Page 67 of Sharing Shane

“I can’t think of anything,” she admitted. “Something you ride really hard until you come.”

Laughter and lust were a tangled mess inside him. “Like this?” he asked and flexed his hips.

She shuddered against him, breathless and flushed. “Oh God, do that again.”

He did, shuddering along with her. “We need to get horizontal. Bed or couch?”

“Where are the condoms?” she asked, panting in his ear.

“My bag. By the bed.”

She dragged her teeth along the sensitive curve of his neck. “Can you get us there without dropping me?”

“Not if you do that,” he warned, and she laughed.

“Hurry,” she urged, and he dug his fingers into her thighs and shuffled his feet forward until his toes knocked into the platform. He stepped up carefully, taking more of her weight onto his hands and bouncing her a little, then he was on flat ground again and striding toward the bed.

“Hold on,” he warned and fell across the bed with her.

She sprawled on top of him, temporarily knocking the wind out of him, and by the time he got it back she was sitting up, straddling him and working the dress over her head. He reached out to help, yanking it off and tossing it aside, then pulled off his shirt before sitting back to enjoy the view.

“Goddamn, you’re pretty,” he muttered and reached up to take her bare breasts in both hands.

They were heavy and round, spilling over his hands, tight little nipples stabbing into his palms and making his mouth water. He squeezed gently, then harder when she arched into his hands, remembering how much she’d loved it the night before.

Her hands came up to wrap around his wrists, her eyes closing on a moan. “You really like that,” he muttered and squeezed harder.

She leaned into his grip, her hair falling forward to curtain her face. Her eyes fluttered open, glowing gold and green.

“Too many clothes,” she groused and dropped his wrists to fumble with his fly. She wrenched the button free and dragged the zipper down, and he lifted his hips to help. She rose to her knees to give herself more room to work, and he got distracted by the tiny swatch of green lace across her hips.

“This is nice.” He trailed a finger at the band of lace under her belly button, fascinated when the muscles rippled under his touch.

She gripped the waistband of his pants and boxers and yanked, dragging them below his ass and working them down. She got them to his knees and then he took over, kicking them free and onto the floor.

She gave a hum of delight, her gaze focused on his freed cock. It bobbed in the air, the light glinting off the trio of piercings. She reached out, wrapped a hand around him, and squeezed.

He grunted, pumping up into her grip. “Let me get a condom.”

“In a minute,” she said absently, all of her focus on the plump head. She slid her hand up, her fingertips swirling through the fluid already bubbling up. He hissed out a breath when she bumped over the piercings, pleasure spiking through him at the soft touch. Her gaze flicked to his face as she repeated the caress. “Shane?”

“Yeah?”

“Will these—”, she tapped her fingernail against the centermost piercing, the dull clack loud in the quiet room, “—get in my way if I go down on you?”

“Shouldn’t,” he managed, trying not to overheat at the idea. “You want a condom?”

She blinked in surprise. “Do I need one?”

He struggled to concentrate. “My last STI panel was clear, less than a month ago. But it’s up to you.”

“I’m okay not using one for oral,” she said and smiled. “But thanks for thinking of it.”

She wriggled her butt down his thighs and leaned over. He held his breath, his eyes locked on her mouth as she lowered her head. Her tongue came out to lap at him, and he ground his teeth to keep from shoving his dick into her face.

“Yum,” she whispered, and he didn’t think she was saying it for his benefit. She shifted, sliding further down his thighs and tightening her grip at the base. She pointed the head at her mouth, lifted her lashes so she was staring directly into his eyes, and sucked him in.

“Jesus fuck.” His hands fisted on the sheet under him, his hips arching up as the wet heat of her mouth engulfed him. She slid down, her tongue swirling along the underside of his shaft, then back up again, and her teeth bumped into the piercings.

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