What Hides Inside: Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 2

abandon Bo had never shown. Sam understood the why of it—Dean was out. Very, very out. Bo was not. Plus Bo valued control in every area of his life. Dean clearly shot from the hip more often than not.
    I’ve never made Bo lose control like this, Sam thought mournfully, even as he yanked Dean’s shirt up and sucked one small pink nipple into his mouth. Dean arched against him, both hands fisted in his hair, soft keening sounds falling from his lips.
    “Fuck me,” Dean begged, his voice low and rough. “Fuck me, God please.”
Sam closed his eyes. He’d have given anything to hear Bo say that to him. But you never will, he reminded himself. Dean’s here, he’s hot and willing and expects nothing from you, and God knows you need a good fuck.
Shoving the wistful thoughts of Bo firmly to the back of his mind, Sam sat up on his knees and went to work getting Dean’s jeans undone. Once he had the button and zipper open, Dean toed his sneakers off, lifted his hips and helped Sam shimmy the tight denim down his legs.
Tossing the pants over his shoulder, Sam pushed Dean’s thighs apart and stared at the thick, straight cock and tight balls he’d uncovered.
“I like how you’re looking at me,” Dean whispered. He ran his fingertips up and down his shaft, making the silky skin twitch. “Get undressed, so I can look at you too.”
Without taking his gaze from Dean’s prick, Sam stood and hastily shed his clothes, then crawled back onto the bed. Dean wrapped Sam in strong arms and long, graceful legs. Their lips met in another searing kiss. The feel of Dean’s bare skin against his sent lust thumping through Sam’s blood.
Following a sudden, irresistible urge, Sam kissed his way down Dean’s neck, pausing to swirl his tongue in the hollow of Dean’s throat before moving on. Dean cried out and squirmed as Sam’s teeth dug into one nipple, his fingers pinching the other.
“Sam, yes,” Dean hissed, his skin jumping under Sam’s lips and teeth and tongue. “God…fuck…”
Sam could only groan his agreement, his mouth being busy with making Dean incoherent. He slid further down Dean’s body, leaving wet kisses and reddened bite marks on the way. When he caught the sharp, musky scent of Dean’s arousal, all his control vanished. Shoving Dean’s thighs up and apart, Sam swooped down and swallowed Dean’s flushed and leaking cock to the root.
“Ah, oh my God! ” Dean cried, his upper body coming completely off the bed. “Yes, fuck yes.”
Sam smiled smugly around his mouthful. He’d been half afraid he’d forgotten how to drive a man crazy with his mouth, after two months of not being allowed to even consider it. Apparently he hadn’t lost his touch after all, if Dean’s broken, lustful moans and the persistent thrusting of his hips was anything to go by.
Sam licked and sucked and stroked until Dean was thrashing on the bed, legs splayed wide and hands clutching the sheets. When he felt Dean’s cock swell in his mouth, Sam abruptly drew back. Raising his head, he grinned at Dean’s shocked expression. Dean let out a pitiful whimper and pushed at Sam’s head.
“Don’t come yet,” Sam said, struggling to get the words out past the need filling him to bursting. “Wait ’til I’m in you.”
Dean’s eyes went dark. “Yeah. Now. Sam, now!”
Luckily, that meshed perfectly with Sam’s own thoughts. “Turn over,” he said, running his palms up the insides of Dean’s thighs. “Got to get you ready.”
Dean scrambled to obey. Flipping onto his stomach, he drew his knees up under him and spread his legs. He twisted around to give Sam a smoldering stare. The way he licked his kiss-swollen lips pulled a groan from Sam’s throat.
“God, you’re so damn hot like this.” Leaning over Dean’s back, Sam snaked a hand between his legs, caressing the length of his prick. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of Dean’s neck, smiling at the way the man shuddered under his touch.
“Mm. Christ, Sam.” Dean ground his ass against Sam’s groin, trapping Sam’s cock between firm, warm cheeks. “Please. Please.”
“Don’t rush me,” Sam whispered. “Want to rim you first.”
“Oh fuck,” Dean groaned. “Do it.”
That was all the invitation Sam needed. Sitting back on his heels, he spread Dean’s buttocks and just looked for a moment, letting the anticipation build. The sight of Dean’s rosy little hole pulsing with need made his mouth water.
Bending down, Sam buried his face between