What Hides Inside: Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 2

beautiful,” Bo whispered, rubbing his cheek against Sam’s. “No one’s ever turned me on like you do. I’m going to be hard again in no time.”
Sam rolled onto his back, spreading his legs to give Bo’s fingers room to play. “Good, because I’m counting on you to fuck me through the mattress.”
Sprawled on top of Sam’s chest with one leg wedged between Sam’s thighs, Bo stared down at him with uncertainty in his eyes. “I’ve never done that before. I’m not sure what to do.”
“I’ll talk you through it.” Sam reached up to cup Bo’s face in his hands. “Don’t worry. You won’t hurt me.”
Bo laughed. “How’d you know that’s what I was thinking?”
“That’s what every gay man thinks the first time he tops,” Sam told him, hips lifting as Bo squeezed his erection. “Oh Jesus, I’m not gonna last if you do that.”
“Uh-oh. Can’t let that happen.” Bo moved his hand, leaving Sam torn between relief and disappointment. “Touch me, Sam. Get me hard again.”
Sam was more than happy to obey. Worming a hand between their bodies, he curled his fingers around Bo’s prick. Bo raised his hips to give Sam better access. His come-sticky flesh immediately started swelling in Sam’s hand. Sam smiled at Bo’s woozy expression. “I love how responsive you are.”
“Uhhh,” Bo moaned. “Never had anyone touch me quite like you do.”
A swatch of glossy black hair came loose from Bo’s braid, swinging down over his face and brushing Sam’s cheek. The silky touch sent a jolt of need through Sam’s body. The desire to see those long ebony locks lying loose on Bo’s naked skin was suddenly irresistible.
“Take your hair down,” Sam requested, pulling the rubber band from the end of the braid. “I love it loose.”
Bo’s laugh morphed into a breathless whimper when Sam rubbed a thumb across the head of his cock, pressing at the slit. “God, that feels good. Do it again.”
Sam obliged, watching with hungry eyes as Bo’s fingers worked his braid loose. Once unwound, Bo’s hair cascaded over his shoulders, tickling Sam’s chest and enclosing them both in a dark curtain. Sam pressed the fragrant strands to his cheek with his free hand. Smiling, Bo leaned down and captured Sam’s mouth in a deep kiss.
By the time they broke apart, Bo’s prick was once again rigid and dripping in Sam’s hand. Ready, willing and able. The thought sent a sharp thrill through Sam’s bones. Letting go of Bo’s cock, Sam laid his palms on Bo’s cheeks.
“There’s lube in the drawer,” Sam whispered. “Would you get it? You can reach it better than me.”
Bo paled, but reached over and retrieved the lube from the bedside drawer. He held the tube in his hand, staring at it as if it might bite him. Sam stifled a laugh.
“What do I do?” Bo asked, eyes wide and serious. The question was so simple and heartfelt, Sam’s urge to laugh vanished immediately.
“You have to get me ready.” Taking the lube from Bo, Sam opened it and squeezed some onto Bo’s fingers. “Start with one finger. I’ll tell you when it’s okay to add more.”
Bo gulped. “I’m nervous, Sam,” he said, his voice shaking. “I want this to be good for you.”
Sam raked a hand through Bo’s hair. “Trust me, Bo, there’s no way this could be anything other than amazing for me. Now get busy fingering my ass so you can fuck me.”
Bo let out a startled laugh. Nudging Sam’s leg further out, Bo rolled up onto his side and slid his lubed hand between Sam’s thighs. Sam felt a slick finger tentatively circling his entrance, and moaned.
“Is that good?” Bo murmured, watching Sam’s face.
“Mm. Yeah.” Sam bent the leg not trapped under Bo’s body, opening himself as much as he could. “Put it in me.”
Biting his lip, Bo pressed his fingertip against Sam’s hole. There was a second of resistance, then Bo gasped as his finger slipped inside.
“Oh Christ, it’s tight,” Bo whispered hoarsely. Pushing in a little further, he wiggled his fingertip, drawing a ragged groan from Sam’s throat as the invading digit brushed his prostate. “Wait, I feel something, is that—”
Bo’s words were abruptly cut off by Sam’s keening cry. Digging a heel into the mattress for leverage, Sam pushed his ass against Bo’s hand, trying to get that exploring finger to hit his gland again.
“Guess that was it.” Bo rubbed lightly across the sweet spot, taking evident delight in the way Sam writhed and begged for