Page 81 of The Boys Next Door
She was so aroused, she could barely breathe. Ian stroked a slow finger over her creamy lips, driving a whimper from her mouth. Thumbs spread her quivering pussy even wider.“Anywhere else?”
A grin creased his face. “Everywhere.”
“I want you everywhere,” she said softly. Her own hands found the wet waistband of Ian’s swim trunks, trembling as she worked the soaked fabric over his hips. His glossy cock, springing free, made her mouth water. He raised his body to help her slide the swim trunks down, then kicked them off.
“Tell me.” His breath was hot against her ear, his hands still holding her thighs open. “Talk dirty, you little slut. I want to hear you do it. Don’t be shy with me.”
She moaned, flushed and excited. “Do what you said. The night you made me guess who you were.”
“Oh. That night?” Ian’s face was all innocence. One warm palm slid up her heavy breast to give her nipple a hard pinch. Diana yelped, then moaned again at her pussy’s eager response. “You said let’s forget that ever happened.”
“I don’t want to forget,” she whispered.
He grinned. “Well, you’re gonna have to remind me, ‘cause I forgot.”
“Liar.” She dug her fingers into his shoulders.
“Tell me, Diana.” Ian tweaked her puckered nipples, making her back arch. Every curve cried out for his touch. Her pussy was liquid heat, her thighs slick with juices. “Say it. Say what I said to you. Ask for what this bad girl needs.”
Instead, she wedged her leg between Ian’s, grabbed his shoulders, and rolled him over on the rumpled sheets so she was looking down at surprised hazel eyes. It felt absolutely right to kiss her way down his warm chest and breathe in his clean scent. When she tickled his belly button with her tongue, fingers twined in her hair and tugged.
“Okay,” she murmured. “I’ll tell you.” Wrapping her fingers around his silken shaft, she gazed up at him. “I’ll say it.” Ian was breathing shallowly. “I’ll ask for it.”
A bead of liquid hung suspended from his smooth head. She lapped it up eagerly, and his cock jerked in her hand.
“I need you to fuck me everywhere.” That was her voice, sounding so husky. Confident. Like pure sex. “I need you to do what you said you wanted to, when you climbed in my window the night before graduation and made me guess who you were. I need you to fuck my mouth,” she took a deep breath, “and my pussy,” her voice dropped, “and my ass,” she whispered.
Ian grunted softly, his eyes fixed on hers. His fingers found the back of her head again and slid into her tangled hair. She began stroking his meaty cock, slowly, remembering Ian guiding her that first time in the treehouse and the kind of touch he’d liked. Her cheeks were flaming now. Her whole body was on fire. Hot desire pricked her skin and concentrated in her cunt.
“I need you to soak me in your cum and see it running out of me,” she breathed, “while I lie there, completely satisfied.” God, she remembered every word he’d said to her. No way she could ever forget. “Because you’re going make me completely satisfied.“
Ian let out a long breath. His hands tightened in her hair. His cock was so close to her lips, oozing more liquid, and she lightly ran her tongue around the satiny head.
“Yeah,” he rasped. “Fuck yeah, I am.”
Low grunts met Diana’s ears as thick flesh filled her mouth. Yes…she wanted Ian everywhere. Wanted to take him all the way in. She wanted to taste his cum, feel it splash across her face and breasts. Be marked by him. And she wanted to draw this out, but she couldn’t help gobbling him hungrily, licking and sucking him, swirling her tongue over his hot slick shaft, driven with need.
Warm liquid suddenly flooded her mouth. Pulling back, she quickly stroked Ian’s cock, letting more warmth spurt onto her cheeks and lips. Did she have some in her hair? God, she hoped so.
She took in Ian’s expression, somewhere between shock and hungry delight, as he panted above her, opening into a surprised grin when she began to laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
“I’m just happy,” she giggled. “And it was kind of hilarious when you came on my face.”
Ian’s grin broadened. “Dirty girl,” he whispered back.
Dianatwitched at the sudden firm motions of the fluffy towel. Ian was easing her onto her back, wiping her face clean with deliberate strokes. His hand cupped her breast as he teased the towel down her body. A low cry left her mouth when hot lips closed around one eager nipple, sucking hard on the tight bud.
It was almost too much, but Ian’s big hand was so soothing on her other breast, his caresses so gentle as he explored the heavy curve, that her shrieks were shrieks of pleasure and need.
“Ian— oh God—“
She gasped when he scraped his teeth against her nipple, grabbing his hair with both hands. Ian just ran his tongue around the puckered skin, blowing a stream of cool air over her rosy nub and biting it lightly again.
“Please,” she begged.
“Please what?” Ian growled into her breast.