Page 46 of Bull's Boy

He was going to fall in love with this man and the things he made Malcolm feel scarily fast.

Instead of thinking about that, he adjusted his seat, leaning back and pushing down, and his lips parted on a silent sound as Bull’s dick pressed between his cheeks, right against the most sensitive and unexplored part of his body.

Holding Bull’s gaze, he shifted his hips back and forth, just a hair, probably not even a full inch, but the way Bull’s slick cock moved against him, rubbing against all those secret places, had him gasping. His fingers dug into Bull’s thick torso, and he licked his lips.

“That’s it. You’re doing such a good job,” Bull said, eyes darkening with possession. “I knew you’d like it. You’re so responsive whenever I get anywhere near your little hole, aren’t you, baby? I bet you can make yourself come just like this.”

Malcolm’s balls tightened at the idea, Bull’s easy praise lighting up all the lonely corners inside him, and he moved his hips a little farther, using more of Bull’s shaft to pleasure himself. His hole was so sensitive he would swear he could feel every single vein on Bull’s cock.

“You’re so gorgeous like this,” Bull said, watching him, his breaths growing labored. “You were made to ride this cock, baby boy. Made just for me.”

Malcolm nodded, nearly lost in pleasure already, sliding back and forth over and over. His own dick was being completely ignored, but that wasn’t stopping him from starting to drip precome.

When Bull shifted so he could palm one of Malcolm’s thighs, holding him steady as his pace quickened, the low lamplight caught the metal of his barbells, drawing Malcolm’s eyes to his thick pecs.

He fell forward, following an instinct he didn’t really understand, and latched onto one of Bull’s nipples, tonguing the piercing and then sucking. He moaned, a sort of relaxing euphoria washing over him. Opening his mouth wider, he latched onto as much of Bull’s pec as he could fit inside his mouth comfortably and suckled.

One of Bull’s big hands came up to cup the back of his head, and that felt so nice too, reassuring and protective. Malcolm wiggled himself into a comfortable position, his dick pressing against Bull’s furry belly, and wrapped his arms around him to tuck beneath his back. He thrust gently, the soft hair on Bull’s stomach the perfect amount of stimulation as he focused on the soothing feeling of sucking on his salty pec. All the urgency from a few moments ago drained away, but he was still riding the cusp of his orgasm, having been so close before he changed tactics.

He knew what he needed.

Cheeks flushing, he tugged a hand back out from beneath Bull and grabbed one of his ass cheeks, spreading himself open, silently begging for Bull to touch him.

Thick fingers delved between his cheeks and rubbed against his hole, the skin slippery from the lube off Bull’s cock. Being touched there was still a little strange and foreign, butfuck, it was so good.

His calluses were just a touch rough, but Malcolm loved it. Loved the reminder that it wasn’t one of the women he’d been with in the past touching him. It was Bull, who was all man. Hard where all Malcolm’s past partners had been soft.

He whimpered when those fingers disappeared, but Bull shushed him, the hand on the back of his head pressing him a little harder into his chest. “It’s okay, sweet boy.”

Relaxing, he let Bull feed his cock back up between his cheeks, and then he laid his hand over Malcolm’s and pushed, pressing the sensitive skin of his cleft around as much of his thick shaft as they could.

Then Bull moved, driving his hips upward and his cock against him. It was so close to being fucked by him it made Malcolm a little dizzy, his head swimming at the idea of being forced to take that monster right then and there.

“That feel good?” Bull asked.

Malcolm moaned and nodded as best he could without releasing his latch. He planted his knees more firmly on the mattress on either side of Bull’s waist and arched his low back, trying to give them both the most pleasure. The next time Bull drove his hips upward, the head of his cock rubbed right over Malcolm’s hole,the firm push against his tight entrance stealing his breath for a second.

Malcolm ground his dick against Bull more firmly, digging his fingers into Bull’s back and his own ass where his hand was trapped under Bull’s still. He was so damn close.

“So perfect and greedy,” Bull growled, his hold on the back of Malcolm’s head tightening. “Rub yourself against me. Make yourself come all over me, baby.”

Sucking a little harder, Malcolm whimpered and did it, humping against Bull’s belly with an animalistic intensity. His frantic humping made it too difficult for Bull to keep himself between his cheeks at the same time, their movements too off rhythm.

Malcolm grunted in annoyance, but before he could lose his momentum, Bull dragged his hand up to his mouth and sucked his middle finger inside that wet heat. His balls tightened as Bull sucked hard, then licked over the length several times.

Forcing his eyes open, he found Bull staring right at him. He pulled Malcolm’s finger out of his mouth slowly and pressed a chaste kiss to the tip. “Rub your needy little hole with that. I want to watch you touch yourself for me.”

Malcolm’s lips loosened on Bull’s pec as his face heated, half-embarrassed, half so aroused he thought he’d combust.

Bull gave him a stern look and gripped his hair, a lick of pain shooting down Malcolm’s spine. “I didn’t tell you to stop sucking.”

Overwhelmed and so turned on he was pretty sure his insides were going to melt, he latched back on, unable to look away from Bull’s face as he reached back and found his asshole withthe pad of his finger. His cheeks were flaming as he rubbed gently at the furled skin, but he was disappointed that it didn’t feel as good as when Bull did it, like he wasn’t as sensitive when it was his own touch.

“Good,” Bull said, grabbing a cheek and pulling Malcolm’s ass apart. “You’re so sexy like this.”

He whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut as he rubbed harder, entranced at the way he couldfeelhis body loosening, ready for something to push inside.

“My perfect baby boy,” Bull whispered, then in a harder voice, “Now, thrust your cock against me. That’s it. Just like that. Keep rubbing that needy little hole.”

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