Twilight: Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 3

his back. Beneath him, Bo’s hips snapped up and down in a brutal rhythm. Bo buried his face in Sam’s neck, biting and sucking, his breath coming in harsh grunts Sam could feel against his bruising skin.
It was rough, unrefined and bordering on violent, and Sam wished it would never end. If he could halt the flow of time right here, with Bo’s cock in him, Bo’s lips hot on his neck and his prick rubbing against Bo’s ridged belly, he could die a happy man.
The tightening of Bo’s fingers on his hips and the pulse of Bo’s shaft in his ass told Sam his lover was close to release. Dipping his head, Sam covered Bo’s mouth with his and plunged his tongue inside. Bo responded with an equal passion, eating at Sam’s mouth like it was his last meal. Snaking a hand between their bodies, Sam found one of Bo’s hard little nipples, pinched and twisted it until the sweet familiar noises began to bleed from Bo’s mouth. When the moment came, Bo went still, his mouth open and slack beneath Sam’s, his prick moving in tiny jerks as he painted Sam’s insides with thick, hot semen.
The last thing Sam wanted to do at that moment was stand up. He loved to keep Bo lodged in his ass after they fucked; the sensation of Bo’s prick softening inside him made him feel an odd sort of connection between them. But the ache in his thighs was turning into a cramping pain, bad enough to keep him from coming again. And he needed to come.
Biting his lip, Sam rose carefully to his feet. His thigh muscles screamed in protest. Bo’s prick slid out of him, making them both hiss at the same time.
“Want to come?” Bo asked, running his palms over Sam’s abdomen and around to his back. “God, I love how you can get it up twice for me.”
Sam’s heart was racing, his breath coming so fast he couldn’t speak. He nodded and wrapped a hand around his shaft, intent on jerking off. Bo slapped his hand away.
Sam gaped. Bo just stared at him, dark eyes gleaming with a strange light.
“Turn around,” Bo said. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to do.”
Wondering what he meant, Sam shuffled around to face away from Bo. Something niggled at the back of Sam’s blood-deprived brain. Before he could grasp what it was, Bo’s hands pressed warm and damp to Sam’s buttocks, thumbs digging in to spread him wide open.
Oh my God, Sam thought, dazed. He’s going to do it.
Bo had been curious about it for a while, Sam knew. He loved it when Sam rimmed him, and none of the porn they’d explored together excited him quite like a man’s tongue in another man’s ass. But he’d never made a move to actually do it.
Until now.
Sam let out a low, ragged moan when the tip of Bo’s tongue touched his stretched and sensitive hole. He reached up and grabbed the rafter to keep from falling down. “Oh fuck. Bo.”
Humming, Bo licked the length of Sam’s crease, then pulled back. “I can taste us both. God, this is good.” He bit Sam’s left cheek. “Lean against the bed. It’ll be easier that way, I think.”
“Uh-huh.” Letting go of the rafter, Sam turned to face the bunk beds. He rested his arms on the upper bunk and leaned over, exposing himself to his lover.
Bo’s appreciative growl made him grin. The smile dissolved in a wash of pure pleasure when Bo’s tongue plunged into his open hole. The sensation sent him soaring, his prick jumping in the hand Bo had wrapped around it. If Sam had believed in heaven, he figured this would be it. What reward could possibly be better than Bo’s tongue slithering soft and slick into his ass, which still dripped with Bo’s come?
The combination of hand and tongue had Sam right on the edge in seconds. His orgasm overtook him in a rapid rush. He buried his face in the blanket to muffle the scream that tore from him when he came.
Bo’s tongue withdrew. His arms went around Sam’s hips, his hot cheek pressed to the spot where the sweat pooled just above the crease of Sam’s ass. “Wow. Who knew licking someone’s anus could be so enjoyable?”
Sam laughed, the sound hoarse and breathless. “Figured you’d like it, once you gave it a try.”
“Mmm.” Bo planted a tender kiss on Sam’s lower back, then pulled away. “Sit down before you fall down, Sam. Your legs are shaking.”
Turning around, Sam sank onto the lower bunk and flopped onto his back. He wrinkled his nose at the feel of cooling spunk on the back of his thigh where it hung over the edge of the mattress. “I always manage to