Page 35 of The Boys Next Door

He pulled back, and the next second his warm tongue soothed her neck, licking a teasing trail over her throat. Diana arched her back instinctively, exposing her neck to his busy lips and tongue.

She felt so vulnerable suddenly, wrapped in Ian’s arms, his cock spearing her deeply, while she trusted him to use his mouth gently on her neck and throat. Her pussy spasmed around him, bathing his shaft in steamy heat and wetness. Juices trickled out around the base of his cock, soaking her ass.

“Fuck, Diana,” Ian whispered.

When he ran his tongue over her collarbone, Diana shuddered and buried a moan in his shoulder. His cock massaged her tingling cunt as he slowly fucked her. On an impulse, she licked his neck in return, peppering the slope with tiny bites. His skin tasted warm and salty, like a hot summer night, and she just wanted more and more in her mouth, sucking harder and harder…

Oh yes. He liked that. His low moans made it obvious. God, she was so close. Her crotch was all liquid heat, melting around the hard rod moving sensuously inside her warm pussy.

His thrusts were getting longer now. And the sounds she was hearing were her own voice, whimpering. She lifted her hips desperately, trying to rise up to meet him, but Ian just kept fucking her and fucking her. Sharp pleasure radiated through her soaked pussy and out to her quivering thighs. When his tongue sank into her mouth again, she gasped, raking her fingers down his broad sweaty back.

“Oh, yeah,” Ian hissed, moving faster now. “Take me, baby. Take it all.” He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him tightly. His breath was hot on her neck. All Diana could do was dig her nails into his skin, panting with him as he released jet after jet of cum into her tingling pussy.

Too soon, he withdrew his slick cock and sat up, his eyes roving over her naked curves. Dazed and aroused, still on the edge of coming, she looked up at him imploringly. Her whole body vibrated with need.

“Ian,” she moaned softly, reaching for him.

“What is it, baby?” Knowing fingers found her large nipple.

She tried to pull his other hand to her throbbing mound, but he just pushed her own hand back in one easy movement and pinned it against her pillow. Diana squeezed his fingers, so close to coming that Ian’s pinches on her tight bud were almost enough to put her over the edge.

“I need you, Ian,” she pleaded. “I need to come.”

“You were doing so well when I got here.” His voice was husky against her ear. His warm male body pressed against her soft curves. He rubbed his thumb over her wrist and rolled her puckered nipple between his fingers, and she groaned. Her pussy was a pool of juices, desperate for his touch. “You had everything you needed, didn’t you, Diana? Why don’t you just go on. Play with your little pussy for me the way you like it.”

“No, I want you.” God, she was begging, shamelessly, and he was making her do it. “Please, Ian, please…I just want you.”

In the dim light, she could barely see his smile.

Then she muffled a yelp in his shoulder as fingers met her eager pussy, finding her wetness again. Something was different —

“Uhhh,” she groaned, her cunt spasming around thickness. His thumb, she realized. His thumb was filling her pussy, massaging her sensitive entrance, and his fingers were following the river of cream down between her cheeks.

“Oh fuck,” she said out loud, forgetting to keep her voice down. “Ian—“

Her ass clenched and fluttered around the tip of his finger. More fingers found her clit, teasing the hard little pearl. One arm surrounded her, holding her securely against him, as both his hands pleasured her.

Was that shriek hers? She couldn’t— Her parents would wake up— Swiftly, Ian covered her lips with his, swallowing her cries, working his hot tongue into her mouth as his finger penetrated her ass.

“Ian,” she gasped into his mouth. “That’s far enough—“

Her rosebud clamped down, trapping his finger. Ian kept his hand in place, caressing her melting clit and twisting his thumb firmly inside her cunt. Her whole body tingled. She felt totally open to him, totally filled and totally in the palm of Ian’s hand.

“It’s okay, Diana.” His voice was so comforting, so lulling, it could have been his brother’s. “It’s okay, baby. You can do this. Let me into your hot little ass.”

She moaned softly, tense and excited, then let out a long sigh and relaxed against him. Without warning, her narrow channel relaxed too, opening to Ian’s finger, and he slipped deeper into her tight warmth.

“Yesssss. That’s right.” He kissed her hotly. Diana arched her back, needing more now. “That’s so good. That’s perfect. You love this, baby,” he rasped, sounding like Ian again, but his tone was hypnotic. “I knew you would. You want to be fucked everywhere, don’t you? You need it so badly, you dirty girl.”

“Yes,” she whispered, dazed.

Ian’s finger in her ass was setting her aflame, stroking nerve endings she didn’t know she had. God, having his touch there felt shockingly intimate and somehow familiar and safe at the same time.

Diana squeezed his hand between her thighs as his thumb and finger moved together inside her, massaging her pussy and ass, stretching her tightness. Her pussy was tingling, but her ass gripped his finger with a different kind of strength altogether. Her juices were soaking his hand.

“Fuck, you’re tight and hot, baby,” he grunted softly.

She buried her face in Ian’s warm neck again, tasting his sweat. His fingers on her clit sent jolts of need through her swollen cunt, and God, her ass — it felt so pleasurable, it was almost painful. So much…so good…so full.