Closer: Bay City Paranormal Investigation, Book 4

shaft to stroke the satin skin at the tip.
Bo’s breath hitched, his hips arching into Sam’s touch. “I…I want you… Fuck, Sam, yes… Want you to…to spank me.”
If it hadn’t been for the pure need in Bo’s voice, Sam would’ve been tempted to laugh again. He’d known what Bo was going to say—at least he’d been pretty sure, and he’d been right—but it was strange hearing his meticulous, methodical, bordering-on-control-freak lover admit he wanted to be spanked. Surreal didn’t even begin to describe it. Before today, Sam hadn’t seen the slightest indication of this sudden kink of Bo’s.
Not that he minded. He couldn’t pretend he’d never wanted to turn Bo over his knee. The man could be infuriating at times.
“Oh. I see.” Sam splayed his free hand over Bo’s left buttock, kneading the firm muscle. “So you want me to paddle your ass?”
“Yes.” Bo’s voice was a raspy whisper.
“Like this?” Sam gave the side of Bo’s hip a sharp smack. Bo gasped, a tremor running up his body, and Sam grinned. “Oh yeah. You like that.”
“I do.” Bo’s hand clamped onto the back of Sam’s head, forcing his face down for a swift kiss. “I want to explore everything with you, Sam. Just you. No one else, ever.”
Sam’s chest constricted. Only Bo could make kinky sex play seem almost sacred.
Lifting his hand to cup Bo’s jaw, Sam kissed him again, taking it deeper this time. Bo’s mouth opened wide to suck Sam’s tongue in. His cock twitched in Sam’s hand, a drop of moisture leaking out to trickle over Sam’s fingers, and Sam nearly came in his shorts.
Sam broke the kiss, panting. Bo whimpered his protest, and Sam let out a breathless laugh. “Go put your hands on the wall and lean forward with your legs spread.”
Bo obediently walked over and planted his palms on the pale green wall beside the door. His hair cascaded around him as he leaned forward and scooted his feet apart. He stared over his shoulder at Sam, his face red and his eyes heavy-lidded with desire. His ribs heaved with his quick, shallow breaths.
“Damn. You’re a wet dream come to life, you know that?” Sam sauntered forward, doing his best to play it cool. Though he’d never played dominance and submission games before, instinct told him Bo needed him to be calm and in control. He caressed Bo’s exposed ass, loving the way the smooth skin jumped at his touch. “Such a pretty ass. And it’s all mine.”
“Yours.” Bo moaned, his head falling forward as Sam stroked his hole with one fingertip. “God, Sam, please.”
Giving no warning, Sam lifted his hand and dealt a light slap to Bo’s butt. Bo yipped, more in surprise than pain, Sam thought. Sam smoothed his fingers over the spot he’d hit. “Good?”
Bo nodded. “Harder.”
Sam bit his lip. “Damn, I love it when you say ‘harder’ to me.”
He smacked Bo’s ass again, hard enough to make his palm sting. Bo gasped, fingers curling against the wall. “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