Page 44 of The Boys Next Door

Diana ran a hand through her messy hair, staring at the toy in her hand. Ian obviously hadn't considered it private. Why should she care?

“Where is he, anyway?”

“Out. Why, do you want him here too?” Brendan was already reaching into his pocket, pulling out his phone.

“Not necessary,” Diana said quickly. “Don't bother.”

Her head spun. She shouldn't have thought Ian’s visit meant anything. They'd talked, he'd spent the night. So what?

And her body ached with Brendan sitting close by on her mattress, confusing her thoughts. That wasn’t just amusement in his half-lidded eyes, moving over her exposed shoulders and creamy cleavage; lust smoked from his gaze.

She was starting to wonder if she was in over her head. Out of her depth with the twins. But when hadn't she been? She could handle this. She was determined to.

“Whatever you want, sweetness.” The slight smile on Brendan’s face sent a sudden rush of need between her legs. She wanted his hand, gently squeezing her thigh through the covers, to find her bare skin and go straight to her hot center. But he didn’t seem to be in any hurry. “You’re really cute, Di, you know that?”

“Uh — so are you.” And everything she’d already done with Brendan — and Ian — didn’t make it any easier for her to form words right now.

Shyly, she reached out to squeeze his knee in return. Like it was a signal he’d been waiting for, Brendan’s warm hands on her shoulders eased her back onto the bed. Climbing over her, he straddled her hips and smiled down at her. That dimpled grin sent pulses of excitement down her body. Diana moaned softly when he peeled back the covers and cupped her full breasts, arching her back towards his touch.

“So sexy,” he whispered. “You’ve needed this all night, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered back, whimpering a little when he easily rolled her rosy nipples between his fingers.

“Did it feel good to be in front of everyone, Di?”

She flushed. It was such a personal question. Brendan was massaging her breasts now, his large palms taking possession of her full globes.

“Scary,” she said honestly. Her breath caught when he gently pinched her nipples. “But yeah, really good.”

“It was such a turn-on to see you up there.” One warm hand slid from her heavy breast to her smooth belly, cupping the slight softness right below her navel. She squirmed, from the pleasure of his touch and a little self-consciousness about her soft flesh so close to his hard body. Brendan seemed to notice and squeezed her belly more firmly. “Me and Ian both thought so.”

“Really?” Diana tried to give him a skeptical look, but it wasn’t easy to do while melting under his hands. “In my cap and gown that covered everything?”

“Oh yeah.” Bending over, he kissed her neck. “Talking about the three of us. That’s what it was, right, baby?”

“Yes,” she whimpered. Brendan’s warm tongue was teasing her ear now.

“Good. ‘Cause we’ve just gotten started. We have so much more to show you.”

“Like — a butt plug?” Just saying the words sent a hot flush of embarrassment and arousal down her body, but she couldn’t help laughing at the same time.

“Mm-hm. Ian wants to fuck your ass, Di.”

For a second, she was speechless. “Ian isn’t here,” she whispered once she got her voice back. “Is it your job to talk for him?”

Brendan chuckled softly. “Sometimes.”

Before she could ask, the covers fell to the floor, pulled or kicked off, leaving all her soft curves on display. Brendan was stretching out on her narrow mattress, pulling her close, and all she wanted now was to feel his warm palms everywhere. Her hands found his thick hair, tugging. As he massaged her naked curves, easing apart her quivering thighs, heat flooded her skin.

She cried out when Brendan’s hand slipped between her legs, stroking her warm valley. His face lit up when his fingers found her creamy heat. One finger gently pressed between her wet lips, opening her pussy to his touch.

“Oh God,” she moaned softly as his finger sank into her tight cunt. “Brendan—“

“Just like that, Di,” he said reassuringly. More fullness stretched her opening. He must have added a second finger.

Lust washed over her body in waves. She didn’t want him to stop, couldn’t let him stop. When he pulled his fingers out of her juicy pussy, she grabbed his wrist. Then she gasped when something slender and firm slid without warning into her cunt.

“You’re dripping wet, baby,” Brendan whispered soothingly. Before she could protest — though she wasn’t sure she wanted to protest — assured fingers closed over her clit, teasing the hard pearl as he coated the plug with her juices.

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