Nanny for the SEALs by Cassie Cole

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Heather

I can’t believe I’m actually doing this, I thought.

Part of the draw of becoming an actor was that I could be someone different whenever I wanted. I could play a Victorian-era duchess one month, then a high school English teacher the next. I could be whatever I wanted, bouncing from role to role.

I wasn’t acting tonight—everything was real, very real—but I was definitely diving into a role I had never tried before. The role of woman who has threesome with two guys. It was magical. It was naughty.

And it was so, so much fun to try.

Maurice is going to freak when he finds out.

Neither of these guys were as endowed as Rogan, but they were still bigger than most. Brady’s thickness stretched me wonderfully, making me ache with torrid pleasure. And although I could only fit half of Asher in my mouth, I pulled him toward me on the couch and sucked him off for all I was worth.

Being shared was incredible. It was so much hotter than just the physical connection of having two men at the same time. Everything about our sinful, scintillating act filled my body with pleasure.

I’m having a threesome.

Brady held my legs wide and buried himself into me. Sweat glistened on his bulging muscles and made his hair cling to the side of his head, and he gave me a lusty smile while giving it to me.

Asher’s moans continued to fill the room while I blew him. His fingers danced into my hair, caressing but not grabbing to guide me up and down on him.

My body rolled back and forth as I savored the dual thrusts of their cocks.

“You gotta feel her,” Brady gritted out. “You have no idea until you feel it yourself.”

The two of them switched positions. Brady bent low to jam his tongue into my mouth in a deep kiss while Asher positioned himself between my legs. I moaned into Brady’s kiss as Asher filled me slowly, inch by inch, hands gripping my waist for leverage until he had filled me from tip to base.

I arched my back and reached for Brady’s shaft, pulling it toward me until I could wrap my lips around him. I could taste myself on his skin, a sexy reminder that he was filling me only moments ago. I was being swapped back and forth.

I still can’t believe I’m doing this.

The taboo nature of the act electrified every stroke and touch. Having sex with two men at the same time was multiplication, not addition; it created an experience so much more powerful and intense than just the sum of their parts.

“You were right,” Asher sighed while fucking me steadily. “I’ve never felt someone like this…”

“Like the first time,” Brady agreed, guiding my head up and down on his shaft.

I lost myself in the mindless motions on the couch. A hand clung to my breast, and I didn’t know whose it was because my eyes were clamped shut from the pleasure coursing through me. Another finger went between my legs and rubbed my clit, sending new electricity up my spine. I moaned louder, allowing Brady’s thickness to muffle the noise.

Their breathing quickened along with their motions, faster and more urgent, until there was no going back.

“I’m going to come,” Asher gasped, cock grinding into me with need. “Do you want me to pull…”

“No!” I cried out. “Stay inside me. Please.”

I had been doing that with Rogan, making him pull out and come on my belly or chest, but I didn’t want that now. As I gazed up at Asher’s gorgeous face, his fair skin flush with intensity and concentration, I desperately wanted him to come inside of me. I wanted to feel it.

Asher renewed his pace, fingers clawing at my body, grabbing onto anything and everything. I ran my hand over his chest, savoring the ridges and valleys of his muscular body, a body which was totally focused on the act of pleasuring me. Brady’s fingers were rubbing a fire into my clit, and I clamped down my inner muscles onto Asher.

He roared with pleasure, eyes wide with shock. The moment I felt his cock pulse inside of me, my own orgasm slammed into me like a freight train. My body surged upward, riding the endless waves of pleasure as the former Navy SEAL filled me with his seed.

I stroked Brady rapidly while this happened, my fingers tight around his shaft. As soon as Asher went still inside me, Brady moved down the couch and practically shoved him out of the way.

“I need her,” he groaned, trying to guide his cock toward my drenched lips. “I’m coming, oh fuck Heather!”

His first explosion shot out into my mound of pubic hair, and then he buried the tip of his cock into my pussy. He trembled inside me, earthquake shock after earthquake shock, extending my orgasm with the mere sight of his ecstasy.

Brady’s muscles flexed as he held onto my waist for dear life, his cock throbbing endlessly inside me as he gave me every drop that he had.

*

“Neither of you have had sex since last year, huh?” I asked.

The two men were sitting on the couch, with me splayed across them. Asher and I were nude, but Brady had insisted on pulling his boxer-briefs back on first.

“It’s been a total of three years for me,” Asher said while caressing my legs. “I can assure you, it was worth the wait.”

I glanced up at Brady, who was gently massaging my scalp with his thumb. “And you?”

He shrugged awkwardly. “I dunno. Two years, maybe? Yeah, two years this Fourth of July. I hooked up with a girl at that mixer in Anaheim.”

“I remember that,” Asher said. “Although I’m shocked you haven’t done anything since, considering how often you go out. And how often you brag about your conquests.”

“I, uh, put on a big show sometimes,” Brady said. He looked off at the wall.

“What about Veronica?” Asher insisted. “You said she was, and I quote, a freak.”

“She was a freak… at karaoke,” Brady replied. “You should’ve heard her sing Uptown Funk. But naw, we never got past second base.”

“Any reason why?” I asked.

Brady shrugged again. “I dunno. I guess I was trying not to rush it. I was looking for something more special. But it didn’t work out.”

I kissed Brady’s thigh. He was opening up to me, being vulnerable around me, and it drew me toward him. Before, he was a hot, cocky hunk. Now he was a hot, cocky hunk with feelings.

What can I say? I like complicated guys.

“This was one hell of a night, then,” I said. “It’s the first time either of you have had sex in several years, and it was the first time I’ve had a threesome.”

“Oh shit, we popped your threesome cherry?” Brady asked. “Nice.” He held up a hand to high-five Asher.

And just like that, he was back to normal.

“I’ve always fantasized about it,” I admitted. “But I never thought I would get the opportunity.”

“What about wild Hollywood parties?” Asher asked. “We’ve heard a lot of stories from clients.”

“I’m not in Hollywood yet,” I said. “I’m still just an aspiring actor. Hopefully by this time next year, I’ll be having this conversation with Brad Pitt and Michael Cera.”

Brady flinched on the couch. “Michael Cera? The scrawny guy?”

“Hey, don’t judge me,” I said. “He’s got a cute, awkward nerd thing going on. Like Asher.”

Asher cleared his throat. “Oh, I don’t think I have anything like that going on.”

“Trust me, you do.” I gave his thigh a pat.

Brady chuckled and said, “So did your first threesome live up to your expectations?”

“It didn’t just live up to them. It exceeded them.”

“Fucking nice.” Brady tried to high-five Asher again. This time, the blond man returned the gesture.

I sat up, kissed Brady, and then turned my lips to Asher. The latter gave me a deeper kiss, the kind that stirred something inside of me and made me wonder if we could have a second round of fun.

But then he pulled away, got up, and started retrieving his clothes.

“Dibs on the ice cream in the fridge,” I said while pulling on my own dress.

“Oh,” Brady said. For a brief moment, he wore the exact same guilty expression that his son Dustin sometimes wore. “I sort of ate the rest of the ice cream.”

“Then I’ll sneak one of the treats from the big reward bucket,” I said.

Asher coughed into his hand. “Do you have the required stars?”

I glared at him.

“Heather tasered Jimmy Cardannon earlier,” Brady chimed in. “I think that’s worth ten stars. Every day. For the next month.”

I patted him on the cheek. “I like the way you think.”

I went into the kitchen with the two men in tow. The small bucket had fun-sized candies, but the big bucket had the king-sized bars. I ripped the wrapper off a Peanut Butter Snickers and moaned as the salty, chocolaty mixture dissolved in my mouth.

“You didn’t moan that loudly when you were with us,” Brady said.

I swallowed and grinned at him. “Sex is great and all, but it can’t compete with chocolate.”

There was a sound on the staircase outside, and then a key unlocked the front door. Rogan strode inside slowly.

“You’re home early,” Asher said. “Everything all right?”

Rogan’s eyes went to me, then to the two other men, then back to me. “We need to talk,” he said grimly.

The chocolate turned to ash in my mouth. Have I made a huge mistake?