Chapter 17 #2
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 hole ached to 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’d gladly wear 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 or something inside 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 pretty sure 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.
Bull wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand and pushed up onto his knees.
“You want something more to fill you up, baby boy?” he asked, voice guttural as he started to shuffle back on the bed.
His huge cock swayed with his movements, drawing Malcolm’s attention to it. “How about that tentacle one again?”
“No,” Malcolm said, panting and pushing himself up onto his elbows. He kept his gaze on Bull’s dark-red dick, clenching his ass instinctively. “I just want you. All of you.”
Bull froze on the edge of the bed. “Are you sure?”
He nodded quickly. He’d been ready, probably for a couple of weeks, but the two of them had been having too much fun playing.
First with his training set of plugs, then the vibrating one, and then Bull had started getting dildos of all shapes and sizes.
The tentacle one was the latest purchase, and Malcolm loved it.
It felt amazing, all the grooves and ridges catching and pulling on his rim deliciously.
But his daddy had been patient long enough. This was something they both craved. It was time for Malcolm to face the tiny tendril of apprehension still left about being able to take his whole monster-sized cock and just do it.
“If this is about the key,” Bull asked as he knee-walked back between Malcolm’s legs, placing his hands on his thighs, “you don’t owe me anything for that.”
Malcolm chuckled, wondering if Bull somehow knew he’d had a mini crisis earlier out on the porch about it. “No, this isn’t payment for giving me a copy of your house key. I promise I’m ready. Fuck me, Daddy.”
Bull made a sort of groaning, growly sound deep in his chest, diving across Malcolm to grab the lube from under his pillow and slicking up his fingers. Holding Malcolm’s eyes, he forced two of his thick fingers inside him at once. The stretch and burn, now so familiar, still took his breath away.
He tipped his head back and moaned, trembling as Bull touched all the best spots inside him before rubbing at his swollen prostate. In and out at a slow and steady pace. His gaze stayed locked on Malcolm’s face. His dick drooled against his stomach, his breaths coming in quick pants.
“More,” Malcolm gasped out, pulling his legs up and grabbing the back of his knees.
“You’re so fucking greedy for it, aren’t you, baby boy?” Bull said, pulling his fingers out and then working in three at once. “This hole was made for my cock and won’t be happy until the whole thing is stuffed inside.”
Malcolm nodded and took a few deep breaths, focusing on relaxing, knowing he needed all the prep he could get before Bull shoved his fat dick inside him. But God, he wanted it. He wanted to be gaping open afterward, wet with come and swollen from being used so perfectly.
Once he’d worked all three fingers fully inside him, Bull held still, giving Malcolm a moment to get used to the feeling of fullness. Then, slowly, carefully, with his eyes studying Malcolm the whole time, he spread his fingers apart and pulled them back out.
The pain was minimal. The white-hot pleasure was overwhelming .
“Yes. God, yes,” Malcolm moaned, eyes falling shut so he could just feel his body giving way to the immense pressure as Bull did the whole thing again.
After the third time, he swirled the tips of his fingers in a circle just past his rim, and Malcolm mewled softly, a delectable flash of electricity jolting through him.
Then Bull slapped his hole.
The sharp pain, brief but unexpected, made him twitch and moan brokenly.
“Open your eyes, baby,” Bull said, a ragged edge to his voice. “Watch me wreck this slutty little hole.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He peeled his lids apart to stare down his body at his big, hulking boyfriend kneeling between his legs, stroking his huge cock.
It glistened in the low lamplight as he smeared lube down his thick, veiny shaft.
Malcolm’s belly clenched at the sight, and he shoved away that tiny kernel of fear.
He could do this. They’d been training his ass for over a month.
Tensing his ab muscles, he released his legs and grabbed his cheeks, pulling himself apart. “Wreck me, Daddy.”
Bull pressed the tip of his meaty cock against Malcolm’s entrance and pushed. The pressure from his wide, plum-shaped head was immense, and when it popped past his rim, the burn was delicious, a shudder working down Malcolm’s body.
Bull grunted and held still, taking a few unsteady breaths. “Okay, baby boy?”
“Yes,” Malcolm hissed, digging his fingers into his cheeks. “Make me take it, Daddy.”
Teeth clenching and eyes flaring wide, Bull drove his hips forward, sinking half of his length into Malcolm’s body for the first time. It almost felt like he would be ripped in half but in the best way .
Gasping, his hands fluttered for purchase, grabbing onto Bull’s biceps as he leaned forward and planted his fists on either side of Malcolm’s shoulders.
Staring into each other’s eyes, Bull pulled partway out, the delicious slide tearing a moan from Malcolm’s lax lips, and then he shoved forward again.
He did it over and over, his pace quickening until his groin finally slapped against Malcolm’s ass, and he was fully seated inside him.
“God, I think you really are going to rearrange my guts,” Malcolm mumbled, his heavy-lidded gaze running over Bull’s sweat-slicked body.
Choking on a laugh, Bull shook his head with such a look of fond exasperation that Malcolm’s stomach swooped.
Bull guided one of his legs up over his shoulder, then the other.
The relaxation of his muscles now that he didn’t have to hold them in place allowed Bull’s dick to slip just a little farther inside him.
“Ready?” Bull asked.
Malcolm stared at his familiar face, his features harsh with built-up tension.
Was he ready to get dicked down by this monster cock? Definitely.
Was he ready for the silent meaning behind the key now on his keychain? Okay, yes.
Was he ready to spend the rest of his life with this man who cared for him so well, giving Malcolm everything he wanted and then some? Most likely.
Cupping Bull’s face, he traced the shell of his ear and whispered, “Ready.”
He wasn’t sure if Bull heard the unspoken promise behind that single word, but his eyes softened, a tiny smile tugging at his lips. Achingly slowly, he pulled his hips back and then pushed forward.
It was similar to how the dildos and plugs felt but so much better. The slight give, the burning heat, and just the knowledge that it was Bull inside him, not a piece of silicone, made everything that much more intense.
Carefully, Bull worked up his speed until the sound of their skin slapping together and Bull’s deep, guttural grunts filled the air around them.
Malcolm was so blissed-out, riding the waves of thrilling pleasure growing inside him, he didn’t realize he was making a soft wailing sound with each thrust until Bull said, “Fuck, you’re taking this cock so well. My perfect boy,” and he stopped to thank him.
Swimming in a pool of delirium, he was barely aware of his own body. Bull was pounding into him, making it so none of their toys would ever satisfy him again, and all Malcolm could do was beg for more.
“Please, please, please,” he slurred, touching every part of Bull’s body he could reach. He paid special attention to his nipples, playing with the shiny barbells he loved so much.
Bull grabbed one of his hands, licked across his palm, then placed it on his neglected cock. He gritted out, “Make yourself come. I want to feel you bearing down on me as you come all over yourself.”
Malcolm whined and started stroking, using the ocean of precome that had leaked all over to slick himself up.
He matched Bull’s quick, relentless pace.
Within a few minutes, he cried out, his balls drawing up sharply, and his orgasm punched out of him.
A jet of come hit the base of his throat from the force of it.
He jerked himself through it, moaning as Bull’s thrusts turned to short, sharp punches.
“So fucking gorgeous,” Bull grunted over the slick sounds of his plunging cock. Then he stilled, buried deep inside Malcolm, his face drawing tight with pleasurable pain.
For a long minute, they just panted and stared at each other, contented astonishment settling over Malcolm’s muscles. He’d done it. He’d taken every single centimeter of Bull’s dick and loved it.
Bull leaned down and kissed him, licking inside with slow, languid movements. Malcolm sighed sadly when Bull started to deflate and he carefully pulled out. Pushing up onto his knees, Bull swore softly, his eyes glued to Malcolm’s ass.
A trickle of wetness began to seep out of him, and Bull frowned, swiping up the fluid and pushing it back inside.
Malcolm was so tender he hissed but didn’t ask him to stop.
He simply let Bull continue to push his escaping come back inside him until Bull stumbled off the bed, looking about as unsteady as Malcolm felt, and pulled open the dresser drawer where all their toys were.
He came back with a mid-sized plug and held it up for Malcolm’s approval.
Sliding his teeth over his bottom lip, Malcolm nodded and then groaned as Bull forced the silicone inside him, plugging him up so his seed couldn’t escape anymore.
Bull carefully laid himself over Malcolm, licking at the streak of come that had landed on his throat before burying his face there and sighing. “That was amazing. You’re so perfect, baby boy.”
His deep voice rolled over Malcolm, soothing him just as much as the warm, heavy weight of his body did.
“You took my cock so well. You did such a good job, baby.”
The quiet, steady stream of praise filled him with a sort of soft contentment that eased him into a deep, dreamless sleep.