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Amanda sinks her fingers into the tuft of Shayne’s blond hair and tugs his head back. Shayne groans, louder than he had before. Amanda can hear his breathing loud and shaky, the way he gulps as he sucks in a mouthful of air.
“We just started and you’re already a mess,” Amanda teases, “Shayne, you really are an ass guy, huh?”
“Shut up,” Shayne wheezes, but it’s with no heat, no venom. He can’t muster it at the moment, she knows that.
Amanda pauses her fingers where they are buried two deep inside of Shayne and she leans over him, her front to his back, presses her lips to the curve of his pale shoulder.
“I thought you liked my mouth,” she says, her voice low.
Shayne attempts to dip his head, but Amanda’s fingers tight in his hair keep him from hiding from her. She’s been fingering him for maybe three minutes, and already he’s trembling deliciously, already breathing heavy, making all sorts of pretty sounds for him.
“Amanda,” Shayne groans.
“Hmm?”
Again, she drags her lips over the skin of his shoulder, peppering his flesh with feather light kisses. She has an idea of exactly what he wants but Amanda doesn’t like to go easy on him in this realm. There is a certain amount of delight in Shayne being putty in her hands, and she wants to hear him say it out loud.
“Will you finger me again, please?” he asks, cutting through any embarrassment or shreds of his dignity and asking point blank for what he wants from her.
“Of course, Shayne,” she says sweetly.
Amanda shifts back so she is kneeling behind him again, releasing his hair and Shayne does let his head dip down between his shoulders, hiding his red face from her.
Shayne is so pretty like this. He’s on his hands and knees on Amanda’s bed, his ass tilted backwards towards her, his hole shiny and slightly opened by her fingers. This is not the first time she’s had him like this, open for her, but Amanda never tires of it.
“I’m going back in,” she warns him and Amanda watches as he visibly relaxes, awaiting her touch.
She doesn’t make him wait long. Amanda presses her two fingers back into Shayne’s tight and slick ass, scissoring them apart, slowly working Shayne open.
He’s moaning again, and Amanda can feel the way his muscles clutch at her, hugging her fingers with how much he wants this, wants her, wants to be full.
Amanda presses deeper, opening him a little more than before and Shayne’s body trembles for her.
“You have no idea how good you look when you’re like this,” Amanda praises.
Shayne gasps out a shivery little sound that makes Amanda throb between her own legs, warm and wet, and equally as ready for Shayne. It’s the little noises she lives for, the way Shayne shakes, how he lets go when they’re together.
Shayne’s always so buttoned up. Not in a way where he can’t have fun or he’s a prude, but in a way where he’s professional. Amanda remembers a TNTL where Ian had called Shayne vanilla and it’s an accurate way to describe him. Amanda had slowly been introducing him to different kinks, positions, opening him up to a more evolved sex-life, stripping away his little vanilla tendencies ever since they started fucking a few months ago.
Their chemistry is undeniable, their podcast wouldn’t be so good if it weren’t. She and Shayne play off of each other with ease and Amanda had been delighted to discover that the chemistry and their dynamic extended to even the bedroom.
“I’m going to add a third,” Amanda tells him.
Shayne nods, “I’m good, I’m ready for it.”
She adds a third finger into his ass, using them to spread him open, to loosen the tight ring of his muscle. She isn’t going to fuck him in the ass tonight. They’ve done that and while they both thoroughly enjoy it, Amanda has other plans, and Shayne is more than happy to indulge them.
Amanda presses deeper and she finds his prostate, brushing it. Shayne yelps and shudders and the upper half of his body lowers to the mattress. The position only pushes his ass up into the air, opens him up more for her fingers.
Amanda does it again, nudging that spot inside of him.
“Amanda!” Shayne groans.
“You’re being so good I can’t help it.”
“I don’t wanna come yet,” he wheezes out, his face against her mattress.
Amanda doesn’t want him to come yet either, so she draws back, her fingers leaving him. She watches as Shayne clenches around nothing, how he lets out the smallest of frustrated sounds as he’s left empty, even if they both know it won’t be for long.
Amanda plants her hands on either side of Shayne’s ass cheeks, and she uses her palms to spread him apart, wide, opening him up for her.
“Nice and open for me,” Amanda says approvingly.
Her one hand leaves his ass, drifting downwards over the swell of his ass, lower, to his balls. She cups them, tugging gently.
Shayne moans in surprise, his voice a deep and aroused rumble.
She plays with his balls just a little, tugging, rolling. She can see his cock so heavy, hard, dripping against her mattress, but she avoids it because Shayne is so turned on, she really doesn’t want him to come yet and spoil their fun.
As she plays with his balls, her other hand seeks out the sleek velvet bag she had brought on to the bed with her. The pouched opening is already unlaced, and Amanda dips a hand inside the soft pouch, withdrawing the butt plug that rests inside.
It’s a medium-sized plug, not too big, perfect for Shayne according to him. It’s sleek, black, silicone, shaped similar to an egg but more pointed at the tip. The base is wider and has a built-in black ring that allows the toy to be removed easily. Shayne had read one too many Reddit stories about objects getting stuck in people’s butts to feel comfortable not having one with an easy ‘out’.
On Amanda’s other side is the bottle of lube. She clicks open the plastic bottle, letting the clear liquid run over the black of the plug, slicking it up. Then, when the toy is nice and wet, Amanda brings it to Shayne’s ass. She rubs the tip against the rim of his hole.
“Fuck,” Shayne moans.
“Excited for it?”
“Yeah,” Shayne admits. “I’ve been thinking about when we could use it again.”
Amanda smiles and drags the tip around the muscle of his ass, teasing a little, not quite giving him what he wants just yet. Shayne pushes back, eager for the toy.
“Alright, I can see you’re impatient.”
She notches the toy against Shayne’s hole and begins to press against it. Shayne’s body yields for her, opening for the plug. Amanda watches as Shayne’s body swallows the plug inch by inch, until it’s fully seated inside of him, the base sticking out with the ring.
Amanda loops her finger in the ring of the plug and plays with it, pushing deeper before pulling out just a fraction. Shayne responds immediately, arching, chasing the feeling of the toy inside of him.
Finally, Amanda herself is soaked, and turned on and she can’t wait any longer, can’t tease him anymore because she needs him just as badly.
“That’s going to keep you nice and full,” Amanda says, patting Shayne’s ass. “In the meantime, can you lay on your back for me?”
Shayne rolls easily on to his back, groaning a bit with the way the plug must shift around inside of him with the movement. He lays at the head of her bed, stretched out on the mattress, his cock hard and jutting up with need, begging for her attention.
It takes all the resistance in the world for Amanda not to wrap her fingers around his reddened cock and stroke him, pump him in her fist a few times, but she holds back.
“Ready for me?” Amanda asks.
“Yeah, I’m ready,” Shayne says, licking his lips.
Amanda moves so she is next to him. She throws her leg over his hip so she is straddling Shayne’s lap, but she’s facing the foot of the bed, her back to Shayne’s head. Amanda feels his cock brush the skin of her belly, leaving a smear of pre-come against her flesh.
Amanda raises her body, shifting herself backwards until her pussy is directly over Shayne’s face. She can feel when his hands come up to hold her ass. Amanda is braced on one hand in the mattress, her own face hovering near Shayne’s hard cock.
Now, finally, Amanda curls his fingers around Shayne’s dick and pumps him once from base to tip, feeling him twitch in her hold. His pre-come leaks from the head, smearing with her fingers along the shaft, slicking up his cock with the movement of her hand.
Amanda licks her lips and she’s about to take Shayne into her mouth when she feels him pull her pussy down to meet his mouth. Shayne’s tongue laps at the outside of her pussy, tracing the folds. He moans like she’s the one sucking him, but she hasn’t, distracted by the heat and wet of Shayne’s mouth, how the tip of his tongue seeks out her clit, nudging the sensitive nub.
“Fuck,” Amanda groans, squeezing at Shayne’s dick. “Oh, fuck, Shayne.”
Amanda lowers her own mouth down on to Shayne, feeling the hardness of him slip between her lips. He tastes good. He always does. Her tongue swirls around the head, pressing against the underside of his dick, tracing the vein that is prominent there.
It’s hard to focus on sucking Shayne’s dick when Shayne’s tongue presses inside of her, lapping at her like he’s a man possessed, like he’s starving and she’s the first meal he’s had in ages. His strong hands are holding her thighs, keeping her close. Amanda moaning around his cock.
She can’t help the way she shifts down against him, grinding shamelessly on to his face. Amanda bobs her head, removing her hand from the base of the his cock and letting her mouth inch downwards, swallowing Shayne until her lips touch the base of his cock.
Amanda feels Shayne shake as he tries to fight back the urge to fuck upwards, to lift his hips and fuck her mouth. To make up for Shayne’s penchant to be a gentleman, Amanda sets a steady pace, a bit quicker than usual, sucking Shayne’s cock, letting his slide into her throat before she pulls back to take just the tip.
Shayne pulls his mouth away from her cunt and Amanda whines in her throat.
“Sorry, fuck. Just, holy shit,” Shayne babbles.
He squeezes Amanda’s thighs and drags her backwards, lifting his mouth to meet her. He’s in a frenzy, his tongue sliding over her, inside of her.
Now, it’s Amanda’s turn to pull off, but she uses her hand jerking Shayne off with the slickness of her own spit.
“Shayne, can I grind on your mouth?” Amanda asks, breathless, desperate to feel him.
He squeezes her ass, pulling away.
“Of course, holy fuck.”
Amanda takes him back into her mouth. At the same time, she presses down on to Shayne’s tongue, grinding against his face as he fucks her with his tongue, and she sucks his cock. As Amanda sucks him off, she lowers a hand between Shayne’s legs, finding the base of the plug, toying with it even as she sucks him off.
Shayne can’t control the way he jerks upwards now, how he meets her mouth. His body arching to meet her. Amanda adjusts, pulling back, letting him fuck into her mouth, letting him chase that sense of pleasure. She can feel him twitching in her mouth, his thick cock throbbing, leaking pre-come on her tongue and down her throat.
Her own mind is foggy with arousal, the heat in her stomach building steadily by his practiced tongue, the way his fingers hold her open, tracing the line of her cunt, his hands spreading her open so he can work his tongue into her.
She hopes he can feel her too, how wet she is, how much she wants him, how good she feels. The fire burns brightly inside of her. As much as Amanda wants to come, she really wants to make Shayne come first. Amanda swallows him down to the hilt, as deep as she can, feeling him thick in her throat. She hums around his cock. Shayne twitches, tongue slipping over her pussy, brushing her clit, making her whimper around him.
The same time as she deepthroats him, she gets her finger on the butt plug and uses the handle to press it deeper, angling it slightly with her fingertips, fucking him just a bit with the toy. It’s not as long as the dildos he’s taken but he still jerks under her and Amanda doesn’t let up, sucking him and playing with the plug inside of Shayne.
Shayne moves his mouth from her pussy and Amanda lets out a whine.
“I’m close, oh fuck. Amanda, I’m gonna come. You’re going to make me come.”
He says it as a warning, to allow her time to pull off, but she doesn’t. She keeps him deep even as she gags slightly, tugging and wiggling the plug in Shayne’s ass. His hands grip her ass like a vice, but he doesn’t put his mouth back on her yet, instead shuddering, moaning, his body arching to meet her as he comes.
Amanda feels Shayne come down her throat. She pulls back just enough to be able to swallow it easier, the slick load sliding bitterly down her throat. She sucks him through his orgasm, sucking his rapidly softening cock. Amanda keeps licking, sucking, until Shayne finally hisses with sensitivity.
Amanda pulls off, watching Shayne’s cock lay twitching and slick against his thigh. She can hear him panting behind her, his hands stroking her hips and waist as he comes down and regains composure. She lets go of the plug, her own pussy throbbing with need.
“Hey, come here,” Shayne says.
Amanda grins and then she shifts so she’s off of his waist, moving up to the head of the bed.
“Come on,” Shayne says, “Want to taste you again. I wanna make you come now.”
“I’m not going to complain about that.”
It’s with ease that Amanda straddles Shayne’s face, her thighs squeezing at each side of his head. She settles on to Shayne’s mouth, his tongue pressing inside of her deep and hot. He doesn’t start slow, instead, picking up right where he left off. He circles her clit, sucks at the bundle of nerves, has Amanda arching against him.
Her hand finds Shayne’s hair, fisting into the blond locks. Shayne moans against her, the vibrations sinking into her skin. He’s holding her thighs now as he feasts on her like a starving man. He’s good with his tongue, with his mouth, the way he noses at her, the way the pointed tip of his tongue traces her trembling clit.
That heat explodes in Amanda’s belly, feverish, intense. She pulls Shayne’s hair, tipping her head back as she moans his name. Amanda is a little shameless as she rides Shayne’s mouth, his face, holding his head and hair. He just takes it all, lets her ride his mouth, his tongue slippery as it moves from her clit to her folds, before slicking into her depths.
Her mind is foggy with the arousal, with the need to come on Shayne’s mouth, on Shayne’s tongue. She has a death-grip on his hair, and he holds her as close as possible as she rides his face. That heat climbs through her, settling in every part of her body, Amanda feels her toes curl, the muscles in her legs and thighs burning.
“Oh fuck! Shayne, oh my god!”
That’s all Amanda can manage to get out before she’s shuddering, clinging to Shayne’s head, twisting fingers in his hair, and coming on his mouth. Just as she had done to him, he works her through it, his tongue insistent, lapping up her come, licking her, flickering over her clit as she hisses and jerks forward.
Finally, she can take no more and Amanda eases herself off of him.
Her body is warm, boneless and she has every desire in the world to collapse on the mattress next to Shayne until she has enough energy to take a shower. Before she can do that, she moves back between his legs, nudging his thighs apart.
“Can I?” she asks, looking up at him, even as she catches her breath.
Shayne’s mouth and cheeks are shiny with her come. His hair is sticking up even more than it usually does, his lips red, and his blue eyes pitched darker than she’s used to. He looks debauched in the worst way.
“Yeah,” he croaks out.
Amanda loops her finger in the hole in the base of the plug again, and then carefully begins to pull it out. She watches as the toy spreads Shayne open on it’s way out, stretching his hole, though not too badly, but enough for Shayne to groan, his cock twitching against his stomach where it lays spent.
She moves the toy aside, to be cleaned when she and Shayne eventually take a shower. For now, she settles at the head of the bed with him. His arms are already open and waiting for her. He had used a tissue from the box on the nightstand to wipe his face and Amanda smiles as she settles into his hold.
Her head against the cradle of his shoulder and arm and her leg looped lazily over his own.
“So that was fun,” Amanda says, smirking up at Shayne.
He barks out a laugh, “Fun is an understatement. That was incredible.”
“See! I knew you’d like it. You just have to trust me more.”
“I do trust you,” Shayne says, bringing her hand to his mouth to press a kiss there. “That’s what gets me into these messes.”
Amanda rolls her eyes, but she sits up so she can press a kiss to his mouth, tasting herself on his tongue, and she’s sure Shayne can taste himself too.
“So, now we’re going to have to go even crazier next time to top this,” Shayne says once their kiss breaks.
Amanda settles into the crook of his arm again, fingers tracing lazy patterns on Shayne’s chest.
“Oh, I have lots of ideas, Shayne. Trust me.”