Page 24 of Nanny for the Firefighters

Will's attention shifts to my full breasts, cupping them both and squeezing down to their tips as Marcus rubs my cleft.

Desire makes me weak in the knees, and I feel Will's grin against my cheek. "Beautiful," he whispers seductively, massaging me and flicking his fingertips over my pebbled nipples. They're so sensitive that I swear the small touches from both men might make me come before we get to the main event.

A new shudder takes me at the reminder that I will have all four of them pleasing me tonight. More than that, I will get to satisfy them all myself. I bite my lip and blink back to the room. Ethan has closed in on us, drawing his hand up my outer thigh with a sultry grin. His eyebrow twitches up as I catch his gaze with my own.

Are you ready for this?

I am so ready for it.

Marcus pulls my panties down my hips and thighs, and the men steady me as I step out of them. Then the Cap waves his hand at Theo, and after a pause, he's on my left. I'm surrounded by big, sexy, muscled men. Sweet men. Men who will take care of me and stop if I've had too much. I trust them all implicitly. It's the only way I'll be able to do this.

Will leans me back against his chest, an arm around my shoulders to keep me in place. Ethan and Theo graze my thighs, lifting my knees—and therefore, all of my weight—in their arms. My legs spread as they suspend me before their captain, and Marcus lets loose a groan that sounds like I'm killing him by merely existing.

Thumb pressing at my swollen and slick entrance, he slides and tests my readiness for him. It feels so good, but I want more. I need more. I try to hold on, to wait patiently, but let's be honest, I've never been patient like this, preferring to take what I need without my partners asking.

My natural instinct to rub myself against him, to seek more of his touch, is thwarted by the hold my firefighters have on me.

The plea ready on my tongue transforms into a cry as Marcus seals his mouth over my clit, thumb sliding inside me in the same moment. I'm suspended in bliss for a few seconds before hands are all over me, grabbing my breasts, rubbing the crease of my thighs, the lobes of my ass, the soft swell of my belly. They're everywhere.

Marcus moans into me, drawing his tongue through my folds as he slowly fucks me with his thumb. And I'm panting, skin tightening, priming myself for an orgasm I didn't think possible this quickly. But the pleasure is climbing, and fast, and I'm wriggling in their grip before my every muscle goes rigid with my climax. A sharp cry escapes me as I shatter, pulsing and twitching as I crash relentlessly.

My sobs echo in the room as Marcus feasts on me more fully—tongue, teeth, and the sharp scruff of his chin. And that thumb he was fucking me with circles my back entrance, pressing in gently. The sweet mix of pleasure and pain has me whimpering. For him to stop or give me more, I'm not sure. I just know that he's driving me insane, building me back to the burning place where I need something to change before I lose my mind.

I'm on the edge of a new orgasm when Marcus pulls completely away, standing between my spread thighs. "What a fucking masterpiece." The rough yank of his belt makes my core clench in anticipation, and he opens his fly with deft precision, releasing his hard cock in the space between my open knees.

Ethan reaches down to tap over my cleft, and I strangle a new cry from the sudden shot of pleasure. After a few circles, he retreats, sticking his fingers in his mouth with a groan. "Couldn't help myself. I needed a taste."

Will and Theo both groan as they watch.

Marcus smiles, taking himself in his big hand and lining up at my entrance. The head of his cock swipes through my soaked pussy. When he presses into me, I hold my breath, and the men seem to do the same around me, all watching as his thick cock splays my lips and spreads me open.

God, it's been too long since I've had adequate dick, the kind that can stretch me to my limits and make me feel so full. I hum in pleasure, and the slow-motion feeling snaps back to regular speed.

Ethan and Theo hug my legs higher, draping my knees over their shoulders. Marcus holds my cheeks as he arches into me, thrusting slow and long. Will groans into my hair as he supports my upper body, lazily circling one nipple. And I'm simply a wet mess, forcing myself to keep breathing.

Ethan shifts beside me, one hand down below my thigh where I can't see, but I know that he's unzipping his jeans, taking himself out with the way he's lasered in on how Marcus takes me. My hips drop a few inches in the captain's grip, and his cock hits a spot deeper that has my toes curling.

Marcus groans, thrusts picking up speed and force until we're both breathing heavily. Theo's cock is out, pressed against my thigh. Ethan is stroking himself, tapping the head of his shaft against my other thigh. And Will—God, Will—is slotted between my cheeks, teasing my ass and causing every nerve ending to flare. His hot breath is quick against my neck, and his teeth find the shell of my ear.

"May I?" He whispers the question like a prayer. An odd fluttering starts in my chest, pesky emotions that have no place in this moment. How can they when the four of them are sharing my body like this?

Trust is all I can manage, so I turn my face to his, seeking his mouth against my own for a few, slow seconds before I whisper my answer back to him. "Yes."

Marcus slows as Will pops his way past that tight ring of muscle. I gasp and tense, but four sets of hands soothe me until I relax enough for Will to seat his cock in my ass.

"Fuck." After a few breaths, I wheeze, "So good. So good."

The two men inside me find a rhythm, alternating their thrusts so that I'm always full. The pleasure is intense, and I float in it, near mindless from the way they pump their hips. And when they finally sink up, rubbing a spot from either side of the same thin wall separating them, everything snaps back into crystal clear reality.

I am fire, and they are stoking me. Strong. Steady. Surreal.

Wild, animalistic noises fill the room, and it takes me too long to realize they're coming from me. They're going to break me open, and I'm never going to be the same.

Will whispers sweet words in my ear about how beautiful I am, how wonderful I feel, how much he wants to worship at the temple of my body for a long, long time. But when my eyes focus, my gaze catches on Marcus's. Strength and vulnerability spark in his eyes. The furrow of his brows and the sweat dripping from his temple down his cheek show how much restraint he's maintaining.

As if he can see my struggle, that big, warm hand of his slides around my thick thigh, and he presses my clit like he's detonating a bomb.

I explode, tightening around both men's cocks so that they moan in surround sound.

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