Closer: Bay City Paranormal Investigation, Book 4

mind. He’d tried. It never worked.
Moving reluctantly away from Bo, Sam hurried to the bedside table, yanked the drawer open and fished out the half-empty tube of lubricant. He bounded back to his former position behind Bo and plastered himself to Bo’s back, his arms winding around Bo’s waist. “Miss me?”
“Uh-huh.” Bo wriggled in Sam’s embrace. “In me. Now.”
Sam smirked into Bo’s hair. “Bossy.”
“Can’t help it.” Bo bumped his ass hard into Sam’s crotch, making his vision blur. “God, please !”
Closing his eyes, Sam grabbed Bo’s cock and squeezed hard, tearing a growl from his throat. “Fuck, I love it when you beg.”
He opened his eyes again, let go of Bo’s cock and stepped back enough to unbutton his shorts and slide the zipper down. He pulled his cock and balls free, mindful of the zipper. Flipping open the lube, he coated his fingers, shut the cap and stuck the tube in his back pocket. He didn’t bother to warn Bo, just slid one slick digit through the ring of tight muscle into his rectum.
“Oooooh, God,” Bo breathed, his hole clutching hard at Sam’s finger. “Yes. Yes. More.”
Sam inserted another finger and started pumping them in and out. “Bend over some more.”
Groaning, Bo did as he was told, bending forward until his forehead rested on the wall. His anus clenched and relaxed as Sam stretched him. His body trembled. Sam could see the gooseflesh raising the fine dark hairs on his arms.
Sam reached between Bo’s legs to stroke his prick with his free hand. He kept his gaze glued to his fingers in Bo’s ass. So fucking hot.
    He pressed deep to nail Bo’s gland. Bo keened and clawed the wall. “Fuck, Sam. Please.”
“Yeah.”
Tugging his fingers free of Bo’s hole, Sam retrieved the lube from his pocket, opened it and squirted a generous amount into his hand. He closed the cap and tossed the tube on the floor with one hand while slicking his cock with the other. Spreading Bo’s cheeks, he positioned the head of his prick at the stretched hole and pushed.
They groaned at the same time as Sam’s cock slid deep into Bo’s ass. Sam hung onto his control by sheer force of will. As always, the hot grip of Bo’s body felt so good it was almost painful.
Bo turned his head to pin Sam with a dazed stare. He licked his lips, getting a strand of ebony hair caught in his mouth in the process. “Move,” he whispered. “Fuck me.”
The desperate need in Bo’s voice sent a wave of heat through Sam’s blood. Clamping his hands onto Bo’s hipbones, Sam started thrusting in a strong, steady rhythm.
Sex with Bo was always incredible, but for some reason Sam found this particular scenario unbearably exciting. Maybe it was the contrast of his own fully clothed state with Bo’s nudity, or the way Bo muttered half-coherent curses and praises and pleas for Sam to fuck him harder, to never stop. Sam didn’t know. One thing he knew for sure, though—the sight of Bo’s flaming red buttocks, the way they framed his hole with Sam’s cock pistoning in and out, was by far the most erotic thing Sam had ever seen.
A shudder rippled through Bo’s back muscles when Sam reached around and started jerking his prick. “Sam. Yes, God, ’s good.”
Leaning forward, Sam planted a hand on the wall beside Bo’s and molded himself to Bo’s back. “Come now.”
To his surprise, Bo did, a breathless litany of “oh God, oh God” falling from his lips. Warm semen flowed over Sam’s hand. Bo’s insides convulsed around Sam’s shaft, ripping his orgasm from him. He let it take him, closing his eyes and burying his face in Bo’s hair as he shot deep inside Bo’s body.
“Oh, my God.” Bo laid both forearms on the wall with a contented sigh. “That was fantastic, Sam.”
“Mmm. Was, wasn’t it?” Sam laid his clean hand on Bo’s butt. “You okay?”
“Fine.” He wriggled his bottom against Sam’s hand. “My ass feels hot.”
“It is hot.”
“So you keep telling me.”
Sam snickered. “Not that. Although it really is the hottest ass I’ve ever seen.” He stroked the overheated skin. “Your butt is actually much warmer than usual.”
Humming, Bo tilted his head back to rub his cheek against Sam’s. “From the spanking?”
“I assume so.” A sudden idea struck Sam. He peeled himself off Bo’s back and pulled out of him, hissing when Bo’s hole clutched at the sensitive head of his prick. “Don’t move.”
Sam sank to his knees, wiping his sticky hand on his