Page 16 of The Boys Next Door

“Poor baby.” His deep voice was all sympathy. Bringing the dripping chip of ice up to her face, he rubbed it over her lips. Oh God— and she was opening her mouth, letting him feed her the ice cube and sucking her own juices off of it. “Let me make it better.”

The next thing she knew, her legs were spread wide and Ian’s head nestled between her thighs. His impossibly hot tongue licked a long, burning path over her sensitive cunt. The heat right after the cold made Diana’s head spin. She could only grab Ian’s hair, tightening her fingers in it, as he licked her pussy deliberately, swiping his tongue over every crevice of her swollen lips. When her moans turned into shrieks, a comforting hand found her breast — Brendan, caressing her sleepily, but sensuously. She buried her face in the bulk of his shoulder, squealing when Ian took her clit between his lips and sucked on it, digging her heels into his back even as she grabbed his hair and tried to drag his plundering tongue away from her juicy cunt.

Warm palms pressed firmly on her thighs, holding them down and open. His tongue flicked relentlessly over her sensitive clit. Diana's tugs on his hair only seemed to spur him on.

Ian was enjoying this, she realized in amazement. Her cunt spasmed helplessly. She'd always assumed the pleasure went one way only for oral sex, but burying his face in her hot creamy pussy was so obviously turning Ian on that her whole body rippled with excitement, her tingling lips even more alive to his tongue.

Everything was so much more real in the daytime. She was really in the twins’ parents’ bed, oozing hot juice onto the soft white sheets, thrusting her crotch toward Ian’s eager mouth while he pressed her quivering legs against the mattress and she whimpered into Brendan’s shoulder.

Ian raised his head, meeting her wide eyes, and painful arousal ran through her body.

“You’re just creaming yourself,” he whispered. “You’re just a little sex bomb who’s been waiting to explode.”

Was he right? Oh God. He had at least one thing right — she was close to exploding. And when another tongue teased her earlobe, it nudged her even closer. She rolled her head to the side and met half-lidded hazel eyes — sleepy and appreciative. Brendan smiled at her.

“Good morning, sunshine,” he murmured. Movement caught her eye. He was stroking his cock. Diana stared openly at the thick pink stalk between his legs, the rounded satiny head disappearing and emerging from his loose fist, the dark nest of hair at its base. Her mouth actually watered at the sight.

God, he was beautiful. And he was beaming down at his brother’s head between her legs with a delighted smile. Would Ian’s cock look exactly the same? She’d barely seen it in their scuffle. And had Brendan really fit inside her pussy? Ian, too?

“How’d you sleep?” He brushed her dark bangs off her forehead, burying his fingers in her hair. Diana dragged her eyes away from his engorged erection.

“Uh — I slept well.”

He kissed her neck gently. “And how’s your little pussy?”

The big-brotherly concern in his voice, contrasting with the arousal on his face, made her pant for breath, squeezing Ian’s head between her thighs. Brendan’s hand trailed down from her hair to cup her voluptuous breast, rolling her hard nipple soothingly between his fingers.Ian was licking her tender opening now, tonguing her deeply, and as she gasped with pleasure, his fingers began pinching her swollen clit.

“Sore,” she managed.

“But Ian’s making it better, right?”

“Yesssss,” she moaned.

“Good, Di. I told you we’d take care of you.” He nuzzled her neck again and brushed his lips against hers. “Just let it feel good.”

And he began to really kiss her. Oh God — two hot wet tongues were tasting her at the same time, and as Ian soothed the ache between her legs and drove her longing higher, Brendan’s tongue moved deeper and deeper into her mouth. When he nibbled on her lip, she let go of Ian’s head with one hand and pulled Brendan closer to her, kissing him hard.

Finally, they separated for breath.

“This was all — your idea,” she whispered. Her throat was dry with excitement. “Why?”

Brendan massaged the back of her head. “I wanted the three of us to be together again. It's nice, isn't it, Di?”

Diana could only nod, dazed. She could barely think straight, her whole body melting under Ian’s mouth.

“What do you need, baby?” Brendan whispered. She did need something, didn’t she? And he could tell. His dimples deepened as she looked into his handsome face.

“I want to suck you,” she panted.

His broad smile tightened her whole body. “Of course you do.”

Diana stared at Brendan’s cock as he straddled her chest. It seemed enormous in front of her face, and he looked so tall, looming over her and blocking her view of Ian between her legs. All she could feel was an impossibly teasing tongue and fingers exploring her pussy. But Brendan was right — she needed to feel him in her mouth. A little shyly, she wrapped her fingers around his heavy, veined shaft. Then she looked up at him.

“Do what you did last night, sweetness,” Brendan murmured. He stroked her cheeks encouragingly and cupped her chin. “Open your mouth and lick me while Ian licks you.”

Her pussy spasmed again, and Ian growled into her melting cunt. Hands slid to her ass, squeezing the soft cheeks roughly and pulling them apart. Oh God — he was pinching and massaging her ass now, and licking her cunt more firmly as her mouth opened to take in Brendan’s cock.

Yes — she did need something to suck on. Eagerly, her tongue swirled over the plump shiny head, teasing the ridge, licking and sucking as much of the firm shaft as she could fit in her mouth. Brendan was moving, she realized, fucking her mouth with short controlled motions.

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