Twilight: Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 3

breath, his sphincter clamping down so hard Sam could feel his own pulse in the tips of his fingers.
“Bo? You okay?” Sam ran his free hand over Bo’s back, up and down in a soothing motion. “Do you need to stop?”
Bo gave a vigorous shake of his head, which sent his unbound hair flowing like a dark waterfall over his shoulders to pool on the bed. His hands curled into claws, bunching the comforter. “No. Don’t stop. I’m fine. Just…it’s tight.”
“I know.” Sam twisted his fingers just enough for the motion to coax some of the spasm from Bo’s anus. “It just takes a minute for your muscles to figure out it’s okay to let me in, that’s all.”
Bo moaned when Sam’s fingers torqued inside him again, this time sliding in a tiny bit further. “Oh. Yes. Harder.”
Letting Bo’s noises and the movement of his hips guide him, Sam pumped deeper, faster. When he felt some of the tension ease from the ring of muscle, he began spreading his fingers as he moved.
After a few minutes, Sam’s fingers were sliding in and out with ease. He pulled them out and slipped both thumbs inside, massaging the loosening ring with gentle, steady pressure.
Bo groaned, hips arching into Sam’s touch. “Sam… God, please. Now. Please.”
“Yeah.” Sam picked up the lube, opened it and rubbed a generous amount onto his shaft and Bo’s opening. His hands only shook a little. “Ready?”
Bo darted a blazing look at Sam over his shoulder. “Yes.”
Heart pounding with a nervousness like he’d never known before, Sam scooted closer. He rested the tip of his erection against Bo’s stretched hole, took a deep breath and pushed.
“Fuck!” Bo gasped as the head of Sam’s cock breached him. The muscles in his arms and back bulged, his entire body going tense. “Wait. Wait a minute.”
Sam held still with an effort, one hand on Bo’s hip and the other rubbing soothing circles on his lower back. “Just breathe,” he murmured. “Breathe. Relax. I won’t move until you say it’s okay.”
Bo nodded. His eyes were squeezed shut, his face contorted. Sam knew the discomfort was temporary, that it would pass soon enough and would lessen each time, but it was still hard to watch.
He was on the verge of pulling out and suggesting they try it another time when he felt the clutch of Bo’s anus slacken. Bo pressed back against him, forcing his cock in another couple of inches. They both groaned.
Bo opened his eyes and peered back at Sam through a veil of hair. “Move. Fuck me.”
The raw need in Bo’s voice sent a violent shudder through Sam’s body. Clamping his hands onto Bo’s hips in a light but firm grip, he tilted his pelvis forward so that his prick glided deeper into Bo’s body.
“God, you feel so good,” Sam breathed, trembling with the effort of holding back the orgasm that wanted to wash over him. “So fucking good.”
Bo answered with a growl and a sharp backward thrust of his hips which drove Sam’s cock the rest of the way in. His groin flush against Bo’s ass, Sam curled his body forward and tried to tamp down the pleasure swelling inside him. He’d fucked plenty of men before, including a virgin or two, but it had never been quite like this.
Love really does make everything better. The knowledge made him smile.
When he felt he could move without immediately coming, Sam drew his cock inch by inch out of Bo’s ass, until only the head remained inside, then nudged it slowly back in. Bo moaned, his lips parted and his face flushed. Sweat dewed his cheeks and neck, plastering strands of black hair to his skin. He pushed up on his hands, and let out a sharp cry when Sam’s prick hit his gland.
“Oh fuck yes,” Bo panted, hands kneading the bed. “Fuck me, God please, harder.”
Thinking past the lust buzzing in his brain wasn’t easy, but Sam managed. He assessed Bo with a critical eye. The tightness in Bo’s ass had eased enough to let Sam slide freely in and out, and Bo’s features were now slack with pleasure instead of scrunched up with pain.
Forcing himself to keep his thrusts controlled, Sam picked up the pace a little. Bo’s sweet moans and the wanton roll of his hips made Sam’s head spin. Encouraged by how much Bo seemed to be enjoying himself, Sam moved harder, faster. Soon enough, he was slamming into Bo with quick short jabs which had them both grunting. Rivulets of sweat ran down Sam’s back to trickle into the crack of his ass. His injured left hand ached from gripping Bo’s