Page 40 of The Nanny Next Door

I grinned, and Miles laughed with both of us, coming up on a bar stool on Lila’s other side.

“I never took you to be such a trickster before, Rojas. Guess you never can know someone.” His smile was warm, and Lila must have made a huge impact on both of us, because his next words were uncharacteristically candid. “I hope you know that no matter what happens between the three of us, Felipe, you’ll always be my best friend. I don’t have any issues with sharing, in part because it’s you, and I want your happiness just as badly as I want my own.”

Oh, damn it. He had to go and get all soft on me, making me want to tear up. Instead, I clenched my manly jaw and decided there was no way I was doing that in a public place. “I feel the same way about you, amigo. And I can see how happy you are with Lila just as well as I can feel that for myself.”

Between us, Lila placed a hand on each of our arms, and she looked into each of our eyes in turn. “You two are wonderful, and I care about you both so much. I… well, what happens now?”

She looked at me imploringly, still searching for guidance in the flurry of new, exciting experiences she’d been exposed to lately. Not for the first time, I felt truly touched that she trusted me enough to reveal that vulnerability, to go out on a limb with me in whatever way I saw fit.

I knew exactly what I wanted to be the next step. I glanced around us, taking in the general emptiness of the bar, the distance of the bartender—definitely out of earshot. So I looked to Miles, then Lila, and leaned toward them both.

“Well, I know that since our first night together, I’ve wanted nothing but to be inside your sweet pussy again,” I told Lila brazenly, placing a hand on her upper thigh, just under the hem of her skirt. Her breath hitched, and Miles leaned in on her other side and placed his own hand on the leg opposite, a physical agreement. Our precious Lila looked back and forth between the two of us as if in a lustful daze.

“I have a room right upstairs, and a bed big enough for the three of us,” I told them, the invitation clear in my words.

My heart fluttered with anticipation and nerves when Lila and Miles both agreed.

28

LILA

This time, I didn’t feel a single ounce of anxiety about my decision as Miles, Felipe, and I rode the elevator together. I’d had both of these men before, and I was ready for round two—and rounds four, six, and ten, for that matter.

My body was humming with need just from these two strong men placing their hands on my thighs. Of course, they didn’t know yet that they’d been so close to my bare, gushing pussy, but they’d find out I hadn’t worn panties tonight soon enough, and my blood heated at the thought of how they’d react. Felipe and Miles were so different as men, and in bed, and there was something exciting about the prospect of seeing the two of them work together to bring me pleasure. They were such good business partners, I was sure they’d be unstoppable in this, too.

When we made it into Felipe’s hotel room, the one cocktail I’d had warming me just as much as the anticipation, I headed straight for the bed and lay across it, ready to be ravished. Felipe laughed, and Miles grinned, too, and they both moved toward me as if in slow motion.

Miles reached me first with his longer strides, and he climbed onto the bed, his expression serious as he moved to kiss me. It was careful and slow, hesitant. He wasn’t a performer, not one who was usually keen on having an audience. But he became more comfortable as the kiss deepened, my own lips guiding him as my need for him grew. Then, I felt Felipe join us on my other side. I broke contact with Miles’ lips to kiss Felipe, showing him how badly I’d missed him in the time we were apart. He was smiling when he pulled away from me.

“Tell us what you want, mi amor, and we’ll do it,” he said, his eyes blazing with lustful intensity. “We want to give you the pleasure you deserve.”

Miles hummed in agreement. Always so efficient, he took the pause while I considered the possibilities to reach for me, sliding his careful hands down each of my bare legs to reach my ankles. It was hard to think of what to ask for when his hands were on me. God, where was I supposed to start? I wanted everything. All of it. I wanted them both to surrender themselves to me. Miles reached my first shoe, his intention clearly to undo the buckles on my impractical heels, but as he lifted the first of my legs to better access it, he caught a glimpse under my skirt and froze.

My pulse was thundering in my ears. Miles couldn’t drag his eyes away from my pussy, staring at it like an oasis in the desert. Felipe took notice of this and followed his friend’s gaze. Miles spread my thighs to give him a better view.

“Oh, Lila. You play so innocent, but then you show up with no panties? That’s not good girl behavior.” Felipe was grinning wickedly as he said it, and I felt my nipples peak against the silken fabric of my dress.

“I never said I was innocent,” I told him. “I have plenty of impure thoughts about both of you right now.”

“Tell us,” Miles demanded.

Miles finished removing both of my shoes before I was able to answer. Then, I started with something simple. “I want to undress you. Both of you,” I breathed.

They obliged, giving me room to sit up so I could take more control. I stripped off Felipe’s jacket first, then I turned to Miles and began undoing his shirt buttons. Soon, they were both bare from the waist up, Felipe’s olive-brown skin a stark contrast to his friend’s cool paleness. Miles was leaner than Felipe, too, with a fine layer of golden hair to contrast Felipe’s pure black line going down from his belly button. They were both so different, but so perfectly mine.

When I placed a hand on each of their chests, right over their beating hearts, both men leaned into my touch. Felipe moved forward to kiss my neck, making me sigh in pleasure, while I reached for his belt buckle and started to undo it. As he slid the belt free from his pants, I moved to do the same to Miles, managing to release his button and zipper in no time, too. Soon, both men were down to their underwear, their hard bulges making my mouth water, and I pulled them both to me by their waistbands, my next request forming in my mind and on my lips.

“I want to suck Felipe’s cock,” I heard myself saying in a voice that felt unfamiliar to me, my cheeks flushing all the while, “and I want Miles to lick my pussy. Please.”

Felipe swore in Spanish, and Miles looked at me with nothing but need in his icy eyes. Easily and with much enthusiasm, they both moved to follow my orders.

Miles reached for the zipper at my back, and he and Felipe both helped strip me bare, each taking one of the straps at my shoulders and dragging it down until my breasts were exposed, then my stomach, and then every inch of me. Miles threw the dress to the side and knelt on the floor at the edge of the bed, while Felipe brought himself closer to me and helped me adjust.

It was logistically more difficult to navigate three of us at once, but Miles was smart and solution-minded, even in this, so he pulled me further down the mattress until I was perched at the edge. He parted my legs and propped them up on his shoulders, which was already deeply sexy. Felipe had no issues with my awkwardness, either. He got comfortable, kneeling beside me on the duvet, and then his hard cock was so close to my lips, though it was still covered for now.

“Comfortable?” Miles asked from his spot at the foot of the bed. Honestly, the answer was yes. Felipe’s body was warm beside me and his fingers were stroking my hair, Miles had his hands on me, and there was no place in the world I’d rather be than here. I nodded, and Miles took that as his cue, letting his wicked tongue slide out and drag through my wetness. I shivered, and he dove in with a hot, open-mouthed kiss.

I was almost too lost in the sensations to remember I’d assigned myself a task, too. I was panting from the pleasure Miles was giving me when I turned my face toward Felipe and reached up to free him from his boxer-briefs.

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