Page 28 of The Boys Next Door

Before she could see his reaction — had she really just said that? — she leaned forward and engulfed his warm cock with her mouth.

As soon as his swollen head touched her tongue, Brendan plunged forward, sending her lips sliding down Ian’s cock. Oh — he’d definitely done that on purpose. Her mouth was so full now of hard male, slippery and salty, her nose filled with the musky scent of Ian’s balls.

Ian’s fingers tangled in her hair, holding her firmly, and for a moment, she could only suck and lick, her jaw aching a little. As Brendan eased back, she was able to move too, her mouth sliding up the thick erection between her lips. She let her tongue swirl all over the smooth head, remembering Brendan’s patient voice coaching her on Sunday morning in bed.

Ian was groaning now. Dimly, Diana hoped her parents wouldn’t hear anything over the TV downstairs. The thought only lasted a second, because Brendan’s fingers, still exploring the soft curve of her belly, slipped downward to meet her clit. He gave it a very un-Brendan-like pinch, and she yelped around Ian’s cock.

“That’s it, sweetness,” Brendan murmured. His fingers switched to caressing the swollen bud, leaving it every so often to wander around her sensitive lips stretched open around his cock. Yes…swirling pleasure gathered in her pussy, rushing inward from his teasing touch. “How does it feel fucking both of us?”

She could only moan around Ian’s cock. Ian was moaning, too, as she sucked him harder. His tugs on her hair sent shudders through her body. His free hand reached below her, tweaking her hanging nipples forcefully. How could that feel so good?

Curious, she scraped her teeth very gently along his hard shaft, and he jerked in her mouth.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “Diana…”

She bit down on his cock, lightly. With a muffled yell, Ian thrust into her mouth, catching her off-guard. She did her best to keep up with him, massaging her tongue over his meaty erection while Brendan filled her deeply, again and again, rubbing her clit more and more firmly. She needed — she couldn’t—

Brendan’s fingers sent her crashing over the edge. She moaned helplessly around Ian’s cock, squeezing his muscular thighs, as Brendan’s sure touch coaxed her melting pussy to quiver and spasm on the unyielding rod thrusting into her tightness.

“That’s right,” Brendan whispered. Thick fingers urged her through more ripples of pleasure. “Just like that. You come so good for us, baby.”

Her body buzzed. It just didn’t stop. All of it — Brendan’s cock, Ian’s cock, her spasming pussy… All Diana could do was gasp for breath, waves of release washing over her whole body.

She was grateful for Brendan’s strong hands on her waist — the only thing keeping her from collapsing onto the bed as he firmly fucked her.

Ian’s hands tightened in her hair, pulling hard. She made herself look up at him, her mouth full. His face, contorted with animal lust, was almost unrecognizable except for the hazel eyes locked on hers: narrow, then suddenly opening wide.

Hot creamy liquid flooded her mouth, coating her tongue in big spurts. Prepared for the flavor this time, Diana sucked eagerly, licking Ian’s silken head, gripping his thick shaft in one hand, his deep grunts encouraging her, until his breathing slowed. Finally, she pulled her lips from his cock, her jaw aching a little, holding Ian’s gaze when she swallowed.

As they stared at each other, Brendan squeezed her hips, levering her body, his powerful strokes forcing the breath out of her. Her arms trembling, she let her weight fall on her shoulders, her face buried in Ian’s crotch. Her cheek rested against his thigh. His velvet cock, still hard, was right in her face. She breathed in his musky scent, barely aware of his fingers still tight in her hair or his other hand squeezing her breast as Brendan’s soft and satisfied groans, his deep rhythmic thrusts, told her he was coming in her pussy.

The three of them lay tangled in her sheets, breathing together. After a few minutes, Diana lifted her head from Brendan’s shoulder and stretched — or did her best to, nestled between warm male flesh. The twins both stretched too, their skin sliding against hers, then unfolded their muscular bodies from her bed. Diana watched, her eyes half-closed, as they pulled on their shorts and t-shirts.

“We’ll let you study now,” Brendan whispered in her ear. “Good luck on your finals. You’ll do great.”

With a wink and a kiss on her cheek, he angled his body easily through the open window. Branches creaked below him.

Ian paused for a minute, his eyes raking over Diana’s naked curves curled up in bed, then the jumbled papers on her desk. He looked like he was going to say something, but he just turned and followed his brother out into the night.

Chapter Four

Warm grass pressed against Diana’s cheek. The sun had already set, but the ground still held heat from the ninety-degree May day. Not just any day — her last-ever day of high school, the day before graduation.

She was done. Done with finals, done with APs, done with pep rallies and limited class options and high school bathrooms. It hadn’t really sunk in yet.

Rolling onto her back, she lifted her arms over her head, stretching from head to toe and ignoring the grass stains smudging her white skirt. On either side, her friends reminisced lazily about the past four years. Overhead, pinpoints of stars dotted the navy blue sky. Lit embers glowed red in the night air, and earthy smoke curled over the circle of people in her friend Marissa’s backyard.

At any other party, Diana would have left an hour ago. The minute any kind of substance came out, she’d always fled for home. Illegal, sure, but above all: scary. Who knew what could happen when everyone around her lost control? Or worse — when she lost control?

But tonight, sprawled on the lawn with all her friends, she hadn’t mumbled an excuse and rushed out the door when someone lit up a joint. She’d just stayed. And when the joint made it to her, she’d accepted it gingerly, taken a hit, and immediately embarrassed herself with a fit of mortified coughing.

“Diana? You okay?” Marissa giggled.

“Fine,” she choked. God, that smoke tasted disgusting. Worse than the hangover cure Ian had cooked up the morning after she’d given him her virginity — and taken Brendan right afterwards. The memory made her thighs clench.

Suddenly, she saw Ian’s challenging expression — one eyebrow raised and that mocking little grin, turning her insides over in a slow curl. She practically felt Brendan’s hand on her back, reassuring her and making her unbearably hot at the same time. She took another hit. The second one was easier, once she got used to the unfamiliar feeling of smoke filling her lungs.

“Diana’s smoking up?” Janelle, across the circle, scrambled toward her. “This I have to see. This is, like, a watershed event. This doesn’t happen every day.”

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