- 16 Gregory was Terrified
Gregory felt like he was coming out of his skin. His heart was beating so frantically he swore the bed shook with the force. He was terrified. His sexual experiences were lukewarm at best. The last few times with Arnold, those he wanted to forget. What if he disappointed Bull?
He stared up at Bull. The man’s silver hair with the slight wave fell around Bull’s face, and Bull watched him from under heavy lids. Bull’s powerful chest expanded with his sharp inhalations. He was gorgeous, and Gregory felt unattractive beside him. He wanted to suck in the roundness of his stomach. Hide from Bull’s heated gaze, but he was powerless to move.
Bull loomed over him, moved his mismatched gaze over Gregory, and he fisted his fingers in the quilt beside his hips. Being naked in front of Bull was strangely erotic with Bull still half dressed.
Bull made a sudden move to the side, and he didn’t hide his flinch in time. His face flushed with shame.
“Gregory, what did I say earlier?” Bull asked calmly.
“That you’d never put your hands on me in anger.”
“And I won’t.”
“I know, I just—”
“It’s okay. No need to explain.”
Bull’s voice was soft, caring, he closed his eyes to calm himself. He tracked Bull’s movements, listened to the glide of the nightstand drawer, and then the bed shifted.
“Open your eyes.”
He obeyed to find Bull setting a bottle of lube and a condom on the bed.
“Nothing has to happen, fuck knows I want to feel your ass around my cock, but that isn’t what this about. If it happens, it does, if not, we have all the time in the world. I just want to feel you. Make you feel good.”
Calloused hands gripped his hips, thumbs teased the edge of his pubes, and it began. Bull massaged his side and stomach, up and down, teased his hardened nipples. His breath caught at the back of his throat. It was gentle and slow as if Bull really believed there wasn’t a reason to rush.
“S’beautiful and sexy.”
Gregory opened his mouth to protest but ceased when Bull pulled back. He dropped his gaze to watch Bull work his belt loose, then popped the button on his jeans. He held his breath as Bull eased the zipper of his jeans down. A thick, dark bush with a liberal peppering of silver almost had him reaching out. He stayed still, though, he wanted to see it all. He’d imaged this moment since the day Bull almost flashed his dick when Twitch’s condom and lube prank went wrong.
Fuck, Bull pushed up and shoved the denim off his hips. The peek of the thick, dusky base gave way to expose a wide, veined shaft. It wasn’t monstrous in length, but in width, shit, that was going to hurt. He whimpered and tried to get away when the uncut head with the thick gauge ring placed vertically through the tip appeared. He whimpered and started to scoot backward.
Bull’s strong arms wrapped around his thighs and tugged him back into place.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Um, that’s as big around—”
Bull chuckled darkly and lowered onto his body. The hardness of Bull’s cock sunk into the softness of his stomach. The body warmed metal of his piercing felt off but arousing. Bull’s forearms rested beside his head and rough fingertips caught in his hair.
“You’ll love it.”
“Arrogance.”
As he said it, his nervousness eased, and his cock started to harden at the sensation of Bull’s hairy belly tickling his cock.
“Confidence, I know what my boy needs.”
He raised his hands to thread his fingers through the hair on Bull’s stomach and stroked upward until he wrapped his arms around Bull’s neck.
“I’m not a boy.”
“Compared me you are.”
“Do you have an issue with our ages?”
Bull kissed him softly, once, twice, “I did, maybe I still do.” A third kiss longer and a bit rougher stroked over his lips. “But I’ve denied this as long as I could. You’ve been in my house for months. Teasing me just by being in the same room. Sleeping a few doors down. Fuck, jerking off didn’t even take the edge off.”
“You—”
“Since the night I fucking met you. I came home that night. I needed to know what you looked like naked and in my bed. It pissed me off you belonged to someone else.”
“I thought you couldn’t stand me.”
“I wanted you more than I wanted that drink I was staring into.”
He moaned as Bull rocked against his stomach. He traced the tattooed patterns on Bull’s arms and shoulders. Teased the faint dusting on hairs on Bull’s shoulders. Everything about Bull turned him on, from his grumpy nature to his hairy body. As much as he wanted to have sex with Bull, all the times he thought about it, he was content to just be there. Bull’s massive body on top of his as they talked.
“You can have me.”
“For how long?”
“What do you mean?”
There was a hint of insecurity in Bull’s eyes. The vulnerability took him aback.
“I want this to be more than a fuck, I need it to be more. I’ve waited so fucking long. Will you give me a chance?”
“Like partners chance?”
“Exactly.”
“Yes.”
Before the word was completely out of his mouth Bull’s lips were on his and Bull rolled onto his back taking him with him.
“Take off my jeans.”
He nodded and scooted down, he curled his fingers in the soft fabric and tugged them down Bull’s thick thighs and muscular calves. He loved every inch of Bull.
“Bull,” he said as he removed Bull’s jeans and dropped them over the side of the bed.
“No, say my name.”
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Archer.”
“That’s better, now, come here.”
He crawled back up Bull’s body. He laid on top of Bull, and the kisses began, soft and gentle. One after another, no words were spoken. The only sounds in the room a cacophony of moans and groans hitched breaths.
Then an unmanly squeak as Bull pushed his slicked fingers to his hole. He clenched. He was embarrassed and hid his face, only a few hours ago he’d laid in bed fucking himself with his favorite toy along to a fantasy of Bull taking him.
“No, no hiding from me. S’good.”
A single, thick finger breached him, and he pushed back against it. Bull’s free hand were again in his hair. Kisses brushed his face, his mouth, and along his throat as Bull slowly stretched him. Bull’s pre-come hot and wet against his stomach. Bull pushed a second, then a third and Gregory whimpered and begged like a slut as he rode Bull’s fingers with languid arches and rotations of his hips.
The air conditioning kicking on cooled the sweat on his skin, goosebumps pebbled his skin. Bull whispered dirty, sweet promises between kisses that turned gentle and rough with dizzying speeds, only to turn tender again. The backs of Bull’s fingers brushed his prostate repeatedly, that and his rutting against the solid curve of Bull’s stomach had him so close.
“Bu…”
Bull growled.
“Archer, I’m gonna…”
His balls drew up tight, and his cock pulsed a painful rhythm as he pushed down onto Bull’s stomach. He rubbed harder and screamed as four fingers stretched him until his pleasure bordered on agony.
“Come for me, baby,” Bull growled beside his ear.
He arched and humped as Bull finger fucked him until the man’s hand slapped against his ass. He dropped his head and bit down on Bull’s chest, screaming around the flesh in his mouth. Nothing had ever come close to that. It was soft and gentle but so intense his head swam. He wanted more, hell, he needed more. His orgasm hadn’t even taken the edge off. Archer inside him, fucking him into the mattress was what he craved.
Bull rolled them, he felt empty without Bull’s fingers inside him. He attempted to hold tight to Bull, but the man pulled away, the tearing of a condom wrapper and the snick of the lube cap filled the room.
He looked up to find Bull’s face flushed and his features tight. The big man’s hands shook. That barely restrained need was for him. He’d done that to a man like Bull. He reached out and pushed Bull’s hands aside, he finished rolling the latex down Bull’s length. Every jerk and moan, he savored it all.
Once the barrier was in place, Bull laid on him and reached between their bodies. He felt the thick ring first, and he automatically pushed out, and they groaned in unison as Bull slowly slid inside.
“’fucking perfect.”
Bull’s words were a warm rush against his mouth. He wrapped his legs around Bull, hooked his feet over his thighs, and sighed at the incredible way Bull and he fit. He didn’t have long to ponder or analyze what it meant. Bull began a slow and gentle rhythm.
Their bodies came together, dance as seamless as the one they’d shared in the kitchen. He inhaled the scents of sex, sweat, and the subtle hint of Bull’s soap. His eyes burned at the tender kisses. The sweet words. Even though there wasn’t an inch of space between their frames, he clutched Bull closer.
Bull’s lips brushed his on every retreat and thrust.
“Need you so much. So long. Dreamed of you in my bed.”
“Archer.”
He cried out as the fat, pierced head of Bull’s cock tortured his gland in a lazy pace.
“Say it again.”
“Archer.”
“Again.”
Each time he called Bull’s real name the snap of Bull’s hips increased. He felt another orgasm building, and he forced his thighs wider and canted his hips. His eyes rolled back in his head. No one had ever loved him, plenty had fucked him, but this, this with Bull was something else. He wanted his man to lose it, to come deep inside him, yet he also didn’t want it to end.
“Come on, baby, I know you want to. Come around my cock. Do it.”
Bull’s teeth pinched his earlobe, and the slam of the other man’s hips became almost painful. Piston hard snap, pause and repeat. He dug his short nails into the tensed upward arch of Bull’s back. He dropped his feet flat to the mattress, threw his head back and screamed Bull’s name. Seed splattered his belly, and Bull froze above him.
Bull rolled his hips, grinding through his orgasm. He was so stretched around Bull’s cock he felt each pulse. Relished the sound of his name repeated in Bull’s gravelly voice. Bull collapsed on top of him, and he automatically wrapped his arms and legs around him. He wasn’t ready to let him go. Wasn’t willing to feel empty again.
They shared one more lingering kiss and Bull laid his forehead on his.
He stroked his hands lazily over Bull’s slick back. Turning his head, he kissed Bull’s shoulder, licked at the mark he’d left.
“You okay,” Bull asked.
“Perfect, but I think I need a shower.”
“You and me both, want to share?”
“Yes.”
He loathed the emptiness but savored the soreness as Bull reached between them again to hold onto the condom and slip free. The big man rolled from the bed, disposed of the condom, then Bull held out his hand. He took it and let his man help him off the bed. His legs shook, and his thighs ached, but he’d never felt better.
Before Bull led him from the room, Bull kissed him again. He could get used to being Bull’s and hoped he never had to go back to the before. Being there, he was happy, and he wanted to stay that way.