Twilight: Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 3

sucked, gathering as much of the sharp, salty flavor as he could.
Bo whimpered, his prick twitching against Sam’s lips. The whimper turned into a rough moan when Sam hooked his fingers into the waistband of Bo’s boxerbriefs and pulled them down just enough to expose his erection.
Burying his face in Bo’s groin, Sam breathed deep. “You smell so good,” he murmured, caressing Bo’s trembling thighs.
Bo let out a breathless laugh. “Sweaty and dirty is good?”
“Yes.” Swiping his tongue the length of Bo’s shaft, Sam crawled up for a hard, deep kiss. “I can’t wait to suck your cock. I bet two days worth of not bathing makes you taste better than ever.”
Bo’s groan was answer enough. Grinning, Sam pushed up onto his hands and knees and turned around to straddle Bo’s head. Immediately, Bo’s fingers dug into his hips, pulling his cock down into a warm, wet, enthusiastic mouth.
With Bo’s lips and tongue working his prick, it took every ounce of concentration Sam could summon to get Bo’s underwear off. He managed to shove the garment down past Bo’s knees. Bo pulled one leg free and opened his thighs wide, and Sam downed his cock in one gulp, savoring the explosion of rich male flavor on his tongue.
A sharp thrust of hips and the feel of fingers digging into his ass announced Bo’s pleasure more clearly than any words could. Bo swallowed Sam’s cock deeper, his muffled moans vibrating through Sam’s shaft and up his spine.
Pulling off long enough to wet a finger in his mouth, Sam wormed the single digit into Bo’s ass as he wrapped his lips once more around the head of his prick. Bo keened and shoved himself hard into Sam’s throat.
God, yes. Yes. Relaxing the muscles in his throat, Sam shut his eyes and let Bo’s cock stretch his jaw wide.
Outside, the rising wind sighed around the corners of the cabin and pelted the window with tiny crystals which pattered like sand against the glass. The only other sounds were muffled moans and the wet slurp of mouths on cocks. Snow falling thick and fast muted the late afternoon sun to a dim gray glow, shaded blue by the drawn curtains. The little room felt like a warm, sexscented sanctuary, sheltering Sam and Bo from the icy white storm beyond its walls.
Sam was so lost in sheer sensual joy, he almost didn’t notice Bo’s mouth inching further up his shaft with each stroke. The sensation crept into his brain by degrees, until Bo’s nose dug into his balls and he abruptly realized his entire dick was inside Bo’s mouth. Bo was deep-throating him, something he’d never managed before.
Sam’s eyes flew open. Bo swallowed, his muscles undulating around the head of Sam’s cock. The feel of it, so unexpected and so very delicious, was more than Sam could take. Orgasm roared through him, and he was helpless in its grip. He came with his prick fully buried in Bo’s throat. His hands spasmed, the finger still inside Bo’s ass crooking. Bo grunted, his hips jerked, and the taste of semen flooded Sam’s mouth. Sam gulped it down, feeling like the luckiest man in the world.
Sam didn’t stop sucking until he’d swallowed every drop. When Bo’s cock began to soften, he finally drew back, letting his hips rise to pull his spent prick from Bo’s mouth. He nuzzled Bo’s balls, smiling at the way Bo squealed and tried to wriggle away. For some reason, Bo was horribly ticklish after he came.
“Sam…”
Bo’s voice was sex-roughened and breathless, but Sam knew what he wanted. Taking care not to hit Bo as he moved, Sam rose onto hands and knees and turned around. Bo smiled, eyes dazed and shining. His lips were red and swollen, a glaze of semen making them gleam in the dim light. Silky black strands had come loose from his braid to tangle around his face and neck. To Sam, he’d never looked more beautiful.
Lying on his side, Sam pulled Bo to him and buried his face in the crook of Bo’s neck. Bo’s heart thudded hard and fast against Sam’s chest, his warm breath tickling Sam’s ear. A long, sweat-dewed leg slung over Sam’s hip. Bo wound his arms around Sam, caressing his back in slow, lazy strokes.
“Mmmm,” Sam hummed, clutching Bo’s damp body closer. “I swear, there’s nothing better in this world than coming down someone’s throat while you’ve got a mouth full of cock.”
Bo’s soft chuckle vibrated against Sam’s lips where they nuzzled his neck. “What do I keep telling you? It’s special.”
“When you’re right, you’re