Chapter 6 #2
Bull narrowed his eyes. “Yes. And screw anyone who made you doubt it.”
Heart racing, Malcolm wet his lips and leaned a little closer.
No one had ever said anything like that to him.
If he was lucky, women called him adorable or cute—but never gorgeous.
And none of them had ever looked at him with the fierce intensity that Bull was or made his hands sweat and the skin on the back of his neck tingle.
“Thank you.” The words felt inadequate.
Bull nodded once and cleared his throat. “It’s the truth. You don’t have to thank me.”
God… he was about to do something incredibly rash.
A voice in his head warned him he might regret it come morning, but it didn’t stop him.
Not after the way Bull had terrified his brother.
Not after he’d driven him home without prying.
And not after he’d found him upset and offered him the perfect antidote, then kept an eye on him all evening.
Bull made him feel good .
He wanted to do the same for him.
Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.
Slowly, he extended one hand and lightly placed it on Bull’s chest between his two massive pecs. He could feel his thudding heart and the way Bull straightened his spine but didn’t push him away.
“Malcolm—”
“Am I making you uncomfortable?”
“Parts of me,” Bull grunted and shifted his hips the tiniest bit.
The implication made Malcolm flush and press his fingers a little harder into Bull’s chest. He was barely even touching him, and Bull was already reacting to him? The knowledge made his own cock begin to thicken.
“But do you want me to stop?”
“I don’t know what you’re doing…”
“Me either,” he admitted softly, glancing up and finding Bull’s eyes locked on his face. Holding his gaze, he slid his hand downward at a snail’s pace. Giving them both plenty of time to say stop .
When he reached Bull’s thick midsection, he dropped his eyes, staring at his pale skin trailing down Bull’s navy blue shirt, between the parted sides of his brown leather jacket.
He finally understood what it meant to have an out-of-body experience. He felt like he was floating, not in control of what he was watching, and yet could feel how soft his T-shirt was and the way Bull’s stomach twitched under his fingertips.
When he hit the button of Bull’s jeans, he slammed back into his body and sucked in a ragged breath. This was it. If he kept going, things would never be the same between them. Hell, even if he stopped, they wouldn’t be, but it’d be different if he kept going.
Because… he was pretty sure he was going to touch another man’s dick.
Except he seemed to be losing steam as he fingered the top of Bull’s pants through his shirt but didn’t tug it up.
The longer he hesitated, the more awkward he started to feel.
He always did this—not that he’d hooked up with a lot of women.
He’d initiate things and then get in his head or worry he wasn’t doing something right, and the mood would go downhill fast.
Not this time. He hadn’t changed his mind; he just needed… help. Unlike with the women who always seemed to want him to take the lead, he felt like he could follow Bull’s.
If he could figure out how to ask.
Sucking in a shaky breath, Bull spoke before he could. “You don’t owe me anything, Malcolm.”
His voice was so deep it rumbled through the air between them, filling up all the space and rippling over Malcolm’s exposed skin. Good god, how was he reacting this strongly to another man when he’d never even looked at one twice before?
He shoved that thought away for another time. He could have a little freak-out later when Dahlia was there to pat his head and call him a dumbass.
“I know,” he reassured Bull. While he did want to make Bull feel good, he didn’t feel like he had to in exchange for the kindness he’d shown him.
He wasn’t sure how to explain that without it potentially coming out wrong and ruining the mood.
Instead, he decided to try and move things along. “Will… will you take it out?”
Bull groaned and grabbed Malcolm’s wrist, his hand huge and so strong compared to his. His gut tightened at the sight, his mind flashing to other scenarios where Bull held his wrists.
“ Malcolm .” Bull sounded like he was in pain, gritting out his name between his teeth.
Swallowing, Malcolm held his eyes, trying to project confidence. “Please, Bull?”
“Jesus Christ,” he grunted as he let go of Malcolm’s arm and made quick work of his button, pushing his hips up to get better access.
Malcolm pulled back and watched, breaths sawing in and out of his parted lips.
He made a soft sound when Bull tugged his shirt up out of the way, exposing several inches of hard, hairy belly.
He had the strongest urge to lean forward and nuzzle his face there but didn’t want to lose focus on what he was trying to accomplish.
The sound of Bull’s zipper lowering was jarring in the quiet truck, making him gasp, but he couldn’t look away.
Was Ollie’s source right?
He leaned closer to peek at where Bull’s jeans were gaping open, exposing a dark cavern… and a bulge. Holy shit. That was another guy’s dick. Bull tugged his jeans down, revealing more of his underwear, and then settled back in his seat.
“Doing okay?”
His voice startled Malcolm, and when he tipped his face up, he got caught in Bull’s dark brown eyes that looked black in the dim lighting. “What?”
“Do you want me to keep going?”
Did he? He was about to come face-to-face with another man’s cock for the first time. Was he sure? Could he really go through with it?
Could he handle the what-if if he didn’t?
He studied Bull’s wide, handsome face.
Licking his bottom lip, Malcolm murmured, “Tell me I’m gorgeous again.”
“You are,” he said without hesitation, his voice little more than a growl vibrating around them.
He gently cupped Malcolm’s cheek with one of his giant hands, the skin rough and so warm it sank right into Malcolm’s bloodstream. His eyes fluttered at the unexpected pleasure of the touch, working harder than before to focus when Bull brushed his thumb just under his bottom lip.
“You are gorgeous and sweet and absolute perfection.”
Malcolm made a soft, broken sound.
He wasn’t. How could Bull think…
Bull’s eyes darkened, his thumb and forefinger gripping his chin, holding his eyes. “Such a perfect, pretty boy.”
“ Oh .”
That… that was really nice. Warmth spread across his cheeks and through his chest, down to his fingertips. He reached out blindly, needing to catch hold of something, and found Bull’s thigh. Thick, warm, and sturdy.
“Fuck. You like that, don’t you? You want to be my pretty boy.”
“ Bull .”
“Shh.” Bull’s rough, calloused thumb smoothed over his lips, making his whole mouth tingle. “Don’t worry, baby.”
Oh god. Heat flushed through him with an edge of embarrassment. No one had ever called him that, not the way Bull did. Not in a way that made him feel small and soft… and precious.
But dear lord did he like it.
He glanced away, overwhelmed but needy for more, and pursed his lips, pressing a kiss to the pad of Bull’s thumb. When he forced himself to look, Bull was staring at his mouth with open hunger, running his teeth over his bottom lip. And that… that made him feel powerful .
“Show it to me,” he said softly, tugging free of Bull’s gentle hold and focusing on his lap. It was too dark to see much detail, but he needed to know. Needed to see. Needed to give Bull something he’d never even considered giving to another person.
Cursing under his breath, Bull hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and tugged.
Malcolm’s jaw dropped.
Ollie’s source had been right, alright. The man was enormous .
“That’s…” He wasn’t sure what he’d been going to say. His brain was shorting out at the sight of Bull’s dick. He was thick, with a large, plum-shaped head, and a solid ten inches.
How did that thing fit anywhere?
Bull moved one of his hands to cover part of his shaft as he cleared his throat, and Malcolm glanced up at him, confused, and then was surprised to find Bull looking embarrassed, maybe even a little uncomfortable.
“What’s wrong?”
He scratched at his jaw and glanced away. “I know I’m too big…”
Too big? Did he really think that? As stunned as Malcolm was, that was already wearing off. Instead, a fervent curiosity was filling him. What would he feel like? Would it be weird to touch another man like that? What would he taste like?
“You’re not too big,” he said with a confidence he pulled out of thin air.
Bull raised his brows.
“I’m serious. I was surprised, yeah, but I still want to touch it. Is that okay?”
For a second, Bull just stared at him, eyes wide, before coughing lightly and moving his hand out of the way. “Yeah, baby boy. You can do whatever you want.”
He bit his lip to hold back a whimper. Baby boy was even better than baby somehow.
Ducking his head, he tentatively ran one finger down the side of Bull’s veiny shaft. Smooth. Hot. Sexy in a way he’d never imagined. When he wrapped his hand around Bull’s shaft and it throbbed in his grip, he made a soft noise and came to the sudden realization he was rock hard in his own jeans.
So he was officially at least bi-curious, then.
Good to know.
Bull grunted when Malcolm gave him an experimental squeeze and a slow stroke. He glanced back up at Bull’s face and found his head tipped back, eyes squeezed shut.
He’d done that. Malcolm. The guy who’d been ghosted in the middle of his last date. Who’d been broken up with countless times for not being tall enough, or manly enough, or whatever excuse they came up with, but could they still be friends?
He’d turned Bull on before he’d even touched him, making his gigantic dick hard just by asking to see it, and then he’d given him pleasure with a single stroke.
It felt heady in a way he could definitely get used to. He felt powerful. Seductive. Sexy.
Bull’s obvious arousal and the fact that Malcolm had caused it was ratcheting up his own at a surprising rate. Well, probably no more surprising than anything else that had happened in the last fifteen minutes.
Or what he was about to do if he could muster up the rest of his courage.