Page 55 of Nanny for the Bikers

Kip smirks and tosses me the bowl, scattering a few fluffy kernels across my lap in the process. I can’t help but chuckle.

As the opening scene unfolds on screen, I let myself relax, sinking further into the cushions. Teller and Clay are sitting to my left, and Kip on my right, all four of us somehow managing to squeeze onto the sectional.

A sudden warmth spreads across my thigh, sending a tingling sensation through my body. I glance down, my breath catching in my throat as I realize it’s Clay’s hand, his fingers gentlycaressing my skin through the thin fabric of my leggings. My heart begins to race, his touch igniting a fire deep within me.

I try to focus on the movie, but it’s becoming increasingly difficult with Clay’s hand inching higher, his fingers now grazing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I bite my lip, suppressing a gasp as he moves closer to my core, his touch both tantalizing and teasing.

Just as I think I might combust from the anticipation, I feel Teller’s lips graze the side of my neck, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. His kisses are soft at first, barely there, but they quickly grow more insistent, his tongue darting out to taste my skin.

I’m lost in a haze of sensation, my mind struggling to process the overwhelming feelings coursing through my body. Clay’s grip on my thigh tightens, his fingers now mere inches from where I crave his touch the most. Teller’s lips trail along my jaw, his teeth gently nipping at my earlobe.

“Guys,” I manage to whisper, my voice breathy and strained. “What about the movie?”

Clay chuckles, his deep voice sending vibrations through my body. “I think we’ve found something much more interesting to focus on, don’t you?”

I can only nod, my words failing me as Teller’s hands begin to roam, skimming along my sides and brushing the underside of my breasts. I arch into his touch, my body yearning for more.

Kip’s hand cups my chin, gently but firmly turning my face towards his. His blue eyes are dark with desire as they meet mine, and my breath catches in my throat. “Ayla,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing across my lower lip. “You’re so beautiful.”

Before I can respond, his lips are on mine, soft yet demanding. I melt into the kiss, my hands instinctively reaching up to tangle in his sandy blonde hair. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, deepening the kiss and sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core.

As Kip kisses me senseless, I feel Clay’s hands tugging at the waistband of my panties. He slides them down my legs with agonizing slowness, his fingers skimming along my skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. I lift my hips slightly, allowing him to remove the flimsy fabric completely.

Teller’s lips continue their assault on my neck, his teeth grazing my pulse point and making me gasp into Kip’s mouth. His hands roam freely now, cupping my breasts through the thin material of my shirt and teasing my nipples into hardened peaks.

I’m overwhelmed by the sensations, my body on fire from their combined touches. A small voice in the back of my mind whispers that this is too much, too fast, but for once, I silence it. This feels right.

I break away from Kip’s kiss, panting heavily as I look up at him through hooded eyes. “Don’t stop,” I plead, my voice barely above a whisper. “Please, don’t stop.”

Clay’s fingers trail up my inner thigh, leaving a blazing path in their wake. My breath hitches as he reaches the apex of my thighs, his fingers brushing against my aching core. “So wet already, baby,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky. “Is this all for us?”

I can only whimper in response, my hips bucking against his hand, seeking more friction. Clay chuckles, the sound sending shivers down my spine. He begins to circle my clit with histhumb, applying just the right amount of pressure to make me see stars.

“Should we take these off, baby?” he asks, his voice low and rough with desire. “Or do you want to keep them on while we make you come?”

I can barely form a coherent thought, let alone speak. But somehow I manage to gasp out, “Off. Please, take them off.”

My skin is on fire, my every nerve ending begging for their touch. They’re torturing me, and I’ve never felt more alive.

Teller’s hands continue their exploration, slipping under my shirt and pushing my bra out of the way. His fingers find my nipples, rolling and tugging at them until I’m arching my back, silently begging for more. “You like that, don’t you, sweetheart?” he whispers against my skin, his breath hot on my neck.

Kip’s lips find mine again, swallowing the moans that threaten to escape. His kiss is demanding, possessive, as if he’s staking his claim on me. I willingly surrender, letting him take control as Clay and Teller continue their sweet torture.

I tear my mouth away from Kip’s, gasping for air as the pleasure builds inside me. “More,” I beg, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. “Please, I need more.”

Teller pinches my nipples harder, sending a jolt of pain-laced pleasure straight to my core. “Patience, baby,” he soothes, his deep voice washing over me like a caress. “We’ve got all night to take care of you.”

Kip’s hands suddenly leave my face as he reaches down, gripping the hem of my shirt. In one swift motion, he pulls it over my head, tossing it carelessly to the side. Before I can even registerthe cool air on my bare skin, his mouth is on my breast, sucking hard on my nipple while his fingers tug and twist the other.

“Oh god,” I moan, my head falling back against Teller’s shoulder. The sensations are overwhelming - Kip’s mouth on my breast, Teller’s hands roaming my body, Clay’s finger still buried deep inside me. It’s almost too much, and yet not nearly enough.

I buck my hips, desperate for more friction, more pressure, more anything. But Teller’s hands grip my waist, holding me firmly in place. “Not so fast, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “We’re in control here, remember? Just relax and let us take care of you.”

I whimper in frustration, but I know he’s right. I’m completely at their mercy, and the thought sends a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me. I force myself to be still, to surrender to the pleasure they’re giving me.

Kip’s mouth continues its assault on my breasts, licking and biting and sucking until I’m writhing beneath him. His hands skim down my sides, his fingertips leaving trails of fire in their wake.

Clay slides two fingers inside me again, this time curling them just so. I arch my back, a moan escaping my lips.

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