Page 106 of Sharing Shane

She climbed onto the bed by Wyatt’s hip, then bit her lip when she realized with the way he was positioned, she’d have nothing to hold onto. “Can you move so your head is by the headboard?”

“Uh-uh.” Shane took her hand and gave a tug, holding onto her as she knee-walked her way toward the edge of the mattress, and Wyatt’s head. “I like this position.”

“I won’t have anything to hold onto,” she protested.

“I’ll hold you up,” he promised. He slid his hands to her hips and lifted, positioning her so she faced away from him, her knees on either side of Wyatt’s head.

“Fuck, yeah,” Wyatt rumbled, his breath washing over the needy, greedy flesh between her thighs. He reached for her, long arms and big hands enabling him to reach back to palm her ass as he pulled her down.

“I’ve got you,” Shane said from behind her and wrapped an arm around her ribs just as Wyatt’s tongue slithered over her pussy.

Her sharp gasp mingled with Wyatt’s muttered, “Oh, hell yeah.”

“Feel good?” Shane asked, his voice low and wicked.

“Yes,” she panted.

“Tell him.” Shane stepped closer, his hard chest against her back keeping her upright. “Tell him how it feels. He wants to hear, remember? Tell him.”

“It feels so good,” she groaned, grinding herself against Wyatt’s face. She was so aroused, so primed that she knew it wouldn’t take much to shove her over the edge.

“Tell him.”

“Lick my pussy, Wyatt,” she panted, getting into the dirty talk as the pleasure built. “Fuck it with your tongue, suck on it, fucking make me come.”

Wyatt growled, his hands tightening on the cheeks of her ass and spreading them out, and she moaned.

“Oh yes, spread my ass. Pull it hard,” she commanded, jerking when he complied, only Shane’s hard arms around her keeping her from toppling forward. “Just like that, yes, just like that.”

She closed her eyes and pumped her hips, the pressure building in her belly, tightening her thighs. He licked and nipped and sucked and fucked her with his tongue, almost frantic as she rode him harder, faster. Seeking more pressure, more contact, she angled her hips, and the action pulled her slightly away from Shane.

“What do you need, baby?”

“I gotta lean forward,” she gasped, straining against his hold, relieved when he eased her down so she could plant her hands on the mattress on either side of Wyatt. The new angle put his tongue exactly where she needed it, and she rode it shamelessly.

“Yes, just like that,” she chanted, breathless now as she chased the orgasm. “Don’t move, don’t move, don’t move.”

“Fuck, you look hot,” Shane grunted, and she dimly heard the crinkle of plastic behind her, the snap of latex. She jolted when he brushed against her, firm and hot even through the barrier of the condom.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she hissed spreading her thighs wider and grinding against Wyatt’s tongue. “Fuck me, Shane.”

“Spread her wide for me, Wyatt,” Shane grunted, and Wyatt’s hands clamped down on her ass and pulled, stretching and opening her up and it brought the orgasm rushing toward her like a freight train that hit just as Shane pushed deep.

Her scream filled the air and she convulsed, her pussy clenching around Shane’s cock and against Wyatt’s mouth, incredible pleasure flowing through her like an electrical current, burning and bright. She shook so hard her arms threatened to collapse, only Shane’s hands and Wyatt’s mouth keeping her in place.

“Oh god, oh fuck, oh god,” she chanted. Her orgasm was fading, the familiar lethargy stealing through her, but Wyatt was still licking and Shane was still fucking and incredibly, she felt the tension begin to gather again.

“You going to come again, baby?” Shane rumbled. His hand stroked up her back to tangle in her hair and tug her head up. “You got another one in you?”

“I don’t...I don’t know.” Wyatt flicked his tongue against her clit and she flinched, overly sensitive now, and Shane felt it.

He stilled for a moment, holding himself inside her, then wrapped an arm around her torso. “Wy. Back out.”

Wyatt wiggled out from underneath her, emerging disheveled and glassy-eyed, his face wet from his hair to his chin and a giddy grin on his face.

“That was fucking hot,” he declared, and not bothering to wipe his face, leaned forward to kiss her as Shane resumed thrusting.

She tasted herself on his tongue, musky and sweet. He was laughing when he kissed her, happiness and joy radiating from him so strongly that when he pulled away, she couldn’t help but grin in return.

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