Page 68 of Bull's Boy

They both already knew the answer to that, but Malcolm pretended to think about it, tapping his chin with his forefinger. “I guess there’s no harm in trying.”

Bull laughed, low and rumbly. It cascaded over Malcolm’s skin, settling deep in his bones.

“Let’s see how sensitive,” Bull said and lowered his head, licking up the seam of Malcolm’s sack and then sucking one of his balls into his mouth.

Malcolm moaned and tugged at his own hair with one hand, cradling the back of Bull’s head with the other. Bull was thorough, carefully licking and sucking each one, then moving to his groin, nuzzling and kissing the freshly exposed skin. He ignored Malcolm’s dick as it grew harder, beginning to throb.

“Let’s take a peek back here,” Bull said conversationally, like he wasn’t taking Malcolm apart with his mouth. He cupped Malcolm’s cheeks and spread his ass wide. “Completely smooth, even here.” He glanced up his body, his eyes full of liquid heat. “I love both ways, but this is really sexy.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Malcolm said, chest heaving. “I did it for you.”

Bull sucked in a breath through his teeth, his fingers tightening in the flesh of Malcolm’s ass. “You did this for me?”

Malcolm nodded, grazing his fingers over Bull’s short, stubbly hair, tracing one of his thick eyebrows, then scratching at the short beard he was growing. “Yes, Daddy, though I’m definitely enjoying it too.”

Bull turned fucking feral, diving down and burying his face between Malcolm’s cheeks.

“Oh,fuck,” Malcolm hissed, one of his legs kicking out wildly and nearly nailing Bull in the shoulder.

His boyfriend didn’t even notice.

He licked every inch of sensitive skin, making soft, appreciative sounds as he made Malcolm into a damn meal. Well, everywhere except for the spot where Malcolm needed him most. His holeachedto be filled.

Whining, Malcolm pushed at his head, trying to get what he desperately needed.

“Such a slut for my tongue in your ass these days, aren’t you, baby boy?” Bull said, chuckling.

Heat shot through him, and he grabbed Bull’s head with both hands, spreading his legs as wide as they’d go. “God, yes. Love your tongue, Daddy.”

It was true too. He didn’t know how he’d gone so long without knowing how much he loved having his ass played with, and now he doubted he could survive without Bull licking or fingering him at least once a day.

He’dgladlywear the name slut because it was just plain facts now.

Bull moved away from his ass though, shifting forward to suck the tip of Malcolm’s throbbing dick into his mouth. Fuck, that was good too. He moaned and arched off the bed, wanting deeper in that wet heat, and slipped one of his hands under Bull. Just as he started pushing two of his fingers past his tight rim—the burn extra intense without any lube, and yet he somehow loved it even more—Bull jerked his head up and grabbed his wrist, halting his progress.

“Not so fast,” Bull said, then winked and pulled the tips of his fingers back out.

“No,” Malcolm moaned, thrashing against the bedding. “I need it. Please, Daddy!”

“Whatever my good boy needs,” Bull murmured, and then he was there, giving Malcolm’s hole a sloppy kiss, fluttering his tongue over all the wonderful nerve endings.

The room was filled with Malcolm’s panting, gasping groans and the wet sounds of Bull’s mouth on his skin. It ratcheted up the growing buzz of anticipation under his skin, but it still wasn’t enough.

Bull laughed and scraped his bristly cheeks against the insides of Malcolm’s cleft, where the thin skin was hypersensitive, and scratching just a hair shy of too hard.

Malcolm’s back bowed off the bed, and he keened, grabbing at Bull’s ears and pushing him harder against him, past caring about being gentle. “Daddy, please,” he begged, needing Bull’s tongue or fingers orsomethinginside him before he died of frustration.

“You always ask so nicely,” Bull said, humor thick in his voice, and licked from his tailbone to his sack. “Such a good boy.”

The tip of his tongue pushed at the center of his hole, forcing its way past the furled muscle and wiggling, lighting Malcolm up from the inside out.

“Yes,” he moaned, rocking his hips, trying to take more.

Bull pressed his cheeks as wide as they would go, stretching the skin, and shoved his face against Malcolm so hard he was prettysure there’d be an imprint. He thrust his tongue in and out, sucking at his rim as it began to loosen, letting him go farther.

Just when Malcolm thought he really would lose his mind, Bull raised his head.

“What? Noooo. Go back,” Malcolm pleaded, trying to pull Bull back down.

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