Page 82 of The Boys Next Door
“Touch me.” Her voice came out a whisper.
“I am touching you, Diana.” He gave her nipple a flick.
“You know what I mean.”
“Oh, here.” He pinched her earlobe.
“Ian—“ she protested.
“Say it.”
“Touch my pussy, Ian,” she said softly.
“Ohhhh. Your sweet little pussy.” Fingers dipped into the river of juices between her legs. Diana gasped, her body tightening when Ian massaged her opening.
“Feel good, baby?” He grinned at her. She groaned softly,letting her thighs splay apart. Ian’s blankets were completely rumpled now, his bed unmade, the pillows scattered on the floor. Afternoon sun lit the room. His free hand wrapped around hers.
“I need more…”
“Tell me.”
Jesus, he was making her ask for everything. “Stroke my clit,” she pleaded, blushing now.“Please, babe.”
Ian’s eyelids flickered. His cheeks were flushed. He’d caught the term of endearment. She’d never dared use one before.
“Like that, beautiful?” Fingers closed over her clit, pinching it into swollen eagerness.
“Yesss…” she moaned. “And put your fingers inside me.”
“You want so much,” Ian murmured. “You’re such a horny little girl, Diana. Like that?” She arched her back at sudden pressure inside her soaked cunt. “Or like that?” She wriggled at the sensation of being stretched further open. “Or like that?” Letting go of her hand, his other palm slid swiftly over her thigh. She cried out when more touch pressed against her slick rosebud, caressing the sensitive skin. “You didn’t say where.”
“Yes, yes…” she panted, shuddering as Ian’s fingers thrust into her warm pussy. She buried her face in his shoulder when she felt him penetrate her ass. “Make me come, Ian. Please.”
He grunted when her hand closed over his cock, stroking the satiny skin. Oh yes, he was hard again.
“So demanding.” A hot tongue snaked over her neck. She moaned at the slow circles of Ian’s thumb on her clit, the knowing strokes of thick fingers in and out of her tingling cunt. “This is gonna be the story all summer, isn’t it? My girlfriend’s a hot little slut who’s going to make me satisfy her dirty needs. And I can’t even expect my brother to help me fuck you anymore.”
“Ian,” she groaned. He just laughed softly, his thumb sending sharp twinges of pleasure radiating out from her clit. She shivered, her pussy spasming on his fingers. And oh God, his finger was sinking into her ass, coaxing her to relax and accept the intrusion. She lifted her hips to invite him deeper. “Not just the summer,” she whispered. “The fall.”
Ian’s strokes slowed. He held his fingers inside her juicy pussy. “If you say so, baby,” he said quietly.
Involuntarily, she squeezed his cock, her fingers still wrapped around it, and his eyes narrowed with need.
“What do you mean?” she demanded. God, her pussy and ass were quivering around his probing touch, she was completely open to him, and-- Ian just shook his head, starting to rub her soft folds again, but she gripped his wrist. “Tell me.”
“I mean,” Ian rested his palm on her mound, cupping her pussy, his fingers not moving, “that when you go to Yale, Diana, you’re not going to be into me anymore. So let’s just live in the now.”
“Excuse me?” She squeezed his cock harder, and Ian’s eyes opened wide. She could barely think, she needed his touch so badly. “You’renot going to be intome. I bet everyone worships the ground you walk on at UConn. You and Brendan. You guys walk around with…with…a basketball in one hand and a beer in the other, and beautiful girls hanging onto your ankles.”
Ian spluttered with laughter, rolling his head against hers, but his face turned serious almost immediately.
“You don’t want a boyfriend who’s an incredible waste.”
Diana could only stare at him. “You care what myEnglish teachersaid?” She couldn’t believe they were discussing Ms. Wood in the middle of sex, Ian’s fingers buried deep inside her, his cock twitching in her hand, but something told her this conversation had to happen right now. “She’s wrong. I know you. She doesn’t. And you’re amazing.”
Her cheeks were flushing again. Ian held himself a few inches away from her, his fingers gently flexing inside her cunt, his eyes locked on hers.
“I wantyou,” she whispered. There wasn’t any room for being scared now. Ian’s thumb pressed against her clit, and she shuddered. “You, Ian.” His fingers slid deeper into her soaked cunt and ass. His arm tightened around her. “You.”