Page 110 of Sharing Shane

“Everything?” she ventured.

“Well, that makes it easy.” Shane looked at Wyatt. “On your back, babe.”

Wyatt grinned and laid back, scooting down so his legs extended past the edge of the bed. He lifted his feet and planted them on the mattress, and Shane stepped between them. He ripped open the condom package, squirted a drop of lube onto the tip of his cock, then rolled it on.

Breathless and fascinated and aroused despite the two orgasms she’d already had, Veronica watched Shane pump lube into his palm and stroke it over his covered dick until it was glistening.

“Get me, too,” Wyatt said and Shane picked up the lube again. He squirted a blob on two fingers, then lowered them between his lover’s spread legs. Veronica’s gaze flew to Wyatt’s face when he let out a hiss at the contact, and the sheer carnal delight in his expression sent a shiver through her.

“Does it feel good, Wyatt?” she whispered, and he opened his eyes to look at her.

“So good,” he told her, humming as Shane’s fingers moved slowly in and out. “He’s stretching me, getting me ready for that fat cock.”

Veronica looked up at Shane, shocked to find him watching her with that little half smile on his face, mostly hidden in his beard. He pulled his fingers free from Wyatt’s ass, wrapped a hand around his cock, and leaned forward.

Veronica leaned down, her face next to Wyatt’s as she kept her eyes trained on Shane’s dick. “Tell me what it feels like, Wyatt. I want to know how he feels.”

Wyatt laughed, low and gruff. “He feels big, beautiful. Big and hard. Fuck, Shane, go slow.”

Veronica’s gaze darted to Shane’s face, then back to his cock as it slowly disappeared inside Wyatt. She held her breath, watching him inch forward, pull back and add more lube, then slide forward again. When he finally pressed hard against Wyatt’s ass, fully embedded, the three of them moaned together.

“Fuck, you feel good.” Shane drew back slowly, then slid back in. “Not going to last, babe.”

“It’s okay,” Wyatt said, his expression one of blissful agony. He reached down to fist his dick, getting harder now as Shane fucked him steadily. “You can go harder.”

Shane shook his head, his hair dancing over his shoulders. His eyes were screwed shut, his teeth clenched, the muscles in his neck standing out. “If I go hard, I’m going to come.”

“I know,” Wyatt breathed. “Do it, babe. I want to feel it. Want to feel you come in me.”

Veronica watched them in awe. They weren’t looking at her now, weren’t looking anywhere but at each other. Their connection was tangible, nearly a living thing between them, and it was beautiful.

“Fuck, I can’t stop it,” Shane ground out, his hips moving faster. He slapped into Wyatt, the bed shaking with the impact. Wyatt’s hand moved faster on his dick, stroking harder as Shane fucked him, his breathing changing with it.

“Yes, baby.” Wyatt lifted his feet off the bed to plant them on Shane’s shoulders, a strangled groan slipping out as Shane went deeper. “Come on, fuck me. Fuck me like I know you want to, hard and fast. Fuck me so your girl can see how much you love it, how much you need to come. Come on, baby. Come for me. Come for us.”

Shane leaned over Wyatt, coming down on top of him and forcing Wyatt’s knees back and his hips up, his feet still on Shane’s shoulders, and both men groaned at the change in angle.

“Gonna come,” Shane rasped, his hips jerking, his smooth, steady rhythm gone now as he raced to the finish.

“Yes.” Wyatt buried his free hand in Shane’s hair, yanking him up so they were face to face, staring into each other’s eyes, and Veronica could see the exact moment when Shane began to come.

The groan that burst out of him was harsh and guttural, but there was a keening note to it, a wail of surrender buried under the pleasure that Wyatt swallowed in a fierce kiss. She watched Wyatt wrap his arms around his lover, holding him through the tremors and spasms of pleasure that shook his body, fierce and tender all at once. His hand stroked over Shane’s back, slick with sweat, soothing him now as his shudders tapered off, and when he slumped, spent, Wyatt’s arms came around him in an embrace that brought tears to Veronica’s eyes.

So much love, she thought, and her heart swelled with joy for them.

She shifted, intending to slip off the bed and give them some privacy, and both men turned to look at her.

“Hey, beautiful,” Wyatt murmured.

“Hey,” she said back, her tight with emotion.

Shane frowned through the haze of pleasure still clouding his eyes. “You okay?”

“Yes, oh yeah.” She nodded frantically and, not wanting to worry him, worked up a smile. “That was just...wow.”

Wyatt’s grin flashed, though there was a quiet kind of understanding in his bright eyes. “Get your money’s worth, then?”

“And then some,” she assured him and sent him a sassy wink to lighten the mood.

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