Page 41 of The Nanny Next Door

Miles flicked my clit with his tongue right at that moment, and when my mouth popped open on a gasp, I took that opportunity to pull Felipe between my lips, which earned a sharp breath from him, too. This was only my second blowjob, but I felt that I’d learned from the first one, so I gripped the base of his hardness with a firm pressure and sucked him, wet and messily, just like I wanted.

Felipe groaned, fisting his hand into my hair. The gentle tugs at my roots only heightened the eroticism of the experience. I felt my hips start to undulate involuntarily, working with the rhythm of Miles’ tongue, and I let my free hand slide down to his neat hair, too. From the way he moaned into my pussy, shooting pleasure straight to my clit from the low vibration, I could tell he didn’t mind that I’d made him uncharacteristically tousled from the way he increased his efforts to wring out every bit of pleasure my pussy could handle.

It was almost embarrassing how quickly I could feel myself approaching the edge. Just knowing I was at both men’s mercy at the same time had me trembling with desire, and when Miles slid two long fingers inside me, hooking them upward at the same time as he pounded my clit with his tongue, I cried out around Felipe’s cock, my body jerking hard as an orgasm took me on a wild ride.

Felipe was cursing under his breath as he did it, but he pulled himself free from my lips to keep from finishing in my mouth. He was breathing through his nose, holding himself back so he could make this last. Instead, he watched me ride out the ecstatic waves from my side, and he watched still when Miles pulled away from my pussy to share my own warm taste with me through a sensual kiss. I was panting when Miles broke our kiss, and Felipe was watching me with his fraying thread of control visible in his tense expression.

“Tell me to fuck you, Lila,” he pleaded. “Please, before I go mad.”

“Fuck me,” I gasped out on command. My pussy was throbbing with the need to be filled, and I hadn’t had Felipe since our first night, so I was desperate for it. I looked to Miles, too, hoping for more guidance since my brain was melting after my climax, and he already had an idea of his own. He looked to Felipe, and the two men exchanged a nod that had excitement racing through my veins.

When Felipe came to the foot of the bed and flipped me over onto my stomach, my eyes grew wide. Meanwhile, Miles was stripping off his underwear, and his cock was at full attention as he moved closer to my face. He helped me up onto my hands so I was on all fours on the bed, and I wriggled my ass back toward Felipe, spreading my thighs to give him better access.

“Sweet Jesus, Lila, your ass in the air is a gorgeous sight,” Felipe said. Miles grunted his agreement, and then Felipe was gripping my hips and plunging himself inside me with one hard, thorough thrust.

“Oh, my God,” I cried out, locking eyes with Miles, who licked his lips at the sight of me. As Felipe gave me a moment to adjust to his fullness, Miles placed a finger on my chin, tipping it down so I would open my mouth for him. Then, gentler than Felipe, he thrust his cock into me, too.

I couldn’t help but groan around Miles’ length in my mouth. It was so fucking good like this, my mouth and pussy full at the same time, and as I started to give Miles the same voracious, sloppy treatment I gave to Felipe before, Felipe began to fuck my pussy just right. It was slow at first, but with every few thrusts, he increased his pace until he was slamming in and out of me with the intensity I needed. I sucked Miles just as hard as I was being fucked, wanting to be sure the pleasure I was getting transferred to him, too. He threw his head back, groaning. It was so hot, seeing his composure fall away completely as he lost himself in my mouth.

I could do this forever, sucking down the full, succulent length of Miles with all my might while Felipe pounded a punishing rhythm directly against my G-spot. It was heaven. It was torture, too. Miles leaned forward, shoving himself further down my throat while his arms reached beneath me to grab my tits. God, I loved how much he loved them, how beautiful and sexy it made me feel when he couldn’t keep his hands away from their fullness.

My second climax crept up on me, then crashed like a tidal wave. I moaned long and hard around the cock in my mouth, my pussy convulsing along with the rest of my muscles from my thighs up to my chest. It was ecstasy, and I still wanted more, still needed to tip both of these men over the edge, too.

Felipe’s thrusts became erratic as his own orgasm threatened, and Miles was clenching his jaw to resist finishing, too. I wanted them both to go ahead, to fill me with their cum from both ends. But with a harsh, whispered, “Fuck,” I felt the sudden emptiness of Felipe withdrawing from me.

“I want to come on her tits,” Felipe let out in a rush, explaining himself before I could become forlorn at the lack of him. “Miles, come get your fill of her sweet pussy.”

Oh, God. It was deliciously naughty, how the two of them were arranging the chess pieces for me. I wanted them to use my body like a toy, and then to hold me like a treasured prize. It seemed that was exactly what they were going to give me.

Miles pulled himself out of my mouth with labored breaths, moving quickly to reposition me, so surprisingly strong for his slim frame. He practically somersaulted me, flipping and turning me so that I was on my back again in seconds, my head toward the foot of the bed this time. Then he was impaling me with his substantial length as Felipe jerked his cock in his hand right over my face.

It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, the veins of his hand and his cock bulging with the effort, the dangle of his balls so close I could almost suck them into my mouth if I had the energy to stretch up a little. When Felipe came, his hot seed streaked itself over my tits, just like he wanted, and I was surprised by how much I liked it. One spurt, two, three, painting me wantonly with his mess. I whimpered, and it turned into a full-throated moan when Miles lifted one of my legs and threw it over his shoulder, spreading me obscenely and giving himself a new angle for his thrusts.

“Fuck, yes,” I cried, tears springing to my eyes from the overwhelming pleasure of the whole scene. I could feel that I was close again already, and I marveled at it. How many times could I realistically come in one night? Part of me wanted to test my limits—but I thought that might be better saved for a night soon when I could have all three of the men who had been owning my body so thoroughly as of late.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Miles ground out from between his teeth as he picked up his hips’ pace, fucking me further down the bed with the force of it.

“You’re so, so big, and so hard,” I let out shakily. “It’s too good. I’m–I’m gonna come again!”

I got the most insane urge to spew mushy nonsense, something like I love you, both of you, I want you to fuck me like this forever, I want you both to come inside me, I want to bear your children, but instead, I let my emotions out in the form of wordless moans. Then, impossibly, my orgasm struck me like lightning, even more intense than the two I’d had before, and immediately after, Miles swore loudly and erupted, spraying my inner walls with his cum. The pulses of my inner muscles pulled every drop from him, clenching down as his cock throbbed and twitched and finally started to relax.

It took us all a while to become real again. Then, just as I knew they would, both of my men treated me like a queen. Felipe brought a wet washcloth from the bathroom and lovingly cleaned off my chest, and Miles kissed his way from my upper thigh all the way to my lips, stopping before our mouths met to ask me, “Are you alright?”

“I’m amazing,” I gushed. “Too good for words. But I’ll be better when both of you get in the bed and hold me between you. I need that, I think.”

Just like they had all evening, they both happily obliged. I basked in the glow of this night, this perfectly unconventional relationship I never could have dreamed up myself, and fell asleep between the two of them before I could even text Gina and Christine with the news. Like everything in the world but sleep and the warmth of Miles and Felipe’s bodies, they could wait.

29

AARON

Ifelt out of place sitting in the dimly-lit office in a less-than-savory part of town, the weight of my worry pressing down on me. The private investigator I’d finally broken down and hired, Sam Turner, was a no-nonsense type with a sharp gaze that seemed to pierce through the clutter of my jumbled thoughts. I hadn't heard from Whitney in weeks, and the silence had become deafening. My mind alternated between anger and fear, the two emotions warring for dominance.

"Mr. Pierce," Turner began, leaning forward across his desk, "I’ve been looking into your sister’s whereabouts, and I have some information for you. But I have to warn you first. I’m afraid it won’t be very satisfactory."

I nodded, my heart pounding. The memory of Jamie calling out "Mama" in his small, desperate voice just the other night kept flashing through my mind. He was too young to understand why she wasn't there, and fuck, I’d never known my heart was so capable of breaking until I heard that little guy miss his mother out loud. I'd spent an hour or more holding him, trying to comfort him with a story or a song, but it never felt like enough. His mother was the one he needed, not his cold, fumbling uncle, trying futilely to fill a void he could never truly occupy. That was what had finally gotten me to break down and hire a PI.

"I was able to find out that your sister, Whitney Pierce, was last seen with a man named Mark Moreno," the investigator continued. "He's bad news, a career criminal with a long rap sheet—everything from drug trafficking to assault."

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