Page 53 of Sharing Shane

“Not right now, it’s not.”

He grinned. “Is it silk? Feels like silk.”

She nodded, trying in vain to spread her legs wider. “Yes.”

“Silk’s expensive,” he noted casually like he was just making conversation, except Shane never just made conversation. “Was it expensive?”

“Hideously,” she panted. “Rip it off.”

“Okay,” he said agreeably, and rearing back on his heels, grabbed two fistfuls of fabric and yanked.

Her eyes popped wide as the silk rent right down the middle, from the neckline to her belly button, falling away from her bare breasts to hang off her shoulders. Her mouth dropped open in shock. “I meant over my head,” she protested feebly.

He hesitated a second, then shrugged. “Oops,” he said and she opened her mouth to yell at him just for form when he leaned forward and placed both big hands over her breasts.

“Oh,” she said, her voice strangled, and arched up into his firm, heavy hands. He squeezed, his calloused palms rubbing her nipples as his long, strong fingers compressed her flesh. It felt glorious. “Oh, more.”

“More of this?” he asked, grinding his palms in tiny circles that abraded her nipples and made them sing. “Or more of this?” he asked and squeezed harder.

“The squeezing.” She reached up and covered his hands with her, pushing down so the pressure on her breasts increased. It wasn’t enough. “Harder.”

“Like this?” he rumbled and squeezed so hard her eyes rolled back in her head.

When she had her breath back, she said, “Yes,” and he did it again.

“Tell me how this feels,” he said and let go of her breasts.

She blinked her eyes open to frown at him. He wanted to know how it felt to not do something? It feels like nothing, you dork, she thought and opened her mouth to tell him just that when he wrapped both big hands around her right breast, squeezed firmly, and sucked her nipple into his mouth.

She let out a high, keening wail and plunged her hands into his hair, fingertips digging into his scalp. Her back arched, shoving her breast harder into his hands, his mouth. He pushed her back down, his low growl vibrating against her flesh.

When she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore he lifted his head, his mouth red and wet, and switched his attention to her other breast.

By the time he lifted his head again her hips were rolling, pumping helplessly into the air. She stared at him through blurry eyes, frantic need pumping through her as she fought with the button on his shorts. “Naked,” she managed, her voice guttural and breathless. “Now.”

He shoved her hands away and stood, shucking his shorts down in one quick motion, then reached down and ripped the caftan the rest of the way down the middle. She barely noticed—all her attention was on his hard, gloriously thick cock.

She sat up abruptly, blinking in shock. His hard, gloriously thick, pierced cock.

“Oh, my god,” she breathed. “You have a piercing.”

“Technically, it’s three piercings. Is that a problem?”

“No, no. No.” She swallowed, unable to take her eyes off the trio of metal studs penetrating the ridged head of his dick, one in the center and the other two on each side. “No. Does it hurt?”

“No. Never been with someone who’s pierced?”

She could hear the amusement in his voice, but couldn’t take her eyes off his dick. “No.”

“Want to touch it?”

So much yes. She forced herself to look up. “Can I?”

He wore a half-smile, a sort of gentle amusement that somehow managed to shine through the crazed lust. “Yeah. Here.”

He reached for her hand, taking her fingers and placing them on his shaft just behind the trio of metal studs. “You can play with them, you won’t hurt me.”

“Okay,” she breathed and stroked her fingertips over the metal.

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