Closer: Bay City Paranormal Investigation, Book 4 Read Online Free PDF Page B

“God.”
Sam frowned. “You okay? I’ll stop, just say the word.” He stared at the red handprint on Bo’s butt cheek and hoped he wouldn’t want to stop.
The frantic look Bo aimed at him eased his mind considerably. “No! No, don’t stop. Do it again.”
Sam obliged, marking the other buttock this time. Bo’s pleas for more continued, devolving from words into eloquent gasps and moans. Sam watched, fascinated, as the skin of Bo’s ass turned a raw, fiery red under one open-handed blow after another.
The intensity of his own excitement shocked Sam. He never would’ve thought he’d be this turned on by spanking his lover, but there it was.
Bo’s obvious enjoyment was probably what did it. Nothing excited Sam as much as seeing Bo lose himself in pleasure.
Sam finally had to stop, his palm burning and nearly as red as Bo’s rear. Laying his other hand on Bo’s ass, he raked his gaze up and down Bo’s body. Bo was shaking all over, his breath coming short and fast. Precome dripped from the tip of his prick onto the floor. His butt felt hot to the touch.
“Sam,” Bo moaned, arching his back to press his ass into Sam’s hand. “Fuck me.”
The suggestion went straight to Sam’s cock, which lurched against the confining briefs. He kissed Bo’s shoulder blade. “Gotta get the lube. Don’t move.”
Bo nodded. “Hurry.”
Sam didn’t want to take his hand off Bo’s backside, but he had to if he wanted the lube. His psychokinetic abilities didn’t allow him to fetch objects with his mind. He’d tried. It never worked.
Moving reluctantly away from Bo, Sam hurried to the bedside table, yanked the drawer open and fished out the half-empty tube of lubricant. He bounded back to his former position behind Bo and plastered himself to Bo’s back, his arms winding around Bo’s waist. “Miss me?”
“Uh-huh.” Bo wriggled in Sam’s embrace. “In me. Now.”
Sam smirked into Bo’s hair. “Bossy.”
“Can’t help it.” Bo bumped his ass hard into Sam’s crotch, making his vision blur. “God, please !”
Closing his eyes, Sam grabbed Bo’s cock and squeezed hard, tearing a growl from his throat. “Fuck, I love it when you beg.”
He opened his eyes again, let go of Bo’s cock and stepped back enough to unbutton his shorts and slide the zipper down. He pulled his cock and balls free, mindful of the zipper. Flipping open the lube, he coated his fingers, shut the cap and stuck the tube in his back pocket. He didn’t bother to warn Bo, just slid one slick digit through the ring of tight muscle into his rectum.
“Oooooh, God,” Bo breathed, his hole clutching hard at Sam’s finger. “Yes. Yes. More.”
Sam inserted another finger and started pumping them in and out. “Bend over some more.”
Groaning, Bo did as he was told, bending forward until his forehead rested on the wall. His anus clenched and relaxed as Sam stretched him. His body trembled. Sam could see the gooseflesh raising the fine dark hairs on his arms.
Sam reached between Bo’s legs to stroke his prick with his free hand. He kept his gaze glued to his fingers in Bo’s ass. So fucking hot.
    He pressed deep to nail Bo’s gland. Bo keened and clawed the wall. “Fuck, Sam. Please.”
“Yeah.”
Tugging his fingers free of Bo’s hole, Sam retrieved the lube from his pocket, opened it and squirted a generous amount into his hand. He closed the cap and tossed the tube on the floor with one hand while slicking his cock with the other. Spreading Bo’s cheeks, he positioned the head of his prick at the stretched hole and pushed.
They groaned at the same time as Sam’s cock slid deep into Bo’s ass. Sam hung onto his control by sheer force of will. As always, the hot grip of Bo’s body felt so good it was almost painful.
Bo turned his head to pin Sam with a dazed stare. He licked his lips, getting a strand of ebony hair caught in his mouth in the process. “Move,” he whispered. “Fuck me.”
The desperate need in Bo’s voice sent a