Page 34 of The Boys Next Door

“Please,” she whispered, her palms finding his muscled chest. Her thumbs stroked tiny hard nipples. He twitched under her hands, but it didn’t give anything away. Pressing her face into his hard shoulder, she licked salty skin, and he moaned.

Did the twins taste different? God, she should have been paying attention. All she could say was that they both tasted musky and male and intense.

Fingers were playing gently in her wet folds, tickling her aroused pussy as it stretched around the dildo. Another hand cupped her chin, lifting her face. Lips sucked softly on hers. A warm tongue snaked sensuously in and out of her mouth. Brendan, she thought, wriggling against his touch. Has to be.

As his hand slid to her back, massaging her muscles deeply, her thighs slipped open, spreading her pussy wide to his sure fingers. She was about to whisper Brendan’s name when a sudden pinch on her clit made her jump. Digging her fingers into the broad back under her hands, she stifledher cry of excitement in her pillow. The dildo swiftly penetrated her pussy, stretching her tightness and massaging her insides firmly as it twisted in and out. No, Ian. But—

Diana wriggled under his touch, moaning as he fucked her with her own toy. Just as quickly, his free hand slipped inside her nightgown to cup her tender breast. His thumb and finger softly rolled her nipple, caressing her so understandingly that she shuddered with hot need.

“Tell me,” she panted. “Tell me who you are.”

No response. A warm male mouth met hers again, and she pulled away from the hot soft tongue she wanted to suck on — so badly — and bit his shoulder. He grunted, driving the dildo deeper into her soaked pussy and squeezing her ripe breast hard.

She buried a squeal in his neck. Oh God, Ian. Definitely Ian. But when her hand dove inside his boxers to wrap around his velvet cock and grip the thick shaft, the “Oh, baby,yeah” he let out, on a long delighted sigh, sounded exactly like Brendan.

Her breath was coming faster, panting. Her pussy pulsed around the firm rod as he handled her dildo. Her hips bucked up against the large hand pleasuring her. Fingers wrapped around her own hand, pulling it away from his back and pushing it between her legs. What—

Suddenly, she realized: he was molding her hand over her pussy to take the place of his.

He moved over her, stripping off his boxers. The faint moonlight outlined his cock — thick and so hard. Then his hand was back between her legs. The dildo was held in place deep inside her cunt, her juices were being rubbed all over her dripping pussy, firm touch glided downward over her soaked and sensitive skin —

Shocked pleasure tightened her full cunt. A large finger had slipped between the soft curves of her ass to tease the rosebud nestled there. She wasn’t a stranger to that kind of touch — she’d tried stroking her own ass recently out of curiosity while masturbating, and had been amazed by just how good it felt and how hard she came — but she grabbed his wrist. It took all her self-control.

“Not until I know who you are.”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes,” she whispered fiercely. “It matters.”

But he just shook his head. Oh God, she was so close to coming, but she couldn’t come, not yet, not when she had no idea which twin was driving her crazy with lust and need. Her fingers still gripped his wrist. His other hand still caressed her tender pussy. She could barely see the masculine face above hers, eyes half-closed and fixed on her. All she could hear was his breathing, getting faster, and her own breathing, which was turning into panting.

“Tell me,” she whispered desperately, furious with herself that she couldn’t guess and furious with him for making her do it. “Tell me,” she begged, kissing him hard and trying to suck the answer out of him. “Tell me.”

She squeezed his cock, rubbing his slippery fluid over the satiny head, sliding her hand down to cradle his soft hanging balls. But all she got was a low grunt of pure desire.

With a deft twist, he freed his wrist from her grip. The dildo was pulled from her clinging pussy. Thumbs pulled apart her soaked lips with tantalizing slowness, separating her lush folds. Bluntness pressed against her opening, poised to fill her.

Diana grasped the muscled hips above her, straining to keep his meaty cock from sinking into her cunt. Jesus, she wanted to feel him so badly —

“I have to know,” she panted.

He just rocked slightly, his head easing the tiniest bit further inside her pussy with each movement. She squeezed his hips hard, trying to hold him in place.

Tension coiled through his long body. In the faint moonlight, his eyes were narrow. His handsome face contracted into total need. And he wasn’t looking away from her face.

“Ian,” she whispered, breaking into a smile. She loosened her hold, urging his hips toward her.

His face relaxed into a surprised answering smile. “You got it,” he whispered. As she opened her legs, his thick cock surged suddenly into her pussy.

Silky fabric slid over her skin as her nightgown was pulled upwards. Diana grasped the hem, tugging it the rest of the way over her head, and gasped when Ian’s hand slid to her rounded ass, cupping her supple cheek firmly and angling her naked body against his.

His cock sank deeper into her tight cunt. Winding her arms and legs around the hard body on top of hers, she squeezed as hard as she could, and he groaned into her neck.

“Ian— oh God—“

She was about to demand an explanation, but he was sucking her soft skin now, increasing the pressure, scraping her neck with his teeth. It was so hot and so uncomfortable at the same time. And she was so horny, and she’d been so horny all night, and she needed Ian inside her so badly… She squirmed, pinned underneath him.

“Ooh—“ she cried out softly, trying to keep her voice down. “Ow, Ian.”