The Boys Next Door Ch. 06

Oh God, Brendan was stroking up and down her sides now, brushing the full curves of her breasts, making her jerk with sudden excitement against Ian's body.

"Kind of," she managed.

"Good."

"Brendan..."

"You're so ready for this. You need to face the world, Di. You've come such a long way already."

Her whole body buzzed with need. The temptation was too much to take. Brendan whispering in her ear, his warm tongue teasing her earlobe; Ian lost in his own world, her soft curves anchored against his hard body...

"Your friend told me you just graduated," said a throaty voice. Wide green eyes met hers. Full lips waited inches away. "Congratulations."

Diana's breath caught. Her hands squeezed Ian's broad shoulders. Ian blinked a few times like he was waking up. He did a once-over of the girls pressing in on them, his gaze flicking over Diana's shoulder to his brother, and a slow smile spread across his face.

"Bet you won't," he rasped to Diana.

Her stomach dropped through the floor. The whole room was turning. Oh, she was in so far over her head now, but no way was she going to stop.

"Bet I will," she retorted.

And before she could think twice, she leaned toward the girl. Their lips met.

Out of the corner of her vision, Ian's eyes opened wide. His hands tightened on her waist.

"Fucking hell, Diana," she heard him mutter in her ear. "Didn't think you would."

And Brendan was whispering, "So hot, baby. Keep going."

Her crotch clenched at their words, oozing warm cream into her panties. Sweet jesus, some gorgeous girl she didn't know was twining her arms around her, touching her, rubbing up on her, licking her lips, exploring her mouth, silky and sensuous, those soft needy kisses feeling completely different from either Brendan or Ian, or, oh God, Alex Noriega on the grass three days ago, holy fuck, what was happening? And why didn't she want it to stop?

The pure shock and lust on Ian's face made it all worthwhile. Brendan's thick cock, pressing firmly into the curve of her ass, sent aching need between her legs. But those warm lips were working their own power over her body.

This was insane, this wasn't happening, Diana thought, as a moist tongue flicked hers. Hands explored her waist and hips. Hot bodies wedged her in on all sides, and she was eagerly kissing a total stranger, a girl, running her hands up a smooth, slim bare back under thick curls and moaning softly when her palms met soft skin.

Sound pinged through the haze and noise of the club: whistles. Wolf whistles. Cat calls. Cheers. All radiating out from them. Fuck, she really was the center of attention now, and it was...it was...incredible. It was the best, the fucking best. Waves of heat and cold rushed over her body, and she pulled the girl in for another hot kiss, sucking eagerly on her full lower lip.

"Whoa there. Take it easy, Di." Brendan's soft chuckle brushed her ear. Ian was staring at her, his mouth half-open, his eyes sparking like he wanted to eat her alive. "Let's take this somewhere private."

Firm hands wrapped around hers, but she was the one pulling them out of the club. Above her, the twins were conferring, their heads together, then talking with the girls.

"Told you she'd go for it," a low voice said. Brendan, to Ian.

Then they were rushing down city streets, everything fast and blurry. She clung to the twins' hands, trusting them to lead because she couldn't see more than four feet in front of her, the girls laughing and jostling them. They were turning a corner, another corner, running up a flight of stairs and through the front door of an apartment.

Hardwood floors creaked. A beaded curtain rustled. The living room smelled liked incense. Oh my God, she was in some stranger's apartment, clutching male hands, panting for breath. Her tight red dress stuck to her skin with sweat, just asking to be peeled off. She didn't know these girls, she didn't even know their names, but it was a little late to ask. And the girls were pulling her and the twins into a dark bedroom now, just big enough for a queen-size bed. Candles flared up, showing the tapestry above the headboard, and she tumbled onto the bed, warm bodies surrounding her.

Red curls tickled her cheeks. The girl she'd kissed at the club straddled her and twined her arms around Diana's back. "You're hot," she whispered.

"So are you," Diana managed. Her breath catching, she put her hands on the girl's bare shoulders, feeling muscles move under smooth skin. Her mouth opened to an eager tongue, warm and wet, sucking on her lower lip until her head spun. A firm hand rubbed her back, below the girl's embrace.

"Yes, you are," a low voice whispered in her ear. "You're so hot, Di."

Brendan. His sure touch sent waves of arousal through her body. As she pulled back to moan his name, another female mouth met hers in a softer kiss. Diana shuddered, her fingers tangling in long silky sweet-smelling hair. And yes — the first girl was rocking on her lap, pushing her firm curves against Diana's, and starting a slow grind, as aggressive as the twins' movements in the club.

Oh fuck— this was crazy. This was crazy, it was dirty, it was beyond her sluttiest fantasies. "Ian," Diana panted into a soft mouth, her free hand clutching at empty air. Her nipples were so hard against the girl's supple mounds. Her pussy pulsed with painful desire. "Brendan."

A warm male palm, as sweaty as her own, grabbed her hand. Fingers laced tightly through hers. Diana jerked in surprise when her hand was molded over a hard denim-covered bulge. Ian. She moaned with need, squeezed his cock through the thick material.

"We're right here, Di," that soothing voice said in her ear from behind. Button by button, her dress was coming off. The slide of the red fabric over her sweaty curves, bunching around her waist, stoked her need and excitement. Her thighs clenched when Ian's heavy cock twitched in her grasp. Her other hand explored the slender back arched over her, sliding over smooth flesh and thick curls. When the girl she was kissing sucked on her lower lip, nibbling it, Diana could only gasp.

Large palms slipped under her unbuttoned dress from behind and engulfed her breasts, fondling the generous lace-covered mounds. She could hear Brendan's soft sounds of encouragement in her ear, murmuring reassurances, and Ian's breathing getting faster as her fingers caressed his thick rod, moving to his balls to tickle them through his well-worn jeans.

Everything was a blur of soft skin and hard muscle, eager hands and hot mouths, flickering candlelight, but a low grunt pulled her attention to the half-naked male body stretched out next to her on the bed. Ian had stripped his shirt off. His muscles gleamed in the low light. His hips bucked toward her grip on his cock. Narrowed eyes watched every movement of his brother's hands on Diana's full swells, her own hands getting bolder on the tight body grinding against hers under a cascade of red curls, and the other girl half-climbing over Diana to keep the kiss going.

When their gaze met, Diana shuddered at the primal lust contorting Ian's handsome face. Then her mouth opened and her head tipped back when the girl on her other side pulled Diana in for another hot and needy kiss. Her dark eyes smoked with heat, heat that made Diana moan because she recognized it. She knew how it felt to drown in desire, sob with pure need. She was doing it now, right into a soft mouth, as Brendan teased her firm swells, fingers slipping knowingly into her bra, and the girl on top of her pressed rounded tits into hers.

Suddenly, her grasp on Ian's crotch was knocked free. One quick scrape announced his zipper coming down. Soft skin jostled her from the left, sending prickles over her own skin — the girl she'd been kissing, shimmying out of her short purple dress and tossing her satin bra aside. Tanned curves flashed across her vision,

Oh God. Her skin was flushed. Her whole body was hot and needy. Male hands eased her dress down her shoulders, unhooking her lacy black bra with firm assurance, and she gasped when her heavy breasts swung free. Of her own accord, her hands were fumbling with the redhead's halter top, exposing creamy mounds topped with pink nipples, and Brendan's warm mouth nuzzled her neck as he fondled her tight rosy buds, making her feel vulnerable and safe at the same time.

"Let go, Di," he whispered. "Everything's okay. This is going to be amazing."

Amazing? Oh. Oh, hell yes, it was amazing. Her red dress was crumpled around her waist, her bra was gone, and four pairs of eager eyes roved over her full exposed breasts. Both girls reached out to cup a round globe, and she could only gasp at the soft unfamiliar hands exploring her needy swells.

"You have incredible tits," the redhead whispered enviously, her low, throaty voice shockingly sexy. "Jesus, you're stacked."

"You're telling me." Diana couldn't help laughing. Giggles were starting to bubble up. As female hands explored her breasts, she laughed harder. Her legs kicked, her pussy was overflowing with cream, hidden in her panties, and all she wanted was to—

"Diana." Ian's voice was low in her ear. His hand gripped her hip. Her whole body clenched at his warm breath. Fuck, he was naked now, his bronzed muscles contracting in the low light, all raw power. "You sure about this? 'Cause once we get started..."

She rolled her head to look right in his eyes. "Take my clothes off, Ian," she said softly. "I want to get wild."

Ian sucked in his breath. Then his gaze locked with the girl straddling Diana, her green eyes half-lidded. One jerk of his head towards the bed, and jesus, the girl rolled right off Diana, a little smile on her her face.

Thumbs hooked inside the red dress, yanking the fabric over Diana's rounded hips and sending it sailing across the darkened room. Fingers met soaked black silk, stroking her tingling cunt so teasingly through the sopping fabric that for a second, she couldn't breathe. Then one finger hooked around her tiny panties and held them away from her cunt, slippery with cream. Cool air met her lips.

Oh God, Brendan was running his hands over her breasts again, easily rolling her sensitive nipples between his fingers, and two pairs of female eyes stared greedily at Ian's big hand in her panties, exposing her burning pussy inch by inch. It was too much, she couldn't take his slow tease, but one of her arms was wrapped around the warm back of the girl she'd been kissing, and when she arched toward Ian, her free hand reaching for her own tingling cunt, strong fingers pinned her palm firmly against the sheets.

"Brendan," she moaned. "You jerk." He just chuckled and gave her hand a squeeze.

Then the sound of tearing fabric ripped through the air and Ian's hands knocked against her thighs, opening them wide. Her head jerked up just in time to see scraps of black lace — what was left of her panties — flying off the bed.

"Ian!" she shrieked.

"Whoops," he muttered. His voice was barely recognizable, soaked in lust. Fingers dove into her warm crevice, spreading her pussy. She couldn't help but cry out. Jesus, everyone in the room could see Ian stroking her most intimate parts. "So fucking wet," he grunted. Her soaked cunt spasmed around sudden fullness.

Oh God, everything was warm and spinning, and where was she?

"You are, aren't you?" Brendan murmured. "You're so wet, Di." He pulled her even tighter against him and nibbled on her neck. Her whole body trembled under his hands, her pussy quivering around Ian's fingers penetrating her deeply. "This is really turning you on. I think this is just what you need." His voice was so understanding that Diana could only moan. She couldn't help it — her legs spread wider to Ian's insistent fingers sliding in and out of her dripping pussy, her mouth opened eagerly to the girl bending over her again, red curls drowning her, and she was reaching for the other girl's pert breasts, long brown hair tickling her fingers, gasping with surprise and pleasure at the soft weight in her hands and the sexy little nipples pressing into her palms.

"Please," she moaned into the redhead's warm mouth. Perfume wrapped around her, sweat and male musk and the scent of sex. She wanted it all.

Suddenly her mouth met only air and something was happening between her legs. She heard Ian's voice, teasing and husky: "Oh yeah, I bet you do. What do you say?" and a throaty "please?" in response. What the hell was going on? If that girl had her hands on Ian —

But just as Diana started to bolt upright, a soft tongue met her dripping pussy.

Oh. Oh. God. The girl's head nestled between Diana's legs, red curls tickling her skin, licking and sucking her clit so gently that Diana squeezed with her creamy thighs, involuntarily moaning out loud. Her head rolled back and to the side. Her hips bucked, just as hands tangled in her hair.

"That's it, baby," Brendan said soothingly from behind her. Diana moaned softly. He was cradling her head in his lap now, just like he had when Ian had taken her virginity, massaging a full breast with one hand and rubbing his thumb over her neck in teasing circles with the other. "Doesn't that feel so good?"

"Yes," she whispered. His hard cock pressed against her cheek. More and more juice trickled from her pussy under the girl's teasing tongue. Her fingers just had to experiment with the little pebble of a nipple in her hand, rolling it gently, then pinching it harder as feminine moans turned into hisses and long brown hair brushed her arm.

Diana tried to close her thighs around the girl's head, squirming against the intense sensations swirling through her swollen cunt. But big hands grasped her thighs, squeezing the soft skin, and pressed them against the mattress, opening her silky pussy completely to the tongue flickering over her tight opening. She gasped around Brendan's cock, but she couldn't move.

"Fuck, yeah," came a deep growl. "Lick her hot little pussy. Make her come."

Ian. Ian was holding her open to that soft mouth, and the girl was licking her juicy folds faster, following his instructions. Hearing Ian tell this girl what to do — to her — sent a fresh gush of juice from Diana's pussy.

And Brendan was whispering from above, "You're going to like them too, Di."

She could only moan as the girl's agile tongue swirled over her swollen lips, lapping up her cream and probing firmly at her tight entrance. While her left hand played over luscious tits, her right hand met a sweaty muscled chest, traveled down hard abs, and grasped Ian's cock. Hot flesh filled her hand. Ian's low sounds of need filled her ears as she moved her fingers over his thick shaft. But she couldn't see him, because Brendan was easing her head onto the rumpled sheets, moving around, straddling her chest.

"Brendan," she managed beseechingly, looking up at him. His dimples flashed.

"I know, sweetness," he murmured. "You need something in your mouth, don't you?" He slipped two big fingers between her lips, and she sucked on them eagerly. His other hand reached into his boxers. "I know you like that when someone's taking care of your pussy."

Oh my god, she thought, as Brendan freed his cock and rubbed its satiny warmth over her mouth. This was insane. This wasn't real. It couldn't even be a fantasy, because none of her fantasies had ever gone this far. Like she was in a dream, she opened her mouth to suck on Brendan's engorged head. His sigh of pleasure went right through her to her toes.

"Finger that sweet cunt." Ian's low grunt drove a shudder down Diana's body. God, this was beyond dirty...and beyond hot... "She loves that. She needs to be fucked."

When slim fingers probed her tight entrance, massaging a spot a few inches up with surprising firmness, Diana began bucking her hips — or tried to. A solid arm pushed against one of her thighs. A hand squeezed the other. Ian was holding her down, and oh God, she just knew he was watching the girl's full lips, hot tongue, and soft fingers play over her soaked and exposed pussy, drinking in the view. This was so wrong. This was...so right. She began to moan around Brendan's cock, panting for breath in short bursts.

"Baby," Ian rasped, and now she knew he was talking to her. "You're a hot creaming little mess."

"So sexy, Di," Brendan whispered above her. "I'm so proud of you."

Warm juices oozed down Diana's thighs, soaking someone else's sheets. The head between her legs pushed her excitement to a fever pitch. God, the girl's mouth on her pussy felt amazing, Brendan's cock kept thrusting between her lips, Ian's thick rod jerked against her palm, and the warm swell of a breast pressed filled her other hand. Completely overwhelming, so many people surrounding her, but...more. She wanted more.

"Uhhh," she groaned around Brendan's cock. "Please." Brendan's hands were in her hair, rubbing and pulling gently. Urgently, she squeezed the cock in her hand and heard a deep grunt. "Ian..."

The bulk of his body shifted. Oh — God. Thick fingers took over her clit, pinching the tiny nub again and again, rubbing the sensitive tip, while a soft tongue swirled over her pussy until white-hot light ran down her body and the room blurred in front of her eyes.

Diana gasped around Brendan's cock, sucking faster and faster as her pussy convulsed around slim fingers. She could hear the other girl laughing and moaning as Diana squeezed her breast harder, felt more moans between her legs vibrating her soaked cunt, heard Ian's wordless groan as his cock throbbed in her hand, and Brendan above her, crooning that he knew she could do it, this was fucking amazing, she was amazing, while his slippery head sank between her lips.

Warm salty cum flowed into her mouth. Brendan's fingers tightened in her hair, holding her in place, as he groaned and spurted onto her tongue. Her whole cunt was spasming around the girl's fingers. She thrust against the soft busy tongue licking her most intimate place. Juice flowed freely from her pussy. She moaned and came and wriggled, swirling her tongue over Brendan's meaty erection and reaching up to grip his muscled ass while his breathing slowed.

As Diana tried to catch her breath, dazed, the mattress sank and creaked. Hard muscle and soft skin slid against her, shifting position faster than she could keep track of. Brendan had climbed off her and was stroking her hair back from her face. She started to reach for Ian — next to her, still hard, waves of heat coming off his body —

But the redhead was rolling on top of her to kiss her, her face shiny with Diana's juices. And oh God, she was tasting her own tangy cream, sucking it off full lips as a luscious naked body nestled against hers. No. Two luscious naked bodies. Hands grabbed her, pulling. Long brown hair tickled her shoulders. The other girl had pounced on her and was dragging her away, rolling over and pushing Diana's head downward.

"Taste her, Di." Brendan's voice, coaxing. She heard him climb off the bed and walk up close behind her. "She wants you to."

Diana blinked at the slim tanned thighs spread wide, the smooth hairless pussy open to her disbelieving eyes. It was so...pink. And delicate. Like a seashell.

"Come on, try it." Smoky eyes met hers. A palm beckoned her in as long legs opened wider. "They'll love it."

They...meaning the twins? "Who said this was about them?" Diana murmured.

Brendan's low laugh behind her, Ian's ragged breathing as he fisted his cock, eyes devouring her pale curves over tanned skin, just fired her up. Cautiously, she lay down between the girl's legs and explored silky thighs, circling closer and closer to her rosy folds. Brendan's warm hands found her shoulders, rubbing her back soothingly. When Diana stroked the moist valley with her fingertips, shyly exploring the creamy warmth, she was rewarded with a loud moan, and heard Brendan suck in his breath behind her.