Page 48 of The Boys Next Door

When he stopped licking for half a second, she didn’t know whether to thank him or kill him. Then firm lips closed around her engorged clit, sucking so hard the bed dropped out from under her.

“Ian! Jesus!” she gasped.

As her thighs clasped Ian’s head, Brendan’s hands closed over her breasts. His solid body pressed against her curves, her own hand clutched his hot cock for dear life, her other hand pulled Ian’s hair, hard. Her mattress creaked and rocked as she bucked her hips against Ian’s tongue.

Any minute now, they were all going to tumble onto the floor, but the twins anchored her in place, and just when she was on the brink, gasping, her pussy oozing hot cream onto her sheets, Ian’s mouth eased up.

His tongue roamed over her swollen lips, exploring them so intimately that Diana felt completely open and exposed to him. Dammit, she was so close to coming, she couldn’t take it, and when she tried to urge Ian’s head back towards her clit, he just grunted and probed her tight opening with his tongue.

Diana’s whole body tensed up at the way the thick muscle tugged at her sensitive entrance, pushing against her moist flesh. Insistent hands squeezed her ass cheeks, forcing the soft globes apart. When his fingers found the flared end of the plug nestled in her ass, he growled into her cunt.

Pulling back, he climbed over her. Palms spread her soft thighs. His cock sank into her sopping cunt in one long thrust. Yes— no— feeling him in there right above the firm cylinder filling her ass— it was just this side of too much. When she let out a sharp cry, he kissed her, hard.

“Ian — Ian — oh God —“

“What do you want, little girl?” His voice was thick with lust. “Why’d you call me here tonight?”

Jesus, what could she say? Ian had to be loving every minute of this. He’d never let her hear the end of it. So she might as well go for broke.

“Because I want you to fuck my ass.” She’d wanted to sound confident, but it came out a bare whisper.

For a second, no one spoke. Diana’s thighs trembled from the effort of holding them open. Brendan gently squeezed her breast, his thumb pressing into the round curve. Ian just stared at her. His mouth was half open, panting. Then he turned to glance at his brother. Some silent communication passed between them.

Without a word, Ian flexed his hips backward, withdrawing his cock from her clasping pussy. Diana wanted so badly for him to fill her again…to be filled…

She reached for him, but he unfolded his body from the bed and braced his hands on her desk, his chest heaving. Then he crossed the room and knelt in front of her record player.

The candles had burned down. A faint wash of moonlight showed Ian crouched low, flipping through the LPs he’d teased her about last week. Diana couldn’t stop staring at his flushed body, his meaty cock slick with her juices, his hanging balls. And God, she was so close to coming, and Brendan was pinching her tight nipples more and more firmly, squeezing her heavy breasts until she whimpered and tried to pull him on top of her, but he didn’t budge.

Ian may have made fun of her record player, but he knew how to use it. The needle settled down. Warm slow music, the volume turned low, filled the room. Two guitars and a voice that sounded like a whisper for more.

“Get on top of Brendan, Diana,” Ian said gruffly in her ear.

Dazed, her skin sparking from every touch, she let Brendan guide her on top of him, centering her crotch firmly over his cock. Her creamy legs were braced on either side of his hips. Her breasts begged to be squeezed as they swung over him. She gasped when he spread her soaked lips open and settled his thick shaft along her quivering pussy.

“Please,” she whispered. She’d never been so aroused and desperate to come.

Brendan just tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her down for a soft kiss. She shuddered when he massaged his way down her back. Then large hands cupped her cheeks from below, squeezing and pinching her flesh until she stopped pleading and just moaned, giving in to Ian’s touch. Fingers eased the plug from her ass, and she clenched up tight.

Behind her, she heard the rustle of the paper bag. Cool liquid suddenly drizzled over her rosebud, dripping down her cleft. A finger rubbed it into her sensitive opening.

When she twisted around to look over her shoulder, she was just in time to see Ian rubbing more lube onto his cock, fisting his shaft until it glistened. His half-lidded gaze roved over the curves of her ass and up her arched back.

Then her hips were being gripped. Hot skin nudged her rosebud, pushing with steady pressure. Her cheeks parted as the head of Ian’s cock sank in.

“Wait,” Diana yelped, instinctively pulling away. God, she wanted to do this, but it was so uncomfortable. Her cry turned into a low moan when Brendan’s fingers surrounded her clit.

“Diana,” Ian said quietly. “Relax.”

Her ass clenched on his cock again, and she stifled a cry in Brendan’s shoulder. Ian stopped and held still.

“I can’t,” she whispered.

Ian leaned close. God, she wanted to see his face, look into his eyes, but all she felt was his warm breath on her ear and the heat from his chest, beating onto her bare back.

“You’re beautiful, Diana.” His voice was soft. Low. Her whole body flushed at the compliment. Ian had never told her she was beautiful. Her narrow channel, fluttering around his thick cock, suddenly eased up a little. She gasped when he sank in further. “I want all of you.”

“I want all of you too,” she whispered.

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