Page 105 of Sharing Shane

“Remind me to send her a thank you note.” His hands squeezed her cheeks, and she gasped. “Oh, you like a rough squeeze here, too, don’t you?”

“Grab her cheeks hard and pull them apart,” Shane told him, his eyes still locked on Veronica’s, his hands on her breasts. “She likes that.”

“Yeah?” Wyatt shifted his grip slightly and squeezed again, pulling her buttocks apart this time, stretching all those delicate tissues in between. She shuddered between them, desire rising like the tide.

Wyatt’s soft laugh tickled her neck. “You smell that?”

He leaned forward so his mouth brushed her ear. “I can smell your pussy, Veronica,” he whispered. “I can smell how hot you are.”

She swallowed hard. “You guys are so good at this.”

Shane’s grin was a wicked slash. “Baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet. Let’s get her naked, Wyatt.”

He deftly unhooked her bra, sliding it down her arms and tossing it aside. Her breasts bounced free into his hands, calloused fingers scraping as he squeezed, lighting a thousand little fires. Cool air washed against her wet, heated sex as her panties slid down her legs, and then Wyatt’s hand was there, cupping her, one smooth finger slipping boldly through her slick lips to slide deep inside her.

She wrapped her hands around Shane’s forearm, her nails digging into firm muscle as pleasure sang through her. “Oh, God.”

“What’s he doing, Veronica?” Shane asked. His eyes were dark, his mouth wet from hers and Wyatt’s. “Tell me what he’s doing to you.”

“He’s fucking me with his finger,” she managed as Wyatt’s finger slid slowly outward before pushing back in again.

“She wet, Wy?”

“Oh, yeah.” He pumped once, twice more, then pulled his hand free and held it up between them for Shane to see. “Look at all that honey.”

“Mmm,” Shane rumbled, and keeping his eyes on hers, leaned forward and sucked Wyatt’s finger, gleaming wet from her pussy, into his mouth.

“How’s she taste?” Wyatt asked as Shane sucked and Veronica’s knees slowly turned to water.

Shane released Wyatt’s finger with a long, languorous lick. “Delicious. You should try it.”

Gentle fingers, one of them still wet, grasped her chin and turned her to face Wyatt. She had to blink the haze of lust from her eyes to bring him into focus, that pretty face with its halo of tawny hair and piercing blue eyes.

“I want to bury my face in your pussy, Veronica,” he said, caressing her face. She could smell herself on him. “Slide my tongue in there and lap you up like dessert.”

“Okay,” she said faintly, and both men laughed, rumbles of delight that made her feel aglow with pleasure.

“How do you want her?” Shane asked.

Wyatt released her and stepped back. “On my face.”

Veronica’s eyes widened, lust tightening her core as Wyatt stripped out of his clothes and tossed them to the side. Then he was climbing up onto the big bed to lie across it, parallel to the headboard. His golden skin gleamed, his hard penis curving toward his abdomen. He beckoned her closer, licking his lips in anticipation. “Come here, beautiful.”

She glanced at Shane. He was naked too, one big hand wrapped around his dick, the piercings bright against the ruddy flesh. He cocked a brow and stepped closer, his arm sliding around her waist as he bent to whisper in her ear. “Still with us?”

She sank against him, his body warm and hard and comforting even as it aroused. She twisted her head around so she could see his eyes, the heat and the lust and the softness deep within. “I’m with you.”

He kissed her, sweetly at first then deeper, making her moan when he curled his tongue around hers and stroked the way she liked, the way she knew he’d stroke with his dick, sure and steady and with utter delight.

She was panting when he broke the kiss and smiled at her. “Go sit on my boyfriend’s face, Veronica.”

She laughed and he nudged her toward the bed, where Wyatt waited with a fist around his dick and a sexy grin.

“You guys are hot when you make out,” he observed, stroking himself lazily. “I could watch that all day.”

“I know the feeling,” she quipped, remembering how she felt watching the two men kiss.

“I like to watch, too,” Shane said, and they both looked at him. He jerked his chin at the bed, a wicked grin curling his lips. “And right now, I want to watch you fuck Wyatt’s face.”

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