Nanny for the SEALs by Cassie Cole

32

Rogan

I had a mountain of security work waiting for me. Not just the stuff for Amirah Pratt, either—all of the normal management and decision-making that came from running a nationwide security company. I had at least a dozen phone calls to make, and seven hundred emails sitting in my Inbox. And to top it all off, I was still exhausted from last night’s excitement.

But right now, all I could think about were the terrible, wonderful, filthy things I wanted to do to the nanny.

Heather was the kind of woman I couldn’t keep my hands off. Her body drew my eyes like a magnet. When she wasn’t around, I found myself daydreaming about her. What we had already done, and what I would do the next time I saw her. She was occupying a larger part of my focus with every passing day.

I knew all of this while we stood in my office, but still couldn’t stop myself from taking her in my arms and kissing her.

Heather moaned into my embrace, and I lifted her off the ground and placed her on the edge of my desk. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me into her with every bit as much desire as I felt.

I’ll admit: it was strange kissing her in front of Brady. I felt his eyes on the both of us, drinking in the sight of our tongues flicking together wetly. But it felt natural, too. I spent the last ten years sharing everything with Brady and Asher. Food, housing, children, even the danger that came with being Navy SEALs.

Compared to that, sharing a woman was downright easy.

Heather pulled away and gazed into my eyes for a moment. I got the impression she was making sure I was okay with this. Then she reached for Brady, beckoning him into my office and grabbing a handful of his shirt when he was close enough. With her legs still wrapped around me, she began kissing Brady deeply, their mouths open to each other and bodies surging hungrily.

With Brady pulling her face toward his, Heather’s neck was exposed. I couldn’t help but dive into it, kissing and nuzzling her smooth, warm skin. She reacted with a newer moan, more primal this time, while the two of us worshiped her with our lips.

Heather pulled away from Brady, chest heaving and short of breath, before kissing me again. Her tongue flew into my mouth, a deeper kiss than before, and my hand shot up to paw at her breast through her blouse.

Not to be left standing there, Brady shouldered me to the side and said, “Make room, pal. I’ve got work to do.” I thought he was making a joke about getting back to work in the office, but then he fell to his knees between Heather’s legs and shoved his face up into her skirt. I was still kissing Heather, and she suddenly surged upward with surprise—and pleasure.

“Oh,” she moaned, arching her back momentarily before diving back into our kiss.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Brady murmured down below. I couldn’t see his head underneath her skirt, but Heather went tight like a wire before relaxing into me again. Brady didn’t do anything half-assed, and I could tell that extended to the way he went down on her.

As former SEALs, there was nothing we wouldn’t do to complete a mission.

Heather’s hands explored my body like it was our first time, running over my arms and chest and down to the front of my pants. Her fingers were desperate and frantic as she unbuckled my belt and yanked down the zipper, and when she finally took hold of me, my cock throbbed underneath her tender touch.

I moaned as she jacked me off, and that reverberated into her own sultry cry of pleasure. Her chest heaved and her breath quickened as the cry grew louder, until she was shuddering beneath my grasp and squeezing her legs around Brady’s head like she never wanted him to stop.

“Hurry,” she begged as she came down from her bliss. Her temple was damp with sweat, which darkened her blonde hair to a golden brown. “I need you. I need both of you.”

Brady rose from underneath her skirt and wiped his mouth. “Don’t need to tell me twice. Rogan’ll tell you: I’m good at following orders.”

His pants were off in an instant. Heather pulled her own panties down and pulled me into her, kissing me deeply once more while using her free hand to guide me into her entrance. She was soaking wet now, and I slid into her with shocking ease.

Heather craned her neck and sighed, then wrapped her legs around my torso. “There’s no time to be gentle. I want you two to take me, like I’m an objective in your mission briefing.”

I smiled down at her. “If that’s what you want.”

She gasped as I slammed forward, bottoming out inside of her. Then I planted a hand on her chest, first to squeeze her supple breast, but then to shove her down to the desk. I held her down roughly, pinning her back against the wood while driving into her faster now.

Heather bit her lip and seemed to preen underneath my gaze.

Like Brady had said, he was good at following directions. If Heather wanted to be taken, then he was going to conquer her without hesitation. He rounded the desk until he was alongside her. He laced his fingers into her hair and then tightened them into a fist, yanking her head toward his waiting cock.

Once again, I thought about how strange it was to be having a threesome with my best friend. For both of us to be taking her from each end. But it was absolutely exhilarating now that we were in the throes of passion. Watching Brady fuck Heather’s mouth somehow intensified my own pleasure, if that were even possible.

It was good. It was so good.

Heather opened her eager lips and accepted what he gave her. She tried to bob her head up and down, but Brady was the one in charge, now. He used his grip on her hair to hold her head in place while he fucked her face, using her like his own personal sex toy. Heather responded by arching her back on the desk and groaning around his shaft, and I felt her pussy lips clamp down around me.

I drove into her again and again, the shuddering shock of my thrusts causing the desk to slam against the wall and her breasts to bounce hypnotically. Brady’s fingers cupped her jaw as he buried his cock deep in her mouth. She took more of it than I would have expected, her own fingers squeezing Brady’s thighs when he pushed too far, always on the edge of choking her. But she was moaning with ecstasy, pulling him into her when he tried to pull away, letting him know that she wanted more, and more, and more.

Sweat trailed down my neck and collected along the collar of my dress shirt, but I didn’t slow down. Soon, the sight of her beautiful body splayed out on the desk, being fucked from both ends, was too much for me to handle. I pawed at her breast through her blouse, squeezing it hungrily as my own explosive climax drew near.

Heather and I had been together enough times that we knew each other’s signals—a quickening of the breath; the way our fingers squeezed each other’s bodies tighter; the rise in intensity from our moans. I gave one final thrust before intending to pull out and come all over her belly, just like I had done before.

But Heather wrapped her legs around me and squeezed, holding me inside of her. I pulled against her legs, trying to break free from her grasp as I felt myself falling over the edge into the ocean of ecstasy. Didn’t she know I was seconds away from coming?

She broke away from Brady’s cock long enough to say, “I want it inside of me! Fill me!”

The permission was more than I could ever want. I gave another hurried pump, driving deeper inside of her, just as I finally crested the peak. I felt myself explode inside of her, a gushing fountain of love that matched the tingling pleasure that electrified my body from my thighs up to my chest, and I let out a roar that was so intense it surprised even myself.

“Take it,” Brady said, fist tightening in her hair as he shoved himself deeper down her throat. “Take every drop… oh fuck! Fuck, Heather, yes, I’m coming, I’m coming in your mouth…”

Heather’s hand went between her legs and she rubbed herself fiercely while the two of us came inside of her, shuddering with release as we filled her from both ends, until we had nothing left to give.

Our conjoined bodies slowly became still and silent. The only sound was the three of us taking exhausted, ragged breaths.

Heather finally released the vice-like grip of her legs, then sat up and kissed a bead of sweat from my neck. “That was nice.”

“Nice?” Brady said, chest still heaving. “That was… it was… Fuck. I don’t even have a word for it.”

She twisted and kissed him on the lips. “It was outstanding.”

“I don’t get a kiss?” I teased.

Heather raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you want to kiss me? I just swallowed approximately two buckets worth of Brady’s come.”

“Oh,” I said. “Uh… good point. I’m not quite ready for that, yet.”

She kissed me on the neck again. “We’ll work up to it.”

While the three of us got dressed, I said, “I have to admit: coming inside you was better than pulling out. A lot better. What made you want to do that?”

She shimmied into her panties and said, “I enjoyed it last night, so I wanted to do it again. With you.”

I glanced over at Brady. “You, uh, let Brady come inside you? Unprotected?”

“Hey!” Brady said defensively. “I’m a hundred percent clean. I haven’t had sex in over a year.”

I scoffed. “A year? What about Veronica?”

Heather giggled like she had heard this discussion already.

“I didn’t sleep with Veronica!” Brady whined. “And no, I don’t want to talk about it. Geez, I’m getting interrogated before my dick is even soft…”

Heather gave me a wink. “You and I were already having sex without a condom. I’m on birth control. I don’t want you to pull out anymore. I want to feel you to the very end.”

I leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips, not caring where they had just been. “I want that, too.”

Heather’s phone buzzed. She glanced at it. “That’s Asher. The kiddos are stirring.”

“Perfect timing,” Brady said.

Heather started to put the phone away, then frowned. “I have a missed call. And a voicemail.”

“It must have come through while we were fooling around,” I said. “Sorry for distracting you.”

“No apology needed,” she said while holding the phone to her ear. “That’s the kind of distraction I’ll gladly welcome while…”

She trailed off, and her eyes widened as she listened to the voicemail.

“No way,” she muttered. “I don’t believe it.”

“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Heather? Are you okay?”

“The anti-smoking commercial I auditioned for?” She lowered the phone. “I got the part.”