An Inner Darkness Book 5 Bay City paranormal

the sensation.
    Wanting to feel skin on skin but unwilling to let go of Bo’s cock, Sam used the arm he was lying on to wriggle his boxers down as far as he could. When the garment was out of the way he squirmed until his erection lay nestled between Bo’s buttocks. It felt wonderful, just as it always did. His cock fit perfectly in the warm, welcoming crease of Bo’s ass, and his thighs molded to Bo’s as if they were parts of one whole.
    Bo’s hand curved over Sam’s on his cock. “Sam. Please.” Realizing he’d been lying there simply holding Bo for a couple of minutes now, Sam chuckled. “Sorry.” He began stroking again, swiping the pad of his thumb across Bo’s slit just to hear Bo’s near-silent gasps when he did it.
    Letting the movement of his hand fall into a rhythm so familiar it was second nature, Sam rooted into the thick tresses pooling around Bo’s neck and breathed deep. Bo’s hair always smelled so good, fresh and clean as a spring morning. The underlying musk of sexual desire added a familiar lusty kick, the two blending into the scent Sam loved more than any other.
    Fastening his mouth to the juncture of Bo’s neck and shoulder, Sam sucked the firm flesh. A hint of salt caressed his tastebuds. He pressed his tongue flat against Bo’s skin to gather as much of the sharp flavor as he could.
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Bo shivered, his body arching against Sam’s. “Oh, God,” he whispered, thrusting into Sam’s hand. “Harder.”
    Electricity shot through Sam’s insides. He obediently tightened his fingers around Bo’s shaft and pulled harder, faster. Bo growled and pushed his ass against Sam’s groin, and fuck but it felt good. Slipping his free hand beneath Bo’s neck, Sam curled his arm around Bo’s skull. His fingers dug into the silken warmth of Bo’s hair and tugged Bo’s head back, baring his neck for gentle open-mouthed kisses. Bo moaned, the sound low and sweet. His hips rocked, forward and backward and forward again, fucking Sam’s hand and rubbing his ass against Sam’s cock, until Sam was lost in a haze of heat and sensation.
    For a while, the only sounds were their panting breaths and the faint squeak of the mattress with the movement of Sam’s arm. Excitement spiraled tight in Sam’s belly.
    There was something deliciously illicit about lying mostly dressed under the covers, humping against Bo’s ass while he jerked Bo off. Bo’s breath hitched. His prick pulsed against Sam’s palm. “Oh fuck. Sam. Close.”
    “That’s it,” Sam breathed, his fingers flying over Bo’s cock. “Come in my hand.” A couple more hard tugs and Bo did, whimpering as his semen spurted onto his chest and coated Sam’s hand. Twisting his head around, he met Sam’s mouth in a deep kiss.

    The feel of Bo’s tongue against his sent Sam tumbling over the edge. He came in a dizzying rush, his hand spasming around Bo’s still-hard shaft. Slippery warmth seeped between his belly and Bo’s back. He shut his eyes and let the swooping sensation pulse through him.
    His lids dragged open again when Bo’s lips pulled away from his. He smiled at Bo’s dazed expression. “Better now?”
“Mm-hm.” Bo curled up and snuggled deeper into Sam’s embrace. “Love you, Sam.”
“Love you too.” Reluctantly, Sam uncurled his fingers from Bo’s softening cock.
“Want to get cleaned up?”
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    All Sam got in answer was a grunt. He leaned over to look into Bo’s face. Bo’s eyelids drooped half shut. His expression was relaxed and drowsy. He gave Sam a vague smile before his eyes drifted closed.

    Good. It worked.
    Sam unwound his arms from around Bo, pulled off his T-shirt and swabbed the coagulating semen as best he could from Bo’s chest, belly, groin and back. He wiped the spunk from his own abdomen, then tossed the garment onto the floor. After a few moments of careful work, Sam got Bo’s scrub pants pulled back up and tied. Bo slept through the whole thing.
    Sam shook his head. If all it took was a quick hand job to make Bo crash this hard, he must not have been sleeping well for a while now. It irked Sam that he hadn’t noticed.

    Yawning, Sam tugged his boxers back up before spooning once more against Bo’s back. He snaked an arm around Bo’s middle and rested his face against the back of Bo’s neck.

    The orgasm on top of the evening’s events left him feeling exhausted. Sleep dragged at his mind.