“You teased me. You gave me such a hard time—“
“Because I literally couldn’t believe something I’d wanted for so goddamn long was actually happening.”
Diana stared. “You really mean it.”
Ian nodded once. Their gaze held. He cupped her cheek, and the surprising gentleness of his touch sent a wash of need and excitement over her skin, popping it into goosebumps.
“Look,” she said softly, “about Brendan—“
Brushing her wet hair back from her face, Ian gave it a teasing tug. Diana reached down to snap the waistband of his trunks, and he grinned. “We talked. After a few days of not talking. When we saw you at the movie theatre, with your pet…”
“Stop.” She slapped his arm.
“Things couldn’t go on like they had been.” Ian’s warm hand covered her stomach. “Not just with you. All that good twin-bad twin shit— we’d been doing it so long, I didn’t even know what’s real anymore.” Diana sighed when Ian stroked her ribs. Her skin was still covered in goosebumps, but Ian’s touch was making her melt from the inside. “I love Brendan, Diana. We’ve shared a lot. And it killed him that I had to be alone for awhile, but I needed to do it. He’s fine with it. I’m fine with it.”
“Oh, that’s great. What about me?”
“What about you?” Ian looked at her innocently. Heat flooded her face. His smile got bigger, and she realized he’d noticed her hard nipples poking through her swimsuit.
“I, uh—“
“You liked being with both of us.” He rubbed his thumb over her belly button, and she braced her hands flat on his chest.
“A lot,” she whispered. “I’m not going to lie.”
“You can’t lie, baby. I saw how fucking hard you came on my brother’s cock. More than once.”
“Jesus, Ian.” She’d settled onto his lap without realizing it, and the hard bulge in his wet swim trunks nestled against her crotch. She was starting to breathe faster.
He reached up to tweak the bows on her yellow bikini. When she leaned forward, arching instinctively towards his touch, he eased one strap, then the other down her shoulders. Diana shivered when fingers slipped inside the fabric, roaming over the tops of her firm swells.
“No point in pretending you didn’t. It was hot. I liked watching. I liked you between us, turning into the hot little slut you’re meant to be.”
There was no way she could hold back now. Diana rubbed her crotch over Ian’s thick erection, moaning softly as his fingers found her rosy nipples and pinched. “It— it probably wouldn’t have happened with just one of you,” she managed. “Maybe Brendan and I would have kissed some more and that would have been it before I freaked out. And nothing would have happened with you. Ever.”
“Yep.” Ian nodded slowly. “But now— Look, Diana—“ His hands closed over her breasts. His eyes, fixed on hers, sent a shiver through her body.
“I want to be with you,” she said softly. One hundred eighty degrees away from being shy.
Ian hesitated, struggling to say something. “If you want one last time with both of us—“ he said in a low voice, “Just be honest about it.”
For a second, Diana thought about it. It would be hot. Of course it would be hot. She could feel Brendan’s knowing hands on her damp skin, hear his reassuring whispers in her ear. But the way Ian was looking at her, holding his breath, gave her the answer.
“No. I want to be with you.”
Her face burned. Ian just stared at her, wordlessly, every flicker of his eyelids a pinprick on her skin.
Then, in a flash, her bikini top was off and flying across the room, her curves bare and exposed. Palms closed over her waist, but he waited until she plunged down to meet him, crushing her breasts against his chest. Before her lips could settle onto his, he flipped her over.
Suddenly, she couldn’t hear the shouts and laughter from the backyard, the splashes, the summer sounds of cars rolling by, the birds singing, the leaves rustling. All she knew was Ian’s hot mouth opening to hers, sucking in her tongue with a suddenness that made her gasp.
Ian smelled like pool water. He tasted like the hot sunshine outside. She couldn’t stop, she didn’t ever want to stop tasting him, nibbling on his lips, opening her mouth to his own probing tongue.
His lips were all over hers, her neck, her throat. She cried out as he sucked on her tender skin and her head swam. Her hands roamed over his back, stroking the smooth flesh, digging her fingers into firm muscle, trying to touch all of him at once. Turning her head, she bit his neck in return.
“Fuck,” he groaned. His mouth captured hers again, and her breath caught.
Jesus, she wanted to feel Ian everywhere, take him all the way in, but it was scary as hell too. Admitting his body against hers meant more than a hot crazy hookup with the boys next door. Seeing Ian strip down for her, doing the same for him.
But she needed to be naked with him as soon as possible. When she tugged his hands toward her hips, he swiftly loosened the red bows on her swimsuit bottoms, peeling the soaked fabric from her goosebumped skin.
“Ooh…” she giggled. “I’m all wet, Ian.” She reached for the towel that had slipped from her body. Ian seized the other end. “I need you to dry me off.”
“Say that again.” He yanked the towel from her grip and held it out of the way.
“I need you to dry me off!” She squeezed her legs around his waist and raked her nails down his sides. The bulge of his cock, rubbing her bare pussy through his wet swimsuit, was driving her insane.
“The first part.” He gave her a little grin. “Say that part again.”
“I need you, Ian,” she said softly. Fuck, yes, she did. Her skin burned everywhere they connected. The June air was warm and sweet. But she needed him to surround her, heat her up even more.
Powerful arms pulled her close. Fluffy fabric rubbed the curves of her breasts and tickled under her arms. Ian moved the towel over her naked body with sure strokes, drying every spot in a way that felt beyond intimate. She couldn’t stop running her hands over his chest and shoulders, feeling hot skin and flexing muscles.
“Hold still, Diana — uh,” he groaned suddenly, when she nipped his salty skin. The towel slipped between her thighs. “No way we can dry you here,” he murmured, that familiar smirk on his face. “You always have such a wet little pussy, don’t you?” Diana shuddered at a sudden squeeze on her mound.
Then the towel fell to the floor. Ian propped himself on one muscular arm, looking down at her so intently that aching need washed over her body. She was alone with him, face to face in afternoon sunlight, wide awake with nothing to fuzz her brain.
“Ian…” she whispered.
“I’m looking.”
She didn’t want to pull her eyes from his gaze, but she needed to look at him too. Her throat was dry again. She licked her lips.
The freckle under Ian’s eye led to the freckle on his chin, then the scar he’d gotten after popping one too many wheelies on the skate ramp, the raised line from his dive into the backyard pool off a tree, and the spot where he’d broken his collarbone after tumbling into the bushes, that time she’d climbed on the roof with the twins.
“I remember that. And that. And that.” She stroked each scar lightly, and he breathed in. “I remember how you took all the blame for me being up there, and how you climbed right back onto the roof the next day.”
A grin flashed across his face. “Just wanted to impress you.”
“Now you say that.”
Ian’s finger touched her jaw, traced the soft skin of her neck, and trailed along the flushed edge of her sunburn, outlining her full breasts and curving hips. His light touch sent sparks through her skin. She did the the same, traveling down his chest with a fingertip. Six inches away, she could feel the heat coming off his body.
“What do you see?” she breathed. She couldn’t stop drinking in the bronzed swells of his muscles, the amazed half-smile on his lips, and the need in his hazel eyes.
“You,” Ian murmured. “Naked in my bed. Beautiful.”
He eased her thighs apart. Fingers opened her wet petals of flesh. Ian’s eyes on the rosy folds between her legs made her nipples harden. More than that — the pure desire on his face sent a trickle of juice from her pussy. When she gasped, he parted her lips even more, holding her juicy entrance firmly exposed to his stare.
Diana moaned, squeezing his waist. Oh God, oh yes. This was so right. She needed to be completely open to Ian’s lust-filled gaze. His hands on her soft skin, unmoving, drove her crazy, but when she bucked her hips, he pressed her thighs down against the mattress.
“Spread open.” Ian’s voice dropped. “Ready for me. I’ve wanted you in my bed for so long, Diana.”
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.
Diana twitched 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.
“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 m
ake 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’re not going to be into me. 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 my English teacher said?” 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 want you,” 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.”
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