Closer: Bay City Paranormal Investigation, Book 4

having a noisy chicken fight in the calm water. He wished he and Bo could relax and have fun together like that, without work and lies and hard feelings getting in the way.
Fingers curled over the waistband of Sam’s shorts. He didn’t have time to react before the garment was yanked down. His cheeks were spread and a slick tongue pressed against his hole.
“Oh fuck,” Sam breathed, fingers clenching on the raft. What in the hell did Bo think he was doing?
The tongue went away, and a second later Bo’s head broke the water to Sam’s right. Eyes sparkling with a rare playfulness, he traced a single fingertip over Sam’s hole.
Sam swallowed, one eye on Bo and the other on the group roughhousing not that far away. “What are you doing?”
Bo flashed an evil smile. “Don’t move.”
“What do you mean, don’t move? What—?” Sam let out a squeak when Bo’s finger breached him. “God. Oh, fuck.”
“Not here, people are watching.” Bo’s finger slid deeper. His free hand wrapped around Sam’s prick, which stiffened at his touch. “You like this, don’t you? I know I do. I think I’ll bring you off right here, right now. Just like this.”
Caught between shock and arousal, Sam couldn’t do anything but gape. Holding hands in public was usually a huge deal to Bo. Now, here he was fingering Sam’s ass and jerking him off outside in broad daylight, not fifteen yards from a crowd of strangers, with only a flimsy raft and a few feet of crystal clear water as cover. It was so out of character for Bo that Sam had no idea how to react.
“Bo, come on. You…you can’t distract me this way.” Sam wished his voice wouldn’t shake so much. It ruined the effect.
Smiling, Bo shook his head. “Sam?”
“Uh?”
“Shut up.”
Sam gasped, hips jerking as Bo’s finger curled to nail his gland. Regardless of what his mind thought, his body evidently knew what it wanted, and what it wanted was for Bo to keep doing what he was doing. He shut up.
Keeping his left hand clutched around the edge of the raft, Sam plunged his right hand beneath the surface of the water and into Bo’s shorts. His fingers grasped the familiar steely length of Bo’s shaft and went to work.
“Oh yeah, that’s it.” Bo’s eyelids fluttered closed, then shot open again. “So hot, Sam.”
“Tell me what’s hot,” Sam demanded, his voice breathless with rising excitement. “Say it.”
Bo flushed deep red. Holding his gaze, Sam thrust back with a moan, driving Bo’s finger in to the hilt. The catch in Bo’s breath and the pulse of his cock in Sam’s fist told Sam how excited he was. Sam held his breath and managed not to beg. Hearing Bo talk dirty turned him on beyond belief.
Bo leaned closer. His wet braid swung over his shoulder to slap Sam’s arm. “I like how hard your cock is in my hand,” he said, his voice soft and husky. He pinched the underside of Sam’s glans, sending electricity shooting through him. “I like the way your hole grabs my finger, so fucking tight it almost cuts off the circulation.” He pumped his finger in, out, in again, twisting with each stroke. “I love how hot and soft you are inside.”
“God, yes.” Sam’s hips rocked between the finger inside him and the hand around his prick. “Close, Bo.”
Bo’s low groan said he was just as close to the edge as Sam. He pulled his finger out of Sam’s hole and pushed two in. It burned a little, with only salt water to ease the movement, but the way Bo massaged Sam’s gland felt amazing, and the excitement of doing this in public—kind of—was dizzying. Sam swallowed a cry.
“Almost there.” Dipping his head, Bo bit Sam’s shoulder. “Harder.”
Sam obediently tightened his hand around Bo’s cock, pulling as hard and fast as he could. It was all he could do to maintain any sort of rhythm. The feel of Bo’s fingers caressing him inside and out threatened to wash him away in a tide of sensation.
Bo rested his forehead against Sam’s. His breath stuttered warm and moist on Sam’s face, his eyes wide and burning. “I love you,” he whispered, and came in Sam’s hand.
The depth of emotion in Bo’s eyes, more than the practiced touch of his hands, was what pushed Sam over the edge and sent him tumbling. He bit his tongue and panted through an orgasm so intense his vision went white. His shaft jerked in Bo’s palm, his hole convulsing around Bo’s fingers. One of the girls from the group next door glanced over at them, but Sam couldn’t