Chapter 12 #3
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, but fuck , 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 with the 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 could feel his 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.”
Malcolm whimpered and dragged his finger over himself harder.
“Feels so good, doesn’t it? Imagine how good it’s going to feel when it’s forced open around my tongue and fingers.”
He had to know.
Swallowing thickly, he pushed against his softened opening and breached his hole for the first time in his life.
He cried out around Bull’s pec, his whole ass lighting up with a new kind of pleasure that was so big and unexpected it destroyed him.
Rutting against Bull, his cock erupted on his furry belly, his ass locking down on his finger.
His heart pounded in his ears, all his muscles spasming.
He pulled free of his ass and grunted as his balls tightened and forced a little more come from his aching shaft.
Splayed on top of Bull, he tried to catch his breath, his sharp, quick gasps not seeming to fill his lungs for several long moments.
“Good boy,” Bull murmured, carding his fingers through his hair. “That was perfect.”
“It was…” he croaked, lips brushing against the warm metal of Bull’s piercing. “I don’t think I’ve ever…”
He didn’t even know what he was trying to say, his brains so scrambled.
That he’d never stuck his own finger in his ass before?
He was pretty sure that was obvious. That he’d never come so hard before?
He was pretty sure no one in the history of the world had and that he’d lost a few brain cells in the process.
That he’d never sucked on another man’s chest while he humped him?
Jesus, he couldn’t say that . He could barely think about how he’d latched on and not let go without flushing with embarrassment.
He got lost in his head for a moment, letting Bull’s gentle touches to his hair and thigh ease him down from a life-changing orgasm.
Oh shit.
Jerking his head up, he peered over his shoulder. “You didn’t come.”
“Not yet,” Bull said, tightening his hold on Malcolm’s hair and forcing his head around, drawing him in for a deep, wet kiss that had his toes curling against the rumpled bedsheets.
His head was still spinning when Bull picked him up and gently moved him to the side so he could spread out on the cool sheets instead of Bull’s warm skin. He shivered, but then heat seeped into his back as Bull crawled on top of him, his enormous body engulfing Malcolm in the scent of sex.
“What do you want me to do?” Malcolm asked, glancing back at Bull and shivering as he lined his cock up between Malcolm’s cheeks once more.
He felt more sensitive, his hole aching in a way he wasn’t familiar with, like now that it had had something inside it, even just the tip of his finger, it was hungry for more.
But Bull’s dick was a lot fucking bigger than one of Malcolm’s fingers.
“Nothing, baby,” Bull growled, shifting Malcolm’s hips and moving his lax body exactly how he wanted him. “You just lie there and let me use this sexy little ass to come.”
Malcolm moaned, grasping at the bedsheets and arching his back. “Okay, yes, please do that.”
Bull pressed on the outside of his ass, making the channel he was fucking into as tight as possible and Malcolm could feel everything. Every time the head of his cock popped out the top, Bull grunted and dragged it back.
His whole body buzzing, Malcolm watched him through half-lidded eyes.
“Are you imagining me pushing this big dick inside you, baby boy?”
“Yes,” he moaned out, gripping at the sheets. That was exactly what he was imagining. The position, the way Bull held him up for his use, it was doing things to Malcolm’s insides, convincing him he could handle that cock driving inside him.
“Me too,” Bull grunted, his hips speeding up. “You’re going to be so fucking tight. It’ll be perfect. When you’re ready, I’ll prep this ass so well you’ll be begging me to take you.”
“Fuck, Bull…” He clenched his ass, pretty sure the imprint of Bull’s dick was going to be left behind between his cheeks.
“But I can wait. However long it takes,” Bull said between gritted teeth. “You know why?”
Malcolm shook his head, his dick somehow already starting to get hard again.
“Because I know I won’t just be your first. I’m going to be your last, baby boy.”
Wet heat began to fill the space between his cheeks, slicking up the channel even more as Bull’s thrusts stuttered and then stalled out, his head thrown back on a loud moan, jaw tight.
Fuck, he was beautiful.
Bull didn’t move for a long minute, his huge chest heaving, and then he dropped his chin and stared at Malcolm with a look that made him shiver. Hands gentle now, he lowered Malcolm’s hips to the bed, then used one hand to spread him open once more.
He didn’t say or do anything else, just stared at Malcolm’s come-smeared ass before cursing softly. “You look fucking good covered in my seed, baby.”
For some reason, his face heated at the word seed . It was so… base. Primitive.
Hot.
Malcolm sucked in a breath when Bull dragged a finger down his cleft, pausing to pet against his sensitive hole, but he didn’t push inside. It took him a few seconds to realize Bull was collecting his come and rubbing it against his entrance.
Heat shot through him, and he was tugging one of his legs up to open himself more before he fully understood. “Do it,” he whispered, face half-buried in the rumpled bedding.
“Baby…” Bull groaned, his finger pressing at the opening without breaching him.
An ache began to build inside him, a need he didn’t fully understand. “Please. Push it inside me.”
“ Fuck ,” Bull snarled.
Malcolm’s mouth dropped open as his body gave way to one of Bull’s thick fingers. There was a hint of pain as he stretched to accommodate him, but it mostly just felt overwhelmingly good .
“Yes,” he hissed, arching his back and pushing his ass out, forcing that finger deeper. God, he was already so full. How could Bull’s cock fit inside him?
Bull bent down and licked up one of his ass cheeks as he curled his finger inside Malcolm, and starbursts exploded behind his eyes. His body tensed as another smaller orgasm ripped through him unexpectedly.
Panting, he slumped back down onto the bed. “Holy shit.”
Bull chuckled lightly and carefully drew his finger out. “You okay?”
“More than okay. That was…” He didn’t have words, again. Finally, he settled on, “Thank you…”
The name he wanted to call Bull was on the tip of his tongue, that title he’d heard some of the guys at the clubhouse use for their partners. It was right there, but he held it back.
Was he really the type of guy to call another man Daddy ? A man he’d only been fooling around with for a couple of days?
But as Bull settled down next to him, pulling Malcolm’s body over so he was half on top of him and whispering a quiet “You’re welcome, baby boy,” he couldn’t help but think maybe he was.
At least when it came to this man.