SWAT Ed: Fox & Bull (Nothing Special 8)

“I could lick on your body all day and still not have enough,” Fox declared, meaning every word.

He drove Bull crazy for a few, agonizing minutes, edging his orgasm to the surface, only to tease it before he made it retreat again, and again, until Bull was cursing and gripping the back of Fox’s neck. He let Bull ease out of his mouth, then stroked the slick shaft in his hand. He and Bull made eye contact for the first time that morning through sleepy, lust-laced eyes, and no words needed to be spoken as they stared affectionately at each other.

Bull’s dick leaked against his belly while he touched his big hand to Fox’s jaw, his thumb grazing along his lips. His cowboy’s dark eyes said it all, and Fox inched higher, responding to his needs. He placed each palm flat on the bed, caging in Bull’s hips. With their gazes locked, Fox dragged the flat of his tongue from the base of Bull’s cock to the tip.

Bull bowed off the bed, gritting his teeth. “Goddamn you. C’mere,” he demanded as he grabbed Fox around his waist and flipped him upside down like it wasn’t shit. He rolled them onto their sides, maneuvering them into a sexy as fuck inverted entanglement that positioned Fox’s face against Bull’s cock. But before he could get that thick head back inside his mouth, Bull swiped a searing path of damp heat across his hole.

“Ah, fuuuck,” Fox howled into the mattress.

Bull ravaged him mercilessly, making Fox moan as though they were in Bull’s loft over the barn instead of in the house with his family asleep down the hall. God, he was so close already. Bull had a wet finger deep inside him and Fox’s cock wedged down his throat. He wished he had more stamina, but he wasn’t embarrassed that it’d taken him less than two minutes. But there was no fighting it. Maybe it was the insane bolts of ecstasy tearing through his body, maybe it was the kinkiness of their position that had him so turned on he couldn’t focus, or it could’ve just been the power of their connection that when combined with such intense passion, there would always be only one end result.

Fox’s thighs tensed, his balls pulsing against Bull’s palm while he fucked his ass with two thick fingers and swallowed around his dick. Fox massaged Bull’s ass as he clamped his mouth around his shaft, trying to match his rhythm. He was unable to concentrate on one sexy act, when the other was making his back arch and his skin burn.

The simultaneous pleasure was mind-numbing as he exploded inside Bull’s mouth with zero notice. It’d hit so hard and fast that there’d been no time. Fox wasn’t warned before Bull jerked hard, then came on his tongue, groaning long and low between Fox’s legs as each burst of his warm seed coated the back of Fox’s throat.

They stayed in their provocative position while they caught their breath, which ended up taking quite some time. Neither of them destroyed the serenity of their Sunday morning silence with a bunch of unnecessary talking. Fox didn’t want to wake up and discuss last night. Matter of fact, he just wanted to put the entire mess to the back of his mind and enjoy his life-altering decision. And thankfully Bull wasn’t trying to force him either way. Even when Fox’s phone vibrated three times with missed calls, Bull simply gazed into Fox’s eyes—just being there.

Bull met Fox at the top of the stairs where he was standing and listening to Amelia and his father’s laughs filtering from the kitchen. “Hey.” Bull slid his arm around Fox’s shoulder and curled him into his side. He didn’t think he’d ever tire of touching this man. “What’s wrong? You look constipated.”

“I’m not going down there.” Fox shook his head adamantly. “They know, Bull… how can they not?”

Bull laughed, and Fox shushed him as if they weren’t supposed to be there. “I can’t believe you’re still on this. Come on, I’m starving, and I’m late.”

“Amelia doesn’t cook on Sundays. Tell her and your dad that we’re eating at the diner and we’ll see them for dinner.” Fox chewed on his nail, then added, “Maybe… no… tell ’em we might eat dinner there too.”

Bull laughed loudly, enjoying the butterflies partying in his chest. “Fox, they didn’t hear us.”

“Yes, they did,” he hissed. “You were too loud.”

Bull snapped his head back. “Me?”

“Yes.”

He grabbed Fox’s hand and began to tug him downstairs. “I don’t have time to go into town and eat. I need to help with stringing all of these lights around the property for the Mother’s Day carriage rides.”

“I know, Marcy already ordered me to work with Rid and his guys on the north field.” Fox slumped. “I’ll sneak out the front door. Grab me a tall thermos of black coffee and a couple bananas and I’ll be good until lunch.”