Page 37 of The Boys Next Door
“I’m nervous, Ian.” Shit. Had she really said that? She had.
He glanced down at her sharply, his hand stopping its journey roaming over her body. “About what?”
She let out a long breath. “College,” she mumbled into his chest.
“Jesus, Diana.” He started laughing. Surprised, she laughed too. “Do you ever stop? You haven’t even graduated high school yet. A week ago you were all tied up over finals. Now you’re on to worrying about the next thing. Take a break.”
Heat crept over her skin. Sure, she’d been anxious about finals when the twins had climbed in her window a week ago. She’d also put on a strip-tease, squirmed and pleasured herself in front of both of them, and asked Brendan to take her from behind while she sucked Ian’s cock and ordered him to ask for it nicely. She’d figured that’s all he’d remember about that particular evening.
She pressed her cheek to Ian’s chest, damp with sweat. “I don't know how to take a break,” she said finally. “I just don’t. I don’t know how.”
“I thought you knew everything.”
“You’re joking, right?” For a minute, the only sounds were the whir of the box fan and the steady beat of Ian’s heart against her ear. “That year we moved away…” She closed her eyes, gathering courage. “It wasn't a good year, Ian.”
“You’re talking about, what, like seven years ago?” Ian’s voice was surprised, but his warm palm cupped the back of her neck. “It’s still bothering you now?”
She nodded against his chest.God, she never opened up like this, ever.“Remember what you said about my record player?”
“Uh-huh. You’re a poser. You’re a snob, too. Did I tell you that, baby?”
Diana gave his earlobe a good hard tweak. Ian’s low chuckle rippled his body against hers. “The other thing. About living in the past.”
“Sounds like you are.” He slapped her ass lightly, then rested his hand on the curve of her cheek.
The words waited to spill over. Her limbs still felt warm and floaty. Ian’s bulk took up her bed. He was all around her, listening. Waiting. She perched right on the edge of telling him everything.
But she didn’t want to go further. The way she’d slunk around with her head down all year — that didn’t belong here, sprawled on her sheets, with a naked twin holding her.
“Look, I don't know what happened, Diana,” he whispered finally. Fingers explored her heavy breast, stroking so gently that she moaned and snuggled closer. The fan stirred the warm night air in lazy waves, sending currents over her bare body, entwined with Ian’s. “And I don't know how bad it was. But it went down a long time ago. What would happen if you just let go?”
“Change is scary,” she said softly. What was she really saying? “I’m scared.” Ian’s fingers tightened in her hair.Unable to look at him, she trailed her fingers along the curve of his pecs, stroking his tiny dark nipples and the patch of brown chest hair that narrowed to a soft line. His hard stomach pulled in under her touch. His skin was so smooth. He sighed, a low sigh. "At least in high school I knew who I was." Was she really confiding in Ian, rubbing her cheek against his chest while he tugged lightly on her hair? "I didn't always like being that person, but I knew what it involved. You know?"
“Yeah.” Ian’s voice was quiet. “I know.”
Diana’s eyes met his. There wasn’t a trace of teasing on his face.
“What’s it like being the bad twin?” she asked softly.
Silence. Then lips closed over hers.
Before she could ask him more, his hand was moving all over her body again, fondling and squeezing her soft curves. And suddenly, she needed to touch him too. Of its own accord, her hand found his cock, half-hard and slippery with both their juices.
She didn’t miss Ian’s startled expression as she brushed her lips against his chest. But his body was so warm, and his smooth skin tasted so delicious as she lightly kissed and licked her way over his stomach, that she had no intention of stopping.
Somewhere, some part of her was absolutely certain that Ian needed this right now.
Her tongue explored the ripples of his abs, swiping closer and closer to his musky crotch. When his hips bucked toward her mouth, her nipples puckered, hardening in the night air as her breasts swung over his body. She’d meant to take her time, but she just wanted to taste him too badly.
Her hands found his muscled thighs, doing her best to hold them down against her rumpled sheets the way he’d held her thighs down when he licked her cunt. She bent down and took his cock between her lips.
Oh yes — he was completely hard now, his glossy head filling her mouth. The tang of her own juices met her tongue, and she licked them up eagerly. Ian grunted softly, his body tightening when she caressed his warm sac.
Curious, she stopped licking the underside of his cock, just for a moment, to gently take one of his balls in her mouth. Soft textured skin met her tongue, the hairs tickling her lips. Ian was groaning over and over now, quiet but deep, sounds of need coming from somewhere inside him.
Quickly, Diana lifted her head and engulfed his shaft in her warm mouth, sinking down as far as she could manage. It was a little uncomfortable, having her jaw open so wide and Ian’s thick cock filling her mouth, but God, it was so good, too.
“Don’t stop,” Ian grated, his voice raw.