Twilight: Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 3

one of Bo’s legs hooked around his waist. The movement sent their cocks sliding together. Sam groaned and thrust against Bo’s groin.
“God, I want you inside me,” Bo breathed, his heel digging into the small of Sam’s back. “Hurry.”
“No.” Sam kissed Bo’s chin, his Adam’s apple, his collarbone. “We have plenty of time, Bo. Let’s take it slow.”
If Bo was inclined to argue, he didn’t let on. He arched his neck, fingers threading through Sam’s hair as Sam trailed kisses up and down his throat.
Sam slithered down Bo’s body to suck one brown nipple. The little nub peaked between his lips. His bandaged hand sought out the other nipple and pinched it, causing Bo to moan and squirm under him.
Smiling, Sam moved lower. He licked up the middle of Bo’s belly, the fine dark hairs there tickling his tongue.
“God, Sam,” Bo groaned, his abdominal muscles rippling under Sam’s mouth. “Please.”
“Please?” Sam scooted down to bite the tender skin just above the thick black thatch of Bo’s pubic hair. “Please what?”
“I… I need… Oooooh, oh yes…”
Bo’s words degenerated into low, broken moans as Sam’s mouth descended on his groin. The sound was nearly enough to make Sam come without even being touched. Suppressing his arousal with an effort, Sam dragged his tongue the full length of Bo’s shaft and swirled it around the head. Precome oozed from the tip, and Sam lapped it up before pulling away.
Bo whimpered in protest. His hips lifted, thighs spreading wider in clear invitation. “Sam.”
“Right here.” Sam dipped his head and nuzzled the warm, soft skin behind Bo’s testicles, breathing in the rich scent of his desire. “Lift your legs.”
Bo obeyed, hoisting his legs up and apart to expose his hole. Fine tremors shook his body, telling Sam all he needed to know about how turned on Bo was. Sam spread Bo’s cheeks and teased the rosy pucker with the tip of his tongue. Bo’s taste, heady and familiar, excited him almost as much as Bo’s sharp, sweet cries.
Sam licked and sucked until Bo was incoherent and unable to hold still, and his muscles had relaxed enough for Sam’s tongue to wriggle inside him. His prick twitching in its eagerness to be buried in Bo’s ass, Sam indulged in one last taste of Bo’s anus before pulling away and sitting back on his heels.
“Turn over now,” Sam said, gently stroking Bo’s inner thigh. “Knees and elbows.”
For a second, Bo just stared at him with glazed eyes. Then he nodded and rolled onto his stomach. Planting both elbows on the mattress, Bo raised onto his knees and spread his legs.
The sight of Bo on all fours, his gorgeous ass in the air and his cock and balls swaying beneath him, had Sam clamping a hand around the base of his cock to keep from coming. When he felt he could control himself, Sam reached for the lube and began slicking his fingers.
His uninjured hand coated with liquid lube, Sam positioned himself behind Bo, leaned over and kissed one caramel-colored buttock. “One finger first, okay?”
Bo nodded, sending the lock of hair caught on his shoulder cascading over his face. Resting his cheek against Bo’s lower back, Sam slid one finger deep into Bo’s ass in one smooth, steady motion.
Bo groaned when Sam hit his prostate. “Oh yes. Yes. More.”
A shiver of need ran up Sam’s spine. It was all he could do to ignore Bo’s command and keep up the gentle in and out, in and out of the single digit in Bo’s hole. “In a minute. You’ve never taken two fingers before. We need to take it slowly, make sure you’re plenty relaxed.”
Bo let out a desperate sound. “Can’t last, Sam. Please. Please, more, please.”
Sam almost protested again. But Bo’s muscles clenched, pulsed and loosened their grip on his finger, and he decided it was safe to continue.
He lifted his face from Bo’s back. The air felt cool after the heat of Bo’s skin. Drawing his finger carefully out of Bo’s ass, Sam poured more lube onto his hand. He spread some of it onto Bo’s hole, which made Bo moan and press back into Sam’s touch.
“I’m putting in two now, okay?” Sam’s voice quavered, and he wished it wouldn’t. He didn’t want Bo to think he was too excited to be fully in control.
Bo turned to pin Sam with a pleading stare. “Yeah. Hurry.”
Pressing his index and middle fingers close together, Sam lined them up with Bo’s opening and slid them carefully inside.
It was a tight fit. Bo sucked in a hissing