trusted a partner before. No, scratch that—definitely more.

Even though they’d only been doing whatever it was that they were doing for a few days, the trust had already been built. It was already there from the months of knowing each other. He was pretty sure that if Bull asked, Malcolm would let him fuck him, but he also knew that Bull wouldn’t. He would never try and pressure him before he was ready, and he wasn’t—not yet—despite how his whole body tingled when he let his eyes drop to the prominent erection in the front of Bull’s sweatpants.

Bull gripped his chin, tugging his face back up, a small smirk on his lips. “You’ll like this,” he said, voice low and seductive, and then pressed a quick kiss to Malcolm’s mouth.

Malcolm had to actively work to stay standing, not sure which affected him more: the possessive way Bull held his face or the cocky way he assumed to know what Malcolm would and wouldn’t like.

Probably a combination of both.

Bull moved over to one side of the bed and grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand. Dropping his sweats, he stepped out of them and climbed up onto the bed, settling on his back but propping himself up on his elbows. Malcolm couldn’t help butstare at how thick and heavy his cock was, with its broad, plum-shaped head weeping with precome.

Just the sight of it had Malcolm’s mouth watering, like his taste buds had a memory and were panting at the idea of getting to taste him once more.

Before he could crawl up onto the bed and make that happen though, Bull squeezed some of the clear liquid into his hand and jacked himself, coating the whole thing in glistening slickness. Malcolm clenched his ass as he watched, wondering what exactly Bull had in mind. Tossing aside the lube, Bull beckoned him onto the bed with a crooked finger.

“What should I…” Malcolm paused, perched on the end of the bed at Bull’s feet, not sure where he wanted him, and that uncertainty starting to dampen his excitement.

“I want you right here,” Bull said clearly, patting his groin just above the base of his cock.

Relieved he didn’t have to try and figure it out, Malcolm bit his lip and moved up between Bull’s legs on his hands and knees.

“Fuck, you look good crawling to me, baby boy,” Bull said, his voice harsh and drawing Malcolm’s eyes up to his face. He was staring at Malcolm like he had never seen anyone as sexy as him. It gave him just the boost of confidence he needed to hop onto Bull’s lap—histhrone—and settle right over Bull’s thick cock where it stretched up toward his stomach.

Bull grunted and leaned back onto his elbows again, running his teeth over his bottom lip. “Go ahead, gorgeous. Grind that ass on me. Let me slide between those cheeks.”

Malcolm sucked in a breath, a little scandalized and a lot aroused at the words and the sight of Bull in the soft, low lighting in his bedroom. The whole moment was drawing him in, seducing him. Bull’s big, strong body on full display and at his disposal. The slick feeling of his cock pressing against the cleft of his ass, begging to push between his cheeks. His furry chest teasing at Malcolm’s fingers.

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