Closer: Bay City Paranormal Investigation, Book 4

more gorgeous than he did now, hair tangled and lips swollen, desire bringing a rosy flush to his skin and a simmering heat to his eyes. His prick bobbed red and rigid in front of him, making Sam’s mouth water.
Crawling forward, Bo straddled Sam on all fours, leaned down and kissed him. Sam opened with a soft sigh to let their tongues wind together. Bo tasted like cock, like sweat and precome, and God, it was exciting. Sam arched up as the kiss became deeper, more aggressive. Bo’s hair fell around them in a dark curtain that smelled of rain and sea air.
A low groan emerged from Sam’s mouth as Bo’s cock dragged a damp trail across his stomach. Sam’s hips canted upward, looking for friction. He let out a little whine when he found none.
Bo chuckled against Sam’s mouth. “God, I love it when you’re like this. So turned on you can’t be still.” Dipping his head, he sucked at the spot on Sam’s neck that always made him tremble. His hand snaked downward, fingers curling around Sam’s shaft. “I want to suck your cock, Sam. I want you to come in my mouth. Is that all right?”
If he’d been capable of any sounds other than breathless whimpers, Sam would’ve laughed. As if it had ever not been all right for Bo to suck him off. Sam laid his palms on Bo’s shoulders and pushed.
Grinning, Bo shimmied down Sam’s body. He stopped on the way to suck first one nipple then the other, until both were swollen and throbbing, and so sensitive the slightest brush of Bo’s fingertips over them nearly sent Sam right out of his skin. When Bo reached Sam’s navel, he halted a while to explore it with his tongue. The crease where Sam’s right leg met his hip received the same treatment. Sam wanted to scream with frustration when Bo bypassed his cock, grabbed the backs of his thighs and pushed his hips into the air.
“Hand me a pillow,” Bo said, thumbs caressing Sam’s legs. “I’m going to make you feel so good, sweetheart.”
The whispered endearment brought a lump to Sam’s throat, even as Bo’s touch twisted the pleasure tighter inside him. Reaching to his right, Sam snagged a pillow and tossed it to Bo, who tucked it beneath Sam’s hips. Sam hooked his hands behind his knees, holding his legs up and apart. He drew a deep breath and let it out in a slow stream. Calm spread through him, tempering his arousal enough that he thought he might not come the second Bo touched his cock.
With a sweet smile, Bo lifted Sam’s balls in one hand and kissed them. “Beautiful.” He dropped his head, and Sam felt the slick warmth of Bo’s tongue against his hole.
“Oh fuck,” he panted, fighting to hold still. “Oh fuck. Bo. Yes.”
Humming, Bo swirled his tongue in a slow circle around Sam’s anus. It felt incredible. The portion of Sam’s brain still capable of rational thought mused that Bo had become very, very good at this in the months since he’d first tried it. Sam expressed his approval with moans and gasps and encouraging noises.
As usual, Sam’s hole opened right up under Bo’s gentle licks and kisses. Bo plunged his tongue inside again and again, his fingers kneading Sam’s ass cheeks like a cat. Sam rocked and moaned and wondered if it were possible to go insane from pure physical pleasure.
He was no more than a lick away from coming when Bo pulled back. “Oh, no, no no no,” Sam keened. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
“Not stopping,” Bo murmured. He popped a finger in his mouth, pulled it out and slid it into Sam’s hole.
Sam let out a choked cry. His fingers shook where they gripped his knees. “Oh. Oh. God.”
Bo licked his lips, as if trying to gather every last bit of Sam’s taste. “Mmm. So good, Sam.”
God, please, suck me now, please. Sam couldn’t make the words come out. He whimpered, the sound faint and pitiful.
Bo’s lips curled into a lustful smile. Then finally, finally, he bent and slid Sam’s prick into that sexy, talented, wonderful mouth.
Sam let go of his legs and buried both hands in Bo’s hair, moaning low and rough under an overwhelming rush of sensation. One hand across Sam’s hips to hold him still, Bo bobbed his head up and down Sam’s shaft. His tongue curled around the head each time he pulled up, his finger nailed Sam’s prostate over and over, and Sam thought he would have to come soon or die.
Bo lifted his head, letting Sam’s cock fall from his mouth to hit Sam’s belly with a wet smack. The hand still working Sam’s ass went still, the