Page 112 of Sharing Shane

She whimpered, his words affecting her as much as the stretch and pressure of Wyatt driving into her. She was close, much closer than she’d thought.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” Wyatt pulled back a little, then pushed forward again. “Hot, too.”

“Oh, God.” Veronica’s head went back, pushing into Shane’s cradling hand. Wyatt pulled out again, driving back in just as slowly, swiveling his hips when he bottomed out inside her. “Oh yes, like that, just like that.”

“Yeah?” Wyatt hung over her, sweat dripping off the end of his nose to splash onto her breasts, her legs spread wide around his hips. “Like that?”

“Yes.” She picked up her head to look at him. “Just like that,” she told him, and he took her at her word.

Over and over again he drove into her with that little hip swivel at the end. It made his dick bump up against the sweet spot inside her pussy and his pubic bone grind against her clit, and if he’d gone any faster, she’d have gone off like a rocket in minutes. But he kept it slow, with careful, measured thrusts that made her whimper and writhe but weren’t enough to push her over.

Sweat trickled down her temples to seep in her hair, slicked her torso. Wyatt pulled out once completely to add more lube, leaving her feeling empty and needy until he plunged back in. She shuddered under him, tension coiling and pleasure climbing, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough, and she thought wildly if she didn’t come soon, she’d pass out.

“Shane,” she moaned, his name a plea for help, for relief.

“What, baby?” he murmured, his lips at her ear. “What do you need?”

“I need your hands,” she told him, reaching up to grab onto him. “Please, I need your hands on me.”

“Yeah?” He leaned over her, eyes glittering like dark fire, his cheeks flushed as he watched her get fucked. “Where do you want them?”

“On my breasts,” she moaned, and in desperation grabbed them herself.

“Grab her tits, Shane,” Wyatt said, his hips still grinding out that slow and deliberate beat.

Shane shifted to sit beside Veronica’s head, then leaned over to place his big hands on her breasts. “Like this?” he asked, and squeezed.

She arched up into his touch, her broken moan mixing with Wyatt’s. “More,” she begged, her hands covering his and pressing down, and he obeyed, flexing his hands harder.

“Fuck, her pussy’s squeezing me.” Wyatt shuddered above her, sweat rolling down his body. “I’m not going to last.”

“Grab her ass,” Shane told him. “Grab it and spread it.”

Wyatt shifted his weight to free his hands, then reached down and grabbed her ass, spreading and pulling as Shane had directed, and the added stretch and strain on those delicate tissues shoved her right over the edge.

“Oh fuck.” Veronica groaned and came, her body jerking between the two men, held down and held up as the spasms went on and on, rolling through her in waves that dimmed her vision and stole her breath.

She heard Wyatt shout, felt him stiffen against her and pulse inside her, and knew he’d found his release.

She lay quiet, her eyes closed. Wyatt dropped a gentle kiss on her belly before pulling free, and she felt the bed shift. “I’ll get a washcloth,” he said quietly, and Shane’s answering murmur, so close to her, had her eyes fluttering open.

“Hi,” she whispered.

“Hi back,” he said with a gentle smile. “How’re you doing?”

“Wow,” was all she could say, and Shane laughed softly.

“I see your ‘wow’, and I raise you a ‘holy shit’.” He slid down to lie beside her. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

She offered him a sleepy smile. “I think you’re the amazing one,” she said with a sigh. “You and the blond bombshell over there.”

“Do I hear my name being spoken in vain?” Wyatt said, walking back into the room with a washcloth in hand, and she smiled at him.

“Not vain, reverence,” she assured him and sighed when he began to gently clean her off. “Thanks.”

“No, thank you,” he said, and he sounded so serious she looked up. He smiled, his dimples flashing, and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her mouth. She lifted a hand to his face, then let it fall limply to the bed.

Wyatt laughed and stood, shooting a look at Shane. “You weren’t kidding about the post-sex sleepies.”

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