Closer: Bay City Paranormal Investigation, Book 4

longer heavy with tension. In the bedroom, Sam shut the curtains and switched on the bedside lamp. The heavy shade filtered the light to a warm gold which made Bo’s dark skin glow.
Taking Sam’s hands, Bo pulled him to the bed and grasped the hem of his T-shirt. “Arms up.”
Sam obeyed, allowing Bo to strip the slightly damp shirt off and throw it on the floor. “You next.”
“Whatever you say.” Smiling, Bo took off his shirt, then skinned out of his shorts. He was naked underneath, his prick already hard and leaking.
Sam stared, licking his lips. “God, you have a beautiful cock.”
“Thank you.” Bo leaned close and drew his tongue up Sam’s throat. “Take off your shorts, so I can see your beautiful cock.”
Sam shivered. Maybe it was juvenile of him, but he loved hearing the word “cock” emerging from Bo’s lips in that lust-rough voice.
He unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts, shoved them down and stepped out of them. Before he could do the same with his underwear, Bo hooked his thumbs in the waistband and sank to his knees, taking Sam’s briefs down at the same time.
Kneeling at Sam’s feet, Bo closed his eyes and rubbed his face against Sam’s erection. His hands slipped around Sam’s hips, caressing the swell of his ass. Sam moaned. His entire body erupted in gooseflesh. He buried his fingers in Bo’s hair, massaging his scalp.
Bo rose to his feet again, trailing a feather-light caress up Sam’s body. His thumbs found Sam’s nipples and rubbed them in firm circles. He leaned forward, lips parting, and Sam met him in a deep, unhurried kiss.
His mouth still locked with Bo’s, Sam put his arms around Bo’s neck and set about unbraiding his rain-damp hair. Bo let out a muffled chuckle. His hands slid up to cradle Sam’s face.
That tender touch was enough to make Sam’s eyes burn and his throat constrict. Of all the different types of sex he and Bo had explored together, this slow, sweet lovemaking was still what Sam loved best. After the previous night, it was exactly what he needed. What they both needed.
Bo broke the kiss just as Sam worked loose the last twist in his braid. “Lie down,” Bo ordered, giving Sam’s chest a gentle push.
Sam shuffled backward, noticing for the first time that his underwear was still tangled around his ankles. Luckily, the bed was only a couple of steps behind him. Lowering himself to the edge of the mattress, he scooted up to the middle of the bed and lay back with his head on Bo’s pillow. He bent his knees and let his legs fall open, his briefs holding his feet together. In this position, he felt wanton. Utterly shameless.
Grasping his prick in one hand, Sam slid his palm slowly up and down his shaft. “What do you want, Bo? You want to fuck me? Or would you rather have me suck you off?”
Shaking his head, Bo crawled onto the bed. “No. I want you to stay right there, and let me take care of you.”
Sam tried to answer, but nothing came out. The raw hunger in Bo’s eyes completely destroyed his power of speech. He nodded, watching with racing pulse as Bo stalked him on all fours across the mattress.
Planting his hands on either side of Sam’s hips, Bo leaned down and pressed open-mouthed kisses to Sam’s lower belly. His hair cascaded around his shoulders, brushing silky cool along Sam’s groin. Sam let out a ragged moan. “God. Bo.”
“Mmmm.” Bo drew Sam’s balls into his mouth, rolling them with his tongue for a moment before letting go. He stared up at Sam with hooded eyes. “I love the way you taste, Sam.”
“Oh, God,” Sam breathed as Bo licked up his shaft and lapped at his slit. “Bo. Please. Please.”
Another lick, then Bo’s lips sealed around the tip of Sam’s cock. His cheeks hollowed, and Sam gasped at the sudden sharp suction. He got a double handful of thick ebony hair and gave Bo’s head a little push, just enough to remind him of what Sam wanted.
Bo allowed Sam’s prick to slip from his mouth with a soft pop. “Let me get rid of your underwear. It’s in my way.”
The way Bo’s breath teased the head of Sam’s cock made Sam want to rut mindlessly into Bo’s mouth, but he managed to concentrate enough to unclench his fingers and let go of Bo’s hair. Bo sat back on his heels, freed Sam’s ankles from the wadded briefs and tossed them aside. He ran his hands up the insides of Sam’s thighs, urging them apart.
Sam obediently spread his legs. He gazed up at Bo with something like awe. Bo had never looked