Page 39 of The Boys Next Door
He laughed softly, but his voice was strained with need. “I want to fuck you everywhere, baby,” he growled. “I want to fuck your whole body. I want to fuck your sweet ass, and your hot little pussy, and your sexy mouth. I want to soak you in my cum. I want to see it running out of you while you lie there, fucking worn out and completely satisfied. ‘Cause you know what? I don’t think you’ve ever been completely satisfied. No matter how much I fuck you, no matter how much Brendan fucks you—“ Diana moaned, her dripping pussy clasping Ian’s swiftly moving cock, her back bouncing against the bed — “you’re always going to want more, because you’re an insatiable little slut who can never— get— enough.”
God, she was in a fog, everything was hazy and hot and hard and oh so real. His thrusts were forcing the air out of her now. Ian’s tongue dove into her mouth again, and Diana opened her lips to take him in.
“Tell the truth,” he grunted, pulling back. “Am I right?”
She could barely answer. Was he? Was he right? “Yes.” The word flew out of her. “Yes. You’re right.”
“Fuck,” Ian groaned, pulling her tight against him. Diana’s hands found his ass, squeezing his muscled cheeks hard, urging his cock as deep as it could go. God — it was so sexy to feel him coming. She couldn’t help moaning along with him, breathing together until his deep groans slowed into sighs.
They lay entwined together for a few minutes. Then Diana stirred, trying to stretch under Ian’s long body. He was totally relaxed, lying on top of her, his cock still hard and buried in her soaked pussy. When she wriggled her hips, he eased out of her and rolled onto his side, pulling her close.
“Was that okay?” The face close to hers, usually cocky or mocking, actually looked a little worried.
“Yeah.” She squeezed his shoulder. “Very okay.”
He barked a laugh, shaking his head. “I keep thinking you’re part priss.” His voice was a little hoarse, and there was no question — he looked tired. Diana couldn’t hold back her smile. She’d worn him out. “But you aren’t, are you? You’re a dirty girl. And you like that the world doesn’t know. I bet deep down, you’re dirtier than I am.”
“Maybe someday you’ll find out,” she heard herself say.
“Hope so.”
Diana realized she was relaxed in Ian’s powerful arms, his fingers idly stroking her hair. Her body was still coming down from being fiercely fucked. Too soon, he began to let go.
“I’m gonna leave now,” he whispered. “Bet you need some recovery time.”
She reached out to him. “Stay.”
A pause. “What are you going to tell your mommy when she finds us in the morning?” Ian asked finally. But his arms tightened around her.
“She won’t.”
He gave her a long look. “Okay. I'll go clean up.”
“What?” Diana grabbed his elbow as he sat up and reached for his clothes. “My parents—“
“Parents don’t hear me, baby.” She could just make out Ian's grin in the dim light. Sooner than she could argue, he shrugged into his t-shirt, tugged his boxers on, and crept noiselessly out of her room.
He hadn't been kidding, Diana thought as she stretched, unkinking the soreness in her legs. Ian must be heading for the bathroom down the hall -- he knew where it was, of course -- but other than the very faint sound of water running, she never would have guessed anyone was up and about.
Of course, Ian had been the champion of sneaking around when they were kids: onto the roof while his mom cooked dinner, out of the classroom while the teacher’s back was turned, up behind Diana with a water pistol to try to scare her senseless. She could only imagine what he used his powers for now.
Shaking her head, she pulled her nightgown back on and smoothed the silky purple fabric over her body.
A minute later, the mattress sank and a hard male body pressed against hers, spooning her back. She turned to face him, snuggling into his warmth, sure that she could never fall asleep with Ian of all people in her bed, but she was so relaxed…
Knocking. Someone was knocking. Bright sunlight met her squinting eyes, streaming in the open window through the rustling branches of the tree outside. And she was wrapped in a strong embrace…in her bed? Ian. She’d fallen asleep in Ian’s arms, with her head on his chest. And he was still fast asleep, his warm body tangled up with hers, between her and the door. She kicked unthinkingly, and he stirred.
“Diana, honey?” Her mother’s voice came from the other side of the door, followed by the squeak of the door being pushed open. “You overslept, you’ll be late for graduation practice—“
“Oh my God.” Her mother’s hand flew to her mouth. Ian rolled over, and her jaw dropped. “Brendan? …Ian?”
“Brendan,” Ian answered smoothly, sitting up. Diana sat up too, grateful beyond belief that Ian had put his t-shirt and boxers back on and she was wearing her nightgown. Somehow, Ian had managed to wake up completely in the space of about fifteen seconds, while she was still rubbing her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Cooper. Would you believe me if I said this isn’t what it looks like?”
Diana stared at him. She’d never seen Ian turn on the charm the way Brendan did, but now he’d opened the spigot full force, giving her mother an unbelievably disarming smile that could have come straight off his brother’s face. The dimples deepened in his cheeks. Somehow, he managed to look irresistible and penitent at the same time.
Diana’s mother blinked a few times. Amazingly, her cheeks had a tinge of pink in them. “What happened?” she asked grudgingly.
Ian got out of bed and stood to face her mother, his hands spread placatingly.“Diana and I were talking on the phone last night, and she asked me to come over. We should have told you, but she didn’t want to wake you up.”Ian’s eyes were locked on her mother’s, giving her the most gorgeous impression of a mournful puppy dog Diana had ever seen. “She’s been so stressed, nervous about graduating and leaving home, and she said she’s been having nightmares. She asked me to stay the night.”