Page 67 of The Boys Next Door

Downstairs, a door slammed. The garage opened, then closed. They were alone in her house.

“Brendan, please…”

His lips brushed her forehead in a light kiss, and God, she was rubbing her pussy shamelessly against his leg now. She couldn’t wait, she couldn’t help wrapping her fingers around his hand and pulling it to her firm breast, then sliding her own hand over his hard abs to cup the heavy bulge in his shorts.

“Di,” Brendan said in a low voice, almost a warning. “You want this right now?”

“Please,” she whispered again.

When she met Brendan’s eyes, he put his fingers under her chin and tilted her face towards his. His kiss was soft, his lips warm on hers, like that first kiss he’d given her in her room two weeks ago while she’d prickled with nervousness. When she opened her mouth to take in his hot tongue, his touch stayed gentle.

“It’s okay, baby,” he murmured between open-mouthed kisses. A large hand caressed the underside of her heavy breast through her camisole. Diana didn’t know who he was reassuring more — her or himself. “Everything’s going to be okay.”

She cried out when he cupped her breast fully, his palm warm and firm against her hard nipple. Her hand roamed over his muscled body, stroking the hair on his arm, slipping under his t-shirt to rub his back. Her other hand found the back of his head, holding him close as she moaned softly into his juicy kisses.

“Good, Di,” Brendan whispered. Yes. That’s what she needed to hear. She was good. Everything was good, everything was all right. She buried her fingers in Brendan’s hair, moaning again when he sucked on her lower lip. “That’s it.”

Gently, he rolled her onto her back and peeled off her pink camisole. His mouth closed over one rosy nipple. “Mmmm,” he murmured. “You taste so sweet.”

“Brendan,” she moaned. Her fingers tangled in his hair again. His tongue on her ripe bud was driving her crazy, and she tried to tug his head down to her pussy, but Brendan just kept licking her generous breast.

“So gorgeous, Di.” He bit her nipple lightly, and her hips bucked toward him. “You know last night was because of you.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Everybody wanted you. And you wanted it. You weren’t shy, sweetness. You were you.”

“Yes,” she panted, “but—“

Brendan was nibbling her nipple, then sucking on it, the changing sensations making her head spin.

“Do you want Ian here too?” Hazel eyes flicked up to meet hers. Brendan climbed over her so their gazes were level. He squeezed her full breasts gently, and she shuddered. “Do you want me to call him, Di?”

“No,” she said stubbornly. She could feel Ian’s heavy body on top of hers. Her mouth was desperate for his hot kisses. She needed to clutch his back, urge him into her soaked cunt, rock with him to release. Be with him. Know him. “No,” she whispered again.

“Tell the truth, baby.” Brendan looked down at her, his face intent. He rolled both puckered nipples between his fingers, rubbing his thumb over the sensitive buds as she arched her back from the sharp pleasure.

“He told you not to talk about him,” she panted. “So let’s not talk about him.” Oh God, she wanted Ian here more than anything, but she could never really get everything she wanted from him, could she? She didn’t just want sex. She wanted so much more, she wanted all of him, and it could never, ever work. “I am telling you the truth,” she whispered into Brendan’s neck. She pulled him down next to her and squeezed his thick erection through his shorts, whimpering with need when he pinched her nipples harder and harder.

As her whimpers rose, Brendan worked his hand into her panties. One finger caressed her aching clit, stroking the little nub firmly until she cried out. “You’re so fucking wet, Di.”

“Brendan, please…” She bucked on his hand, rubbing her slick lips against his touch, and gasped when a finger slid into her tight cunt.

“Say you want him.” Brendan’s whisper was urgent. There was no teasing smile on his face, no sign he was playing with her. His sudden pleading expression, his voice begging her to ask for his brother like it would make things right between the three of them — she hadn’t known Brendan could need something so badly. “Say what we both know.” He squeezed her mound. “Say what you need.”

She sobbed quietly into his neck, shuddering with excitement and the strain of not moaning out Ian’s name as Brendan massaged her needy pussy.

“No, I don’t care about Ian,” she gasped. “I want you to fuck me.”

Brendan took in a long breath, then let it out. Fingers wrapped around her wrist and pushed her hand off the heavy bulge of his cock. His palm gave her quivering pussy one last squeeze, then eased out of her soaked panties.

“Brendan— No… What are you doing?”

He was shaking his head. God, his warm body was so close to hers, and she just needed him to quench the heat between her legs right now…

“Please,” she whispered. She grasped Brendan’s cock again — ragingly hard — with one hand, and tried to pull him on top of her with the other. “Don’t stop. I just want to feel you.”

She looked up at Brendan pleadingly. She was confused, she knew, but this would help her understand. She was sure of it. And she was so horny. God, Ian hadn’t been kidding when he’d called her insatiable. And she was determined not to think about him right now.

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