What Hides Inside: Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 2

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“Another one,” Sam gasped. “No, no two, put two more in me.”
Bo looked uncertain, but did as Sam asked. It was a little clumsy, a little too quick, but Sam relished the tight burn. When Bo twisted his fingers, carefully exploring Sam’s insides, Sam nearly came off the bed.
Bo went still. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
It took a couple of tries before Sam managed to speak. “No,” he panted. “It’s good. ‘M ready.”
Closing his eyes, Bo drew a deep breath. His eyes fluttered open, burning into Sam’s. “Condoms?”
“Drawer.” Sam arched as Bo’s fingers pumped in and out, stretching the loosening muscles and zinging over his prostate again and again. “Fuck, hurry.”
Bo carefully removed his fingers from Sam’s body, then plunged a hand into the still-open drawer and fished out a condom. Sitting back on his heels, he stared into Sam’s eyes as he tore the packet open and rolled the latex sheath over his shaft.
The second the condom was on, Sam reached down and grabbed Bo’s prick, pressing the tip against his slick, stretched hole. “In. Now.”
Bo’s apprehension shone in his eyes, but he didn’t hesitate. Hooking his forearms under Sam’s knees, Bo gave a push, and the head of his cock popped into Sam’s ass.
“Oh fuck .” Bo fell forward onto his hands, driving himself deep inside Sam and bending him nearly double. Bo’s face radiated shock. “God, Sam. Tight. Oh.”
Burying his hands in Bo’s hair, Sam pulled Bo down into a hard kiss. “You don’t need to be careful,” he whispered. “Fuck me.”
Bo slid partway out, then pushed back in. A shudder ran through his body. His lips moved against Sam’s, and Sam thought he heard his name as Bo began to move in earnest.
After almost a year without it, the feel of a hard, thick cock filling him nearly sent Sam right over the edge. He held release at bay with a massive effort. No way, he thought, was he coming until Bo was ready.
That proved more difficult than he thought it would. After a few slow, careful strokes, Bo let go and pounded into him, nailing his gland with every thrust. Sam clung to Bo as if his life depended on it, ankles locked around Bo’s neck and fingers digging into his back.
“Oh…God…so close,” Bo growled, his words rough and broken. “Come…come on…now, I’m…I’m gonna…oh, oh fuck…”
“Yes,” Sam moaned. “Fuck yes, almost there.”
It was the look in Bo’s eyes, lust and wonder and tenderness, that finally tipped the balance for Sam, sending him spinning into the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced. Bo’s face blurred above him with the force of it.
With a sharp cry, Bo thrust into Sam twice more in rapid succession, stilled, and buried his face in Sam’s neck, his shaft pulsing in Sam’s hole as he came. He stayed like that for a moment, balls-deep in Sam’s ass, every muscle tense. Then he collapsed onto Sam’s chest, gasping for breath.
Sam unwound his legs from around Bo’s neck, groaning as Bo’s softening flesh slipped out of him. He removed the condom from Bo’s cock, tied it off and tossed it at the trash can. Wrapping his arms around Bo, Sam petted Bo’s back and showered his hair with tiny kisses. They lay that way for several minutes, not talking, just holding each other. Sam couldn’t remember ever feeling so happy.
“Oh. My. God,” Bo mumbled, lips still pressed to Sam’s neck.
Sam chuckled. “Good?”
“Oh yeah.” Bo raised his head and gave Sam a woozy grin. “I never imagined it would be like that.”
“It was great for me too.” Brushing the tangled hair away from Bo’s face, Sam kissed his swollen lips. “You’re amazing.”
Bo blushed, which Sam thought was adorable under the circumstances. “I’d like to try it sometime. Getting, that is, rather than giving.”
“We can definitely do that,” Sam agreed. “So. What’re you doing the rest of the day? You want to go out or something?”
“Maybe later.” Laying his head on Sam’s chest, Bo let out a contented sigh. “Right now, I just want to hold you.”
Sam wasn’t about to argue with that plan. Tightening his arms around Bo, Sam allowed his eyes to drift closed. Within minutes he sank into a deep sleep, with Bo slumbering warm and sated in his arms.
Chapter Eleven
    When Sam opened his eyes, evening shadows stretched across the room. Yawning, he glanced at the clock. Five p.m. They’d been asleep for about ten hours. Part of him felt guilty for having slept the