Page 68 of Sharing Shane

He jerked and she lifted her head, her eyes dark with concern. “Too much?”

He shook his head. “Tugging on them feels good,” he rasped. “Just be careful.”

“I will,” she promised and lowered her head again.

Her tongue danced around the sensitive head, flicking over the piercings with the softness of butterfly wings. Then her teeth caught the small steel balls, tugging just enough to make his eyes roll back in his head. Soft and hard, sweet and sharp, the pattern repeating over and over again until he was breathing in growls and his hips were pumping, trying to drive deeper into her mouth.

“Stop, stop,” he finally gasped, so close to the edge that he could feel his balls drawing up tight.

She pulled off him with a soft pop, a pout on her pretty, puffy mouth. “Why?”

“Because if you don’t, I’m going to come in your mouth.” He peeled his fingers off the bedsheet and slipped a hand around the back of her head. “Come up here.”

She obeyed, though the pout stayed as she crawled up his body to perch on his abs. “I wouldn’t mind you coming in my mouth.”

“Later,” he promised and dragged her down to lie on his chest so he could capture her mouth. He sank into the kiss, fisting both hands in her hair to move her where he wanted her. She moaned into his mouth, digging her fingernails into his chest as a full-body shiver shook her.

He pulled back slightly. “Yeah?”

Her eyes were heavy, her cheeks flushed. “I like having my hair pulled.”

“I guess you do.” He tightened his hands in her hair again, tugging slowly and steadily to give her plenty of time to stop him, and she shuddered again.

“A little harder,” she panted, letting out a whimper when he obliged, and her hips rotated, rubbing her pussy against the hard muscles of his abdomen.

“You’re really wet.”

She licked her lips. “I liked sucking your cock.”

“Yeah?” He would’ve smiled, but he was too busy trying not to come.

“Yeah. I want to come back to that later.”

“Twist my arm,” he muttered, and she laughed. “Still want to go for a ride?”

Her cheeks flushed a deeper pink. “Yes.”

“Condoms are in my bag,” he told her, and she scrambled off him to reach over the side of the bed, giving him an excellent view of her round ass and round thighs and the sweet, slick pussy between them.

He pushed himself up on one elbow, and unable to resist, stroked a hand down one smooth cheek. “Look at that ass,” he marveled, chuckling when she wiggled in response.

“I’m trying to accomplish something here,” she reminded him, fabric rustling as she dug into his duffle. “Why don’t you put your stuff in the dresser?”

“Too much bother,” he said absently, his attention on the curve of her butt. He shifted to cup both cheeks and squeezed, fingers digging into the supple flesh. He squeezed again, harder this time, and was rewarded with a squeal.

“Feel good?” he asked, watching her hips wiggle and press back more firmly into his hands.

“Yeah,” she panted. One hand still rummaged around in his duffle, but she was watching him over her shoulder. “Do it again?”

He obliged, squeezing hard. Her eyelids fluttered closed for a second, and when they opened, he felt the punch of that gold-flecked gaze right down to his balls. “You like being handled rough.”

“I guess so,” she managed. Her hand had stilled in its search, her arm half-buried in the bag while she watched him with those sexy, smoky eyes.

“You guess so?” He eased his grip, stroking his hands in a circular pattern over the rounded cheeks. “You don’t know?”

She shook her head, her tangled mass of dark hair swishing over her shoulders. “It’s never come up.”

“That’s a shame,” he said mildly, hands still stroking. “Want to try something?”

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