Shane's Fall (The Escort Series Book 2) by Sloane Kennedy Page A

his hot length. Her thumb traced the head and swirled the pre-come that had already started to collect at the tip around.
    Dropping his arms along the top of the couch, he watched as her body instinctively began to take over. Her hand carefully pulled his hardness against her pelvis as her hips slid back and forth over his lap. She brought one of her hands down on his shoulders so she could support herself as she angled her body so that her clit bumped against the hardness of his cock on every up stroke. She was still fully clothed, but the slacks she wore were thin enough that she could clearly feel it every time she rubbed against him and as her movements became jerkier, he realized she was close. Her fingers gripped him hard on the shoulder but the hand around his cock was careful as it began stroking up and down to match the motion of her body. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the rhythm and he forced himself to remain perfectly still as he watched her.
    He was completely devastated by how beautiful she was like this, her head thrown back, her small, perfect breasts jutting out, her hair cascading down around her like a dark waterfall. Even through the dual layers of her shirt and bra, he could see that her nipples were hard and he imagined sucking on them.
    “Shane, I need you to touch me,” she managed to whisper as she released his cock long enough to reach for his arm. She pulled his hand down to where their bodies met and pressed him against, her but then returned her hand to his cock so she could continue stroking him. He felt the moisture through her slacks and underwear, but knew he needed to be closer, so he slipped his hand into her pants, grateful that they were loose enough that he wouldn’t need to work with the button or zipper. He found her clit easily and began stroking it hard to match what she was doing to him. She cried out and then opened her eyes so that she could look at him. He could tell that whatever she was feeling was overwhelming in its newness to her. She began to ride him harder and faster, her grip on his cock tighter as she used more of the pre-come now dripping steadily out of the head to make the glide easier.
    “Shane,” she cried out in confusion along with a little bit of fear.
    “It’s okay, sweetheart, you can let go. I’m here,” he whispered and then she was coming apart. He shifted his hand so that he could continue to stroke her clit with his thumb, but also allow his fingers to cup her opening. As he felt the moisture bathe his hand, he felt his own release come out of nowhere and he gripped her reflexively in his palm as semen shot out of his dick and spurted all over his shirt and her hand. His guttural shout of pleasure in the quiet apartment sounded harsh, even to his own ears.
    As their bodies eased and started to relax, he watched her carefully release him and then she raised her hand up to study the white fluid coating some of her fingers. His body instantly hardened when she looked at him as if asking permission. With his nod, he watched her little pink tongue dart out and lick her hand so she could taste him.
    “Jesus,” he muttered as he automatically stroked her clit. Only at her soft shutter did he remember that he still had his hands in her pants. Realizing that his body already wanted hers again, he carefully disengaged his hand and then gently lowered her so she was sitting on the couch.
    “I’ll be right back,” he said softly as straightened his clothes. She watched him in silence, still dazed. He returned within moments, a damp washcloth in his hand, a fresh T-shirt replacing the cum-stained one. She blushed as he cleaned her hand off with the washcloth.
    “Is it always like that?” she finally asked him.
    He desperately wanted to lie to her but couldn’t, so he shook his head. When she mistook his response as saying it hadn’t been good and her face fell, he gripped her chin in his hand and forced her eyes up to his. “It’s never