Page 47 of The Boys Next Door

“What?” Diana gasped. “What are you—“

Warm flesh rubbed against her lips. Brendan had straddled her so fast she hadn’t realized what was happening. Tossed on waves of pure lust, Diana could only open her mouth to take in his hot cock.

Oh yes. He tasted delicious. Her whole body was buzzing. Eagerly, she lapped her own cream off his thick, veined shaft, wrapping her fingers around the base. Brendan was moaning now too, thrusting his hips toward her face and gasping when her excited tongue found the sensitive spot on the underside of his head.

“Oh, sweet baby,” he groaned. Diana shuddered with need. “You’re such a good little cocksucker.”

Shock and arousal washed over her body. Ian had called her a slut plenty of times, even a hot bitch, but Brendan had never gotten that dirty. His words tightened her nipples. God, her full breasts, her dripping pussy, her tingling ass, her whole body, everything was crying out for attention. But she was so focused on the cock in her hands and mouth, she couldn’t bear to pull even one hand away to touch herself. Instead, she sucked harder, opening her soft lips to take in more of Brendan’s shaft.

“Oh yeah, beautiful. That’s it. Take me deep.”

Oh God, he was filling her mouth, it was too much, but she licked his velvety rod as fast as she could, responding to his pants and cries. She had to admit, it was beyond sexy the way Brendan crumbled when she sucked his cock. His silken balls filled her hand with warm weight, his pulsing shaft was thick and satisfying in her mouth. Suddenly, hot fluid bathed her cheeks and flooded her tongue.

Brendan kept thrusting, moaning, until with one final twitch he withdrew his cock from her mouth and smiled down at her. Diana sighed with relief as his large hands cradled her face, massaging her aching jaw.

“So good, Di,” he murmured.

“Brendan, please…” she whispered, arching her back toward him.

Thankfully, he moved back down next to her. A cry left her mouth when his fingers met her needy cunt. Her ass quivered around the plug.

“How do you feel, baby?” His lips brushed hers.

“I need to come,” she gritted.

“When Ian gets here. You asked for him.”

Brendan’s self-satisfied grin, dimples marking both his cheeks, just stoked her furious need. How dare he tease her like this after he’d come deep in her mouth? Panting, she dug her nails into his broad back and scratched, hard.

Brendan’s eyebrows shot up. “Easy, Di.”

Before she knew it, he’d captured both her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head, against the wall by her pillow. She tugged, but she couldn’t free herself. Brendan’s other hand moved over her body, cupping one heavy breast soothingly.

God, she was so alive to every touch from him, and it was just like Brendan to have to run the show, and this was beyond unfair and unbelievably hot at the same time. Sure fingers pinched her nipple, crushing the tight bud when she tried to thrust against his hand.

“Brendan!” she gasped. “Why are you being so mean?”

“Be patient, baby.” He tickled her flushed skin, and she moaned.

“You’re worse than Ian.”

“Maybe.”

“Brendan, I need you now,” she pleaded.

“You’re gorgeous like this, Di.” His warm palm roamed to her other breast, knowingly caressing her sensitive flesh. Heat suffused her body, from her face to her feet. She whimpered, tugging again against his restraining hand, but he held firm. Lips met hers in a comforting kiss, and her buzzing crotch clenched, her pussy around nothing and her ass around the plug. “So ready to be fucked. So ready to ‘embrace the unexpected.’” Diana shivered at the quote from her own graduation speech. “So ready to take everything me and Ian can give you.”

As Brendan buried her whine in another kiss, branches creaked outside. Diana stiffened, pulling her wrists against his hand again, but Brendan just deepened the kiss. Finally, as the scraping sounds got louder, closer, at her window now, he released her.

A body crouched in the window frame. Ian dropped to the floor like a cat. Diana expected him to tease her about lying naked in his brother’s arms, panting and flushed and on the brink of coming, but his eyes just raked over her, devouring her curves. His shirt landed on her desk. His shorts and boxers shot to the floor. Shoes thudded against the carpet. Diana moaned at the sight of his bunched muscles, tensed and ready to pounce.

“Brendan hasn’t let you come yet, has he?” His voice was low and intent.

Diana didn’t bother answering. Her quivering body was enough of a response. She just looked up into his eyes, slitted with lust, and made a silent plea.

Leaping onto the bed, he dove between Diana’s legs. A hot demanding tongue crashed into her clit. Diana’s head whipped to the side, and she stifled a cry of shock and pleasure in Brendan’s shoulder.

There was nothing gentle about the way Ian was licking her pussy. His tongue lashed her clit again and again. Total overload…she’d thought the people and noise and excitement tonight were overwhelming, but they were nothing compared to the desperate, almost painful pleasure building between her legs.