Chapter 7 #2
When he didn’t say anything else—or run from the car in disgust—Bull slipped his hand to the back of Malcolm’s head and applied the slightest pressure, prompting him. “Let me feel that perfect fucking mouth again first, then I’ll paint your gorgeous face.”
“ Bull ,” Malcolm whimpered, but he didn’t say anything else or resist the light touch urging him downward. He fell back onto Bull’s lap with an eagerness that made sweat drip down Bull’s spine.
As soon as his lips wrapped around the end of Bull’s cock again, he groaned, letting him hear how good he was making him feel. “That’s it, baby boy. Get it nice and wet.”
Malcolm moaned, some of his spit dripping down to Bull’s tight balls, and he shivered.
He loved sloppy blowjobs, loved how good it felt when the person let go of trying to look hot and just worked to get him off.
Eyes rolling back, he tightened his hold on Malcolm’s hair and ass, helping him find a fast rhythm as he bobbed up and down.
“ Yes . Fuck yes. I could live in this mouth,” he groaned, toes curling in his boots as he fought off finishing. He wanted to live in this moment for as long as possible; he wasn’t ready for it to be over. But he also needed to come so fucking bad. “Take as much as you can— oh fuck !”
Malcolm lifted his head, coughing and taking a few quick breaths. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, baby boy.” He could barely see straight, petting Malcolm’s ass to reassure him and pushing his hair back to see more of his face. “You gagging on my cock is hot as shit. I nearly came.”
Tilting his head, he glanced up at Bull, smiling a little. “It’s not a mood-killing reminder I don’t really know what I’m doing?”
Bull pushed Malcolm’s face back toward his dark red head with a little more force than before. “Fuck no. You don’t have to do it again, but it was hot. Trust me.”
Malcolm hummed thoughtfully and then stuck his tongue out, licking up the whole length of Bull’s shaft before popping the tip back into his mouth.
Bull gritted his teeth, doing his best not to be too aggressive as he guided Malcolm’s movements.
The wet sounds rang in his ears, adding to the momentum building inside him.
“Stroke the rest, nice and fast,” he managed to say. “Get me right to the edge, baby.”
His fist immediately sped up, shuttling up and down and twisting to touch as much as possible. The combination was exactly what Bull needed, rushing him toward the end.
“Perfect. You’re so fucking perfect. You’re so good at this I’m going to come embarrassingly fast.” He groaned, hips twitching as he tried to time things just right while his damn brains were getting scrambled in his skull.
Malcolm moaned, the fingers on Bull’s thigh digging in, the ones on his cock tightening almost to the point of pain.
That was all he could take.
“Shit, shit, shit.” He gasped for breath as he yanked Malcolm’s mouth off him and then switched hands so he could hold him in place by his hair while he jerked himself over the finish line.
He wrapped his hand right over Malcolm’s so much smaller one and picked up the pace of their strokes. “Stay right there, baby.”
Grunting, he started to come, seed shooting from him. Malcolm’s head blocked most of the view, the tight space between Bull and the steering wheel not offering much room to maneuver. It didn’t matter though—he’d get to see the end result.
He tightened his grip, stroking himself a few more times and squeezing out every last drop he could, then swiped the tip against Malcolm’s cheek. Chest heaving, he slumped back against his seat and let his arms drop. “Let me see, baby. Sit up for me.”
For a second, Malcolm didn’t move, then he planted both hands on Bull’s thighs and pushed himself upright. Come was dripping off his lashes, with more smeared on his cheeks and a sexy dollop on his lower lip.
“ Fuck .” He cupped the sides of Malcolm’s face and swiped his thumbs back and forth, rubbing his seed into his skin. “You look so sexy. This sight is burned in my brain.”
Malcolm nodded shakily, slipping free from Bull’s light hold and moving back to his own seat. His eyes were a little too wide, mouth open as he tried to catch his breath.
Bull furrowed his brows. “Are you okay?”
Malcolm didn’t respond, just glanced around the truck’s cab like he was searching for something.
“Malcolm?”
His head jerked up, and he zeroed in on Bull. “Yeah?”
His voice was all wrong. Not the sweet, surprised tone he used when he couldn’t believe Bull was calling him gorgeous or the shy, flirty one Bull had been gifted a few times. That single word was said flatly, without any intonation.
“What’s going on, baby?” He wanted to reach for him again, maybe pull him fully into his lap and give him a hug, but he could tell his touch wouldn’t be welcomed. “What can I do?”
Malcolm shook his head, eyes dropping to Bull’s crotch and then away again.
Glancing down, Bull realized his cock was still half-hard, its length and weight pulling it straight out from his body like a third fucking leg between his other two.
Old insecurities bubbling up, he quickly tucked himself back into his underwear, arching his hips to tug his jeans back into place.
He was still struggling to get redressed when the passenger door popped open.
Malcolm was gone before he could do anything but glance up, the cool night air whisking in and smothering any good feelings he had left. What the fuck had he just done? Why had he gone along with things? He knew it would end like shit. He knew Malcolm didn’t really want him.
Fuck.
Scrubbing at his face, he turned off his truck and shoved open his own door, checking the street as he prowled around to close the passenger side.
Malcolm’s taillights were already at the corner, his blinker flashing too fast and making Bull frown.
Did he know that meant a bulb was burned out or was about to be?
Did he know how to replace it so he didn’t pay an arm and a leg at a shitty body shop?
He slammed the truck door shut and shook his head.
Stop . Malcolm wasn’t his to look after.
No matter what had just happened, Malcolm’s response made it crystal clear he already regretted it.
For whatever reason, he’d gotten caught up in the moment or felt like he owed Bull something for being nice to him.
Whatever it was, he should have fucking known better.
His house was silent, the low light over his kitchen sink the only one illuminating the open space.
For once, he was grateful. The last thing he wanted was to catch sight of himself in a mirror or some other reflective surface.
His stomach was churning, thoughts racing as he tried to figure out how to fix what he’d just broken.
Grabbing a bottle of water, he chugged half, then pulled out his phone.
Bull
I just got a confusing blowjob.
Even though it was late, he knew his brother was probably still awake. The man was a total night owl, stemming from years of insomnia. Sure enough, Marv texted back almost immediately.
Marv
Idk what that means.
Neither did he.
Bull
I fucked up. Malcolm must have thought he owed me something? I don’t know. I thought he was into it but then afterward he bolted.
Hopefully, he didn’t quit. He knew Malcolm needed the job and the higher-than-average wages they paid at Bo’s even before tips. Maybe he should say something to Dahlia, let her know Malcolm was freaking out and needed a friend.
Fuck, no. She was out of town for the weekend.
He banged his head against the fridge, wishing he could go back and say no when Malcolm asked him to take his fucking dick out of his pants and show it to him.
At least… he should want that. Groaning, he stood upright and drank the rest of his water.
Because he was a terrible, terrible man, he didn’t wish that at all.
He couldn’t force himself to regret what had happened. Not when he got to have the memory of Malcolm moaning around his cock like he truly liked blowing him.
A soft thump drew his eyes to the sliding glass door. He hadn’t seen the cat he’d fed in days, so he’d assumed she’d found her way back home. Or at least hoped that was what had happened. The idea she may not have come back because she’d been hurt—or worse—had been too much for him to contemplate.
Striding over, he glanced at his phone as he reached for the outside light switch.
Marv
Give me twenty minutes and I’ll be there. Need me to bring beer?
He flicked on the light and stared at the familiar furry face… and the three tiny ones surrounding her. Two mini versions of her and one a gorgeous all-white fluffball.
Bull
I have beer. But I need a pet carrier. Or maybe two. And the number to the best vet in the area.
Marv
WHAT