Nanny for the SEALs by Cassie Cole

28

Brady

Is this girl fucken serious?

Heather was a goddamn smokeshow. A face made for Hollywood, and a body that was so luscious it caused me physical, debilitating pain. I missed most of the Lakers game because I kept glancing over at her long, smooth legs. The more of her whiskey sour she drank, the farther her dress slid up her thigh.

I wanted to do terrible, depraved things to this girl.

But of course, Rogan had already claimed her. Nothing I could do about that. Guys had a code, and I wasn’t going to touch her unless I knew Rogan was totally fine with it. Which I doubted he would be since the two of them had just started hooking up.

Keep it in your pants for the kids, I had been telling myself since she moved in yesterday. You can look, but don’t touch. Stripper rules.

But then she had teased Asher about some porno movie, and now the two of them were making out by the bar. I didn’t know what was happening, but I knew I was buzzed. And if I didn’t extricate myself from the situation pronto, I was going to shatter the stripper rule.

And then she said it.

Heather said the words that shattered my heart into pieces, then put them back together, then pumped so fast that my cock was as hard as a Navy bulkhead.

“You can stay, but you can’t just watch.”

A threesome.

This stupidly-sexy woman wanted to have a threesome with me and Asher.

Here in the man-cave.

Right fucking now.

“Uh,” I said. Why was my mouth suddenly dry? “I’m not sure if, uh…” I swallowed and found the words that needed to be said. “Rogan. You’ve been with him, so I don’t want to fuck up anything that—”

“This was Rogan’s idea.” Heather pulled away from Asher’s embrace and strode to the door on those long, smooth legs. She closed the door and spun back around, blonde hair swirling around her face.

“It was?” I asked.

“He mentioned it to me, too,” Asher said. The color was returning to his face, but he was still breathing heavily. “He was serious.”

“And he’s not here,” Heather said, slowly walking back toward us. “Which means I need to be satisfied another way. And I don’t mean by watching porn.”

I felt powerless to move as she approached. Her dress flowed over her curves like water, giving a glimpse of the shapely hips underneath. Her eyes were intense and demanding, more than usual for this sparkplug of a woman. I had a feeling that she was going to get what she wanted tonight, no matter what we thought.

Fortunately, I wanted her badly. More badly than I had wanted anything in a long time.

Heather melded her body against mine, letting me feel the warmth of her breasts through my shirt. She paused with her lips mere inches from mine; I could smell the whiskey sour on her breath, and the perfume-like scent of her shampoo. She stayed there, lips close but not touching, for several heartbeats.

Waiting.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I folded my arms around her and crushed my mouth against hers. Our lips churned animalistically, driven by pure desire rather than conscious thought. She was a woman, I was a man, and we wanted each other.

She pried her lips from mine, took my hand, and led me over to the couch. I shot Asher a look: Are we really doing this?

He gave me a nod that I recognized from many a mission: I’m in if you are.

You’re goddamn right I was in.

Heather sat me on the couch and removed my belt. I was rock-hard at this point, and her hand brushed over the bulge in my jeans like she didn’t notice it. But there was no ignoring it when she slid my pants down, revealing my throbbing shaft.

Her head hung over my crotch, breath whispering against my cock. Slowly, she raised her eyes to mine, and a smile spread on her face.

Lord almighty, I practically blew my load all over myself right then and there. That’s the kind of look Heather gave me.

I sighed as her long fingers danced up my thighs, surrounding my base in a flanking maneuver that would impress any military tactician. Both hands wrapped around me, one over the other. She never broke eye contact as she slowly lowered her face to me, mouth parting like she was about to blow out her birthday candles.

Again, I have no idea how I didn’t come right then. The Lord works in mysterious ways.

“Like I said,” Heather whispered in a tone dripping with eroticism, “I want to make it up to you guys for what happened at the suite. Do you want me to do that?”

I nodded my head like I was a fucking Pez dispenser.

Heather’s tongue slowly appeared and touched the underside of my crown. I felt every muscle in my body tense as she licked up my slit, then around my tip in a circle. Her blonde hair whispered along my thighs as she moved. I wanted to grab a fistful of that hair and push her down, giving all of myself to her rather than just teasing.

But I was loving what she was doing to me, and I didn’t want it to stop.

Finally her eyes left mine and swung to Asher, who was still standing by the bar cart. “I thought I said no one was allowed to just watch.”

And then, in one smooth motion, she took me into her mouth.

I leaned back into the couch and moaned loudly as she sucked on my tip. I was dimly aware of Asher coming over to the couch and sitting next to me, pants ruffling as he undressed, but I didn’t give a single fuck about any of that. Heather’s lips were around my cock, and that required my full and undivided attention.

She stroked my shaft while sucking me off. Her mouth felt incredible. I brushed aside her hair and once again resisted the urge to take hold of it. The way Heather looked up at me said she knew what I was thinking, and that I had made the right decision.

Heather pulled off the tip, swirled her tongue around me, and then slid sideways to do the same to Asher. I saw that my best friend was totally nude—I just caught a glance, don’t make it weird—so I pulled my Backstreet Boys T-shirt off and tossed it across the room. Heather maintained a strong grip on my shaft while her head bobbed over Asher. Fuck, even her fingers felt amazing. Normally I prided myself in my sexual stamina, but if she kept going like this…

This girl’s unreal, I thought. I’m about to explode.

I slid off the couch and kissed her arm, then raised her dress up. Her panties were white with pink frills around the side.

She turned to me and said, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“You told me I wasn’t allowed to watch,” I replied. “So I’m becoming an active participant.”

I laid down on my back on the floor, grabbed Heather’s thighs, and slid my head underneath her dress. There was a damp spot on the center of her panties, one that was quickly spreading. I was absolutely starving for her by this point, so I didn’t waste any time: I pulled aside her panties, and took a long, admiring look at her curled pink lips.

Then I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pulled her down onto my face.

Her body came alive on top of me. She let out a long moan, arching her back and pushing her pussy down into my face. I accepted her eagerly, lapping my tongue up and down her drenched slit.

Heather’s cries of pleasure suddenly changed—they were being muffled, presumably by my good pal’s stiffness. I imagined her sucking on him the way she had just done to me, tongue swirling and lips pressed against the skin of my shaft…

Enough of that. I had a new task to focus on.

I considered myself good in bed. Not trying to brag; just the facts, ma’am. I had a pretty long tongue, and I knew how to use it. Well, the way Heather reacted above me only reinforced this belief. She moved back and forth on my face, riding me gently. I felt her inner muscles clench around my tongue. Soon she was bucking against me, practically humping my face until her cries of pleasure became clear again, not muffled by anything in her mouth.

Her fingernails clawed at my arms, which were still wrapped tightly around her thighs. I held her against my face while I swirling my tongue around her clit, and then she trembled and went slack in my arms with release.

Only then did I release my grip. She slid sideways off me, and I got to my knees and wiped my mouth with the back of my arm. I didn’t think she would want to kiss my face after it had been power-washed by her lady parts, but she grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me more fiercely than I had ever been kissed.

“I want you,” she breathed. “Both of you.”

Asher’s face was flush with passion. “Let me get some protection from my roo-”

I reached for my jeans pocket and came out with a three-pack of condoms. Asher and Heather both stared at me like I had produced a rabbit out of a hat.

“Do you always keep a pack of condoms in your pocket?” Asher asked.

I stared at him. “Do you not?”

Heather laughed, rich and carefree and full of excitement rather than mocking.

I shrugged. “Be prepared. I learned that in the Boy Scouts.”

“You weren’t in the Boy Scouts,” Asher pointed out.

“Well, I had a lot of friends who were,” I replied. “It seemed like a good motto to live by. So…” I jiggled the condom pack in the air.

Heather kissed my arm and said, “I wish we didn’t have to use protection. I’m on the pill, and I’m clean. The only time I’ve ever not used protection was with Rogan. If the two of you…”

I glanced at Asher. “I’ve never had sex without a condom,” I said.

Asher nodded. “We had to get tested for our insurance last year. I’m clean. I haven’t, well, had sex since then.”

“Yeah, same here,” I added.

Asher frowned at me. “You haven’t had sex in over a year? You?”

I gave them both an awkward smile. “It’s possible that I exaggerate how much sex I have.”

Heather bit her lip. “I want you both. Completely naturally. Right now.”

When a lady asks for something, it’s only polite to give her what she wants.

I pulled her dress over her head. Her bra matched the panties, white with pink lace. I pushed her over to the edge of the couch, then yanked her panties down off her legs. While I did that, Asher kissed Heather and removed her bra.

Fucken teamwork. I know they teach that in the Boy Scouts.

I took a moment to admire the goddess laying on the couch before me. Her blonde hair was splayed across her chest in ringlets, like vines holding up the fruit of her breasts. She kept her knees together modestly, like I hadn’t just treated her pussy like an all-you-can-eat buffet. It was cute. She was beautiful.

And I couldn’t wait a moment longer.

I pried apart her legs and inched forward. I slowly rubbed my crown against her sopping-wet entrance, intending to go slowly and tenderly. Heather had other ideas. She grabbed my ass with both hands, gave me a squeeze, and then pulled me into her.

I gasped and moaned as I filled her with my cock, from tip to base. Her entire body rode up like she was inflating, back arched and mouth chewing at the air in a rough groan. Asher leaned toward her from the side and swallowed her cries with a deep kiss, tongues churning together passionately.

I was telling the truth before: I’d never had unprotected sex before. That’s one of those things they drilled (pun intended) into our heads at boot camp: always wear your helmet. If a sailor got an STD and then passed it on to someone else, they could get reprimanded. Nobody wanted to be that guy.

And oh baby, I was glad I had been careful all my life, because it was worth the wait to be with Heather without a condom. It was a night-and-day difference in terms of feeling.

Or maybe that’s just how Heather feels, I thought.

I gripped her flesh tightly and began to gyrate back and forth. She moved her body with me, up and down like we both knew the steps to this carnal, erotic dance. She wrapped her legs around my back and squeezed me into her, then relaxed as I pulled back, then squeezed me into her again.

I never knew this could feel so good, I thought while surrendering to the unrestrained motion of our bodies.