Page 62 of The Boys Next Door

She knew the broad male chest pressed against her back, the solid arm circling her waist -- Brendan. His steady touch calmed her, easing the confusion of lying in a strange bed, naked with a buzzing head.

A delicate snore behind Brendan made her giggle suddenly, and she quickly rolled over and buried her laugh in Brendan’s warm shoulder. He shifted, settling against her and pulling her close, smiling in his sleep. A hand dropped down to cup her ass.

Over the slope of his broad back, Diana saw bare feminine curves and one last candle, still lit and near the end of its life.

Last night? Last night. Oh, sweet merciful everything,last night.

Had it really happened? It hadn’t. She was dreaming, right now, as her eyes moved over the very detailed poster about Scorpio hanging above the very naked girl fast asleep against Brendan’s back.

She was definitely dreaming up the five bodies tangled up on one bed. The total stranger sheets pressing against her cheek, soft and purple, smelling like patchouli. The fact that a gorgeous girl, the type who’d always intimidated her, was snoring, not to mention that the bed hadn’t cracked.

And everything she’d done — and liked it.

She buried her face in Brendan’s shoulder again, breathing in his scent, aware of the other male body behind her and the heat coming off it. God, her hair had to be a sweaty mess, she didn’t even want to know the state of her makeup, her skin prickled with the warmth of both twins’ bodies, and her thighs were wet and juicy. She couldn’t help rubbing her hardening nipples against Brendan’s chest. He let out a soft sound of enjoyment.

After she’d drifted off last night, after she’d completely lost control with the twins, and God — those girls — she’d half-woken a little later, pleasantly fuzzy, her head resting on Ian’s slow-breathing chest.

Hands had smoothed her sweaty hair back from her face. A low voice had whispered in her ear: Brendan, asking if she was okay.

She’d nodded and reached for him, pulling him down to her as sensations took over: powerful arms wrapping around her. Brendan’s muscular leg parting hers. His cock, gliding easily into her soaked and tingling pussy. His murmurs that he’d take it easy on her after Ian. Her thighs, sore, but instinctively hugging his waist, as she yielded to his soft kisses on her lips and his gentle strokes into her aching cunt.

Brendan’s warm hands held her tightly against him, angling her ass to fuck her more deeply, until she felt Ian stir and she whispered in Brendan’s ear that she wanted to turn over. Then she gasped when hardness speared her swollen pussy from behind, moving in and out with coaxing strokes that made her wetter and wetter, while she beckoned Ian in front of her and opened her lips to his cock, hot and silky smooth and juicy and perfect. She wanted him to say something, anything, as she swirled her tongue over his swollen head and lapped up the pearl of liquid oozing out, but he just watched her, eyes half-closed, hands fisting in her hair.

And oh yes, Brendan was exploring her full hanging breasts with one large palm, rubbing his thumb softly over her puckered nipples, arousing her beyond belief and urging her in his most reassuring voice to take Ian’s cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. God, her cunt was so full, her mouth was so full, she needed to moan and she couldn’t even manage it around Ian’s thick shaft, but no way would she stop, not when Ian was actually whimpering above her, raw sounds of arousal and need driving every lick and suck as she bathed his cock with her tongue.

She was vaguely aware of the girls next to them, flashes of smooth shifting bodies and low nuzzling sounds. Soft skin brushed against hers, and two pairs of eyes eagerly watched her writhe between the twins.

Diana couldn’t resist wriggling more, sucking Ian harder, thrusting toward Brendan faster, moaning louder as Ian pulled back. Jesus, this was so crazy, and it was so hot to hear the girls moaning too as they drank in the sight of the twins fucking her—

But when Brendan’s roaming hand massaged its way down the curve of her belly and cupped her mound, one finger finding her clit, she couldn’t concentrate on anything but the slow waves of pleasure spreading from his sure touch and the hot cock sliding over her tongue.

“That’s it, sweetness,” Brendan murmured. “Come for us, Di. Just like that.”

Diana gasped with need and release around Ian’s cock, heard him grunt. As he pulled on her hair, her slick pussy rippled on Brendan’s thickness, spasming harder and harder. Ian was flexing his hips now, fucking her mouth, his body taut with the effort to control his movements.

Fingers tightened on her full hips. She hadn’t needed to look over her shoulder to know that Brendan was coming deep in her quivering pussy, whispering that she was so sexy and he was so proud of her, while Ian filled her mouth with hot cream, his low hoarse groans meeting her ears.

Ian. The buzzing in her head turned into sharpness. Diana rolled over in Brendan’s sleep-heavy arms and reached in front of her for Ian, just wanting to rub her face against his chest and breathe with him.

Her eyes focused. And oh God, Ian’s eyes were closed, his lashes resting on his cheeks, his eyelids looking kissable, while he moved and groaned softly. A naked female body spooned him from behind. Red curls brushed his shoulder. A lithe arm snaked under his, exploring his muscled chest. He shifted and let out anmmmmmas the hand trailed down his hard abs.

This wasn’t happening. It was. And it had been okay to see Brendan with another girl in the heat of the moment, even intensely sexy to watch, but one hundred per cent wrong for Ian.

As Diana stared, the girl’s hand moved idly over Ian’s stomach, exactly where her own hand should be, ruffling the line of hair and stopping to tickle his belly button. Ian’s eyes opened, met Diana’s, and he grunted more loudly, unmistakeable arousal in his fogged-over gaze. His cock was rapidly hardening. Jesus, was he getting off on her watching?

Suddenly everything halted, everyone was awake and staring at her, Ian was blinking, his eyes not quite focusing, because she’d actually roared “MINE!” and made a grab for him.

Then aching rushed through her head, and she couldn’t swallow around the lump in her throat.

“I need to go,” she whispered, embarrassment flooding her cheeks.

Oh my God, where were her clothes? She sat up, looking around wildly. That was…her black bra hanging off a lamp shade? A bra. Someone’s bra. Forget about her underwear, Ian had reduced it to shreds last night, and dammit, those panties hadn’t been cheap.

The brunette rolled over on the other side of Brendan and mumbled something about saving the drama for the morning. Jesus. Breasts. She was looking at another girl’s breasts. She’d done a lot more than look last night. But it was still last night, wasn’t it?

“Where the hell is a clock?” Diana grumbled. Suddenly, knowing the time was extremely important. “Can someone just tell me where to find a goddamn clock?”

God, she sounded grumpy and bitchy beyond all get-out, she wasn’t making sense even to herself, and the whole time her body was screamingIanand she couldn’t even look at him.

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