Nanny for the SEALs by Cassie Cole

12

Rogan

Heather had a truly magnificent ass.

Unlike Brady, I didn’t consider myself to be an ass man. It wasn’t that I was a tits man, either; I just didn’t really have a preference. I liked every part of the female form equally. Women were beautiful, no matter which side I was looking at.

But Heather? Oh man. She looked good in the blue dress she wore at the Lakers game, but what was underneath needed no wrapping paper. Two round orbs, petite yet full, with the curling pink lips of her pussy buried within. She had the most perfect skin too, smooth and soft everywhere I touched. The only blemish was the soft glisten where I had licked chocolate off her back, running down her spine to her ass.

I had intended to tease things out a little longer, introducing the can of whipped cream to the mix, but I couldn’t hold out that long. I had to feel Heather from the inside.

I took hold of my cock and slid it between her beautiful cheeks. The tip disappeared inside as I found her lips, wet and waiting within the depths of those cheeks. And then, just before I could feed her an inch of myself at a time, she decided that wasn’t enough.

She pushed her ass up against me, devouring my cock. All of it. The smooth skin of her ass was smushed against my pelvic bone and my balls felt the tickle of her mound of hair.

I let out a noise that would have been embarrassing in any other context, but here it was okay because it was joined by Heather. A duet of lust and raw, animal-like desire.

I savored the way her pussy clamped down on my dick, squeezing the life out of me. There was a flood of emotions in that moment, emotions that had been dormant until just then. I was relieved that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. Last night’s kiss in the suite bathroom wasn’t just a diversionary tactic. It was real.

All of this is real, I thought while moving aside her waterfall of blonde hair so I could kiss her ear. This is more real than anything I’ve ever felt.

I may have teased and tortured her before, but there was no more playing around. I couldn’t have held myself back if there was a gun to my head. My cock ached for Heather, and being inside her was only the beginning.

I buried my face in her hair as I began to fuck her. Steadily at first, but quickly gaining speed and strength. She moaned along with my strokes and arched her back, letting me in deeper.

The need to kiss her was as great as the need to fuck her, so I tightened a handful of her hair in my fist and twisted her face around. Her lips met mine eagerly, moans vibrating from her throat into my mouth. I pushed as deep as I could, bottoming out inside of her, and her moans rose an octave.

I pulled away and grabbed hold of her waist with both hands. She pushed up to her knees, spreading her legs wide while on all-fours. I held her tightly and pounded her from behind. Her body came alive under my fingers, like her skin itself hummed with electricity.

“Ohh, harder,” she moaned, tossing her hair back. “Don’t stop.”

I gave the woman what she wanted. My hands drifted up to the perfect globes of her ass and I crashed my cock into her again and again. She was tight, so tight, clenching my shaft with a finger-like grip.

“You like it hard?” I gritted out.

Sweat beaded on her temple as she smirked back at me. “Don’t be so gentle.”

Oh, this girl is feisty all right.

I grabbed a handful of her hair, tightened it in my grip, and then pulled. Not too hard—just enough to arch her back and remind her who was in control. She responded with a shuddering gasp, her inner walls vibrating with pleasure around my girth.

Yeah. She liked that, all right.

I kept enough pressure on her hair while fucking her doggy style on the hotel bed. I was going as fast as I could now, bottoming out with every frenzied stroke. My body was in control now, urging me on with primal desire rather than conscious thought. The only things that existed were me, and Heather, and my cock, and Heather’s pussy.

“I’m…” I managed to say in between breaths. I was panting, now. “I’m. So. Close.”

My fingers tightened around her ass cheek, one final grip before I lost control. But Heather gazed over her shoulder at me with a sparkle in her eye.

“Come on me,” she begged. “I want you to come on me.”

I released the grip on her hair and she fell forward on the bed. Like a dance we had choreographed, both of us sprang into motion with urgency: she spun over onto her back beneath me, and I tore the condom off and straddled her chest. She grabbed my ass with both hands, squeezing me the way I had just been squeezing her, and she gazed up at me through her eyelashes with unrestrained desire.

Her breasts heaved with each breath as I took hold of my shaft, but I was already over the edge and soaring toward a toe-curling abyss. I stroked myself twice and then exploded, sticky-white come shooting from the tip and landing all over her perfect skin.

I roared with pleasure as she drank in the sight of me. She made a noise that was part gasp, part moan as I unloaded onto her chest, rope after rope covering her breasts until my balls ached and could give her nothing more.

This time it was Heather who grabbed a handful of my hair. She pulled me to her lips in a deep kiss that lasted so long I was already softening when we finally pulled away, panting and out of breath.

“I feel like a birthday cake,” Heather said. “First came the chocolate, and now the icing.” She gave her chest a burlesque-like wiggle.

I couldn’t help but laugh as I grabbed a napkin from the ice cream bar and wiped the mess off her skin. “I really wanted to come on your feet. But you kink-shamed me during the interrogation yesterday, so I knew that was out. I’m not Idris Elba, after all.”

She sat up on an elbow and gave me a sexy half-smile. “I’d let you do that to me.”

I tossed the napkin in the trash and laid on the bed next to her. “I was only joking. But I’ll gladly come on your chest, if that’s your thing.”

Heather shrugged. “Condoms break. I just wanted to be safe.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Not on the pill, huh?”

“Oh, I am,” she said with a wink. “But I’ve heard stories about sailors going from port to port, sticking their dicks in any hole they can find. And as beautiful as your manhood is, I have no idea where it’s been.” She punctuated it with a little tap on my crown.

I laughed and kissed her again. She had very kissable lips. “I never fooled around on shore leave the way a lot of guys did. I can assure you, I’m clean.”

She smiled softly. “I didn’t take you for that kind of guy. I knew you were clean. I really wanted you to do it on my chest so I could look into your eyes while you came.”

I hadn’t known Heather very long, but I could tell she was the kind of woman who joked about everything. It was her defense mechanism. An act she put on to keep people from getting too close.

But for a few seconds there, she dropped the act. When she said she wanted to look into my eyes while I came? That was the real Heather. I only caught a glimpse, but that was her.

And I loved what I saw.

“Have you made up your mind yet?” I asked.

“About whether I’ll let you come on my feet?” She waggled her palm up. “I’m undecided.”

I laughed and said, “About the nanny job.”

“Well, so far I’m loving the fringe benefits. And no, I’m not just talking about Navy SEAL dick.” She reached across me and grabbed the can of whipped cream. After squirting a huge dollop directly into her mouth, she mumbled, “I could get used to this.”

I resisted the urge to make a joke about squirting cream into her mouth. “Is that a yes?”

She swallowed the cream. (Once again, it was hard not to make a sex joke.) “What about this?” She waved her hand between us. “Doesn’t this complicate things?”

I shrugged. “This is only physical. It doesn’t affect anything with the kids.”

One of Heather’s sharp eyebrows rose. “Are you sure you can just keep it physical? You look like the kind of man who falls in love with the first woman he lays.”

I leaned in close like I was going to kiss her. Our lips were mere millimeters apart. I could smell the whipped cream on her breath.

Before kissing her, I pulled away. “I think I can resist. So you’ll take the job?”

She scrunched up her face in thought. “I’ll do it. Under one condition.”

“Name it.”

Heather jabbed me in the chest. “Never kidnap me in broad daylight again. Not even for, like, kinky role-playing sex reasons.”

I chuckled. “Deal.” I rolled over to reach for my jeans.

“Getting another condom?” she asked. “Bringing one to the hotel room is good preparation. Bringing two is just cocky.”

I pulled out my phone and tapped on the screen. “Here’s the contract. If you really are ready to sign.”

She took the phone from me and scanned the page. “I don’t see anything about my acting career in here.”

“That’s tough to put into a contract,” I replied. “You’ll have to take my word on it. Nanny for our kids for six months, and I’ll call in every favor I have in order to help your acting career.”

Heather nodded and scribbled a signature with her finger. She handed the phone back to me, then flinched.

“Wait! I have another condition.”

“That’s two. You said you only had one.”

“You have to help my friend Maurice, too,” she insisted. “Help my career and his.”

Her expression was so serious that I didn’t make a joke about what Maurice liked in his mouth. Instead, I caressed Heather’s cheek and nodded.

“I’ll help both of you. I promise.”

She visibly relaxed, then brushed her lips against mine. “Good. Then it’s settled.” She bit her lip. “Want to shake on it?”

“We already signed the documents,” I said, extending my hand. “But I’ll shake too.”

She gave me the cutest little smile. “I don’t mean with our hands.”

Yeah. This girl was a winner. And starting tomorrow, she was going to be over at our place five days a week.

It’s going to be a fun six months.

“Unfortunately, I’m not cocky enough to bring a second condom.” I slid off the bed and started getting dressed. “But we can shake on it another time.”

Heather sat up in bed, using a pillow to cover her chest. Which was silly considering I could still see her mound of yellow pubic hair.

“So that is why you came over,” she said, eyes sparkling with humor. “To fuck me into submission so I would sign the contract.”

I pulled the shirt over my head, then slipped on both shoes. “You’re not the only one who can be sneaky. And watch your language. Starting tomorrow, you’ll be around our kids all day.”

I gave her another deep kiss, resisted the urge to do more, and then walked out of the hotel room. Her laughter followed me all the way to the door and out into the hall.