Twilight: Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 3

pretend I don’t feel it either.”
The snapping anger melted from Bo’s eyes. Sliding to the edge of the chair, he took Sam’s hands in his. “I hate it too, Sam. It isn’t right, and it isn’t fair. But it’s reality. You know that better than I do.”
Sam rubbed the backs of Bo’s hands with his thumbs. “Yeah, I know. That’s the way things are, like it or not. But I wish it wasn’t like that.”
“So do I.” Leaning forward, Bo nuzzled Sam’s cheek. “There’s no one to see now. No one to be careful of. We’re all alone.”
The seductive tone of Bo’s voice made Sam ache low in his belly. He smiled, turning his head to mouth the shell of Bo’s ear. “Mmm. We are, aren’t we? What should we do about that?”
“I think you should stand up and unzip your pants,” Bo suggested. “Then I think you should put your cock in my mouth and let me suck it.”
Bo’s words, spoken in a voice husky with rising desire, sent a shudder of pleasure up Sam’s spine. Hooking a hand behind Bo’s head, Sam pulled him close and captured his mouth in a deep, rough kiss. Bo opened to him, soft little moans spilling from his mouth to Sam’s, and Sam sank happily into it. He loved kissing Bo. Every time their lips met, every time their tongues wound together, it sent him flying.
Part of him wished he could spend the rest of eternity with his mouth fused to Bo’s. But his crotch ached, his cock craving attention, and Bo wanted to go down on him. Breaking the kiss with difficulty, Sam stood between Bo’s spread legs, unbuttoned his jeans and yanked the zipper down. Bo shoved Sam’s jeans and underwear to his knees, grabbed his cock and wrapped his lips around the head, tongue flicking across the sensitive slit. Sam groaned. He held still with an effort, petting Bo’s hair. In the past two months, Bo had gotten very, very good at sucking cock, but he didn’t like having his head held still, and he hadn’t gotten the hang of deep-throating.
Sam wasn’t about to complain. He was lucky enough to have a lover with natural talent in fellatio, and a hunger for it that rivaled any Sam had ever seen. That was more than enough for him.
Letting Sam’s prick slip from between his lips, Bo rubbed his cheek against the saliva-slick shaft. “God, I love your cock.” He dipped his head to tongue Sam’s balls. “I love how you smell when you’re excited.” Bo popped a finger into his mouth and slid it between Sam’s cheeks. The wet tip pressed into Sam’s hole, tearing a sharp cry from him. “I love doing this to you. Making you come.” Darting a blazing look at Sam, Bo wrapped a hand around his shaft and sucked him down.
Sam wanted to answer, to tell Bo how he lived for moments like this, with Bo’s enthusiastic mouth on him and Bo’s inquisitive finger in his ass. But he couldn’t make a sound, other than lusty moans and incoherent pleas for more. All the blood seemed to have deserted his brain and taken up residence in his prick. Whimpering, he reached up and clamped his hands onto a low-hanging rafter to keep himself from clenching them in Bo’s hair and fucking his mouth.
Pushing his finger deeper to nail Sam’s gland, Bo hummed around Sam’s prick. The vibrations shot fire through Sam’s core, making him shake. When Bo’s free hand grabbed Sam’s balls and tugged, squeezing just a little, it was all Sam could stand. His orgasm ripped through him, arching his spine and snapping his head back in silent ecstasy. He stood there, hanging onto the rafter for dear life and quivering from head to foot while Bo swallowed the spunk pulsing from him.
Bo eased his finger from Sam’s ass and pulled back, licking his lips. He grinned up at Sam. “I love it when you come in my mouth.”
Sam let out a breathless laugh. “Good, because I think I’m addicted to coming in your mouth.”
Chuckling, Bo leaned forward, lifted Sam’s shirt and kissed his belly. “I’m hard as a rock, Sam. You want my cock in your mouth or your ass?”
Sam considered. Sucking Bo off was tempting. But the thought of Bo fucking him made his knees weak. It always did.
Winding the long braid around his hand, Sam pulled Bo’s head back, bent and kissed him hard. “Want you to fuck me,” he whispered, and bit Bo’s lip. “Right here in the chair.”
A soft groan escaped Bo’s lips. “The lube’s in my backpack. Outside pocket.”
Sam kissed Bo once more, then yanked his jeans and underwear up and turned to fetch the lube from