Bad Nanny (The Bad Nanny Trilogy #1)(28)
She looks up at me and then bites the inside of her cheek.
“Am I going to feel those? Will they hurt?”
“Oh, you'll feel 'em, babe, but in a good way.” I grin and flash the condom in my fingers. “Ready for this?” I ask and Brooke nods, her mouth slightly parted, eyes flickering with desire. She watches me as I climb onto the bed on my knees, tearing open the condom and slicking the lubed up latex down my shaft.
Brooke puts her hands on my chest and opens her legs for me, letting me kneel between her perfect, white thighs.
Oh, yeah. This is gonna be great.
Brooke and I make eye contact as I slide my tongue along my lower lip and then kiss her, enjoying the warm feel of her hands on my chest as we relax back into the pillows, warm sunshine leaking through the peach colored curtains above the bed.
My right hand cups Brooke's left breast, kneading the flesh as she makes more of those crazy sexy small sounds against my mouth, breath coming frantic and wild as I tease her folds with my cock, giving her a taste of what's to come. She spreads her knees wide for me, putting her palms on either one of my cheeks. For whatever reason, that particular move makes me crazy horny.
I can't wait anymore; I think we both need this.
The head of my cock pushes up against the tight heat of Brooke's body as she sucks in a massive breath, and I thrust my hips forward, filling her up with a wild groan. Whoa, baby. I feel like I'm getting the tightest, warmest, best goddamn hug around my cock.
“Holy sweet baby Jesus,” I whisper as she gasps and squeezes my face between her hands. “Aw, Brooke.” I lay there for a moment to let her get settled, get used to the feel of my body inside of hers. This is so my favorite part of sex, watching a woman's face as she takes me in, gets off on the hard pressure of my cock. This is my reason for living right here, to give chicks pleasure like this. “No pain?”
“I said I was a virgin, not that I didn't masturbate,” she whispers, still carrying some of that attitude hiding behind her fresh-face. “I have dildos bigger than you.”
“Bullshit.” I thrust my hips and her cheeks flush warm, head tilting back and pelvis rising to meet mine. I thought I was going to have to move slow, but I guess maybe she's alright. Not that she isn't tight, but clearly, there's nothing stopping me from giving this my all. I move back, pulling myself almost completely out of her and watching as her mouth pinches tight, hips straining to take me in.
Brooke yanks my nipple rings as punishment and I hiss under my breath, thrusting my shaft deep and hard, bumping our bodies together. She puts her soft mouth up to the side of my face and kisses my jaw, her breath like honey and f*cking clovers and shit.
I'm in goddamn heaven right now.
Our mouths meet again, Brooke's straying to the side to snag one of my lip piercings in her teeth, taking the tiny piece of metal and swirling her tongue around it. When her fingers slide up my neck and start playing with my hair, I am so done for.
My body moves of its own accord, the long length of Brooke's rubbing against me every which where, teasing every nerve in my body with her soft, round curves, drawing me into her orbit. Did I say I hated Eureka? Fuck that. I was lying. I love it here.
Maybe being this chick's pro bono nanny won't be so bad?
Brooke's fingers trace the stars I shaved into the right side of my head, her other hand tangling in my hair as she encourages me to pay special attention to her neck, nibbling my way along the smooth flesh and breathing in her fruity scent. I still have no idea how or why we ended up in here doing this, but I'm pretty f*cking grateful for it.
The soft creak of the bed, the little nook where our bodies fit together in the dip of the mattress, the sunshine on my back. It's sweaty and warm and weirdly intimate (not usually my thing), but I don't let that freak me out. I embrace it, dropping a hand to Brooke's ass and encouraging her to lift one of her legs up to give me deeper access.
When she gasps and flutters around me, I know there's not a dildo in the world that can match my movements. Hot, long strokes, diving deep and drawing all the way out. That's my style, at least until I feel Brooke's heartbeat start to pick up. That's when I drop our pelvises back together and grind up and forward, making sure her clit is moving along with me.
Brooke's voice raises up in a lilting whimper, her hips frantically churning to meet mine, her nails digging into my skin. She's too far gone to kiss me now, her lips parted and her head tilted back into the mound of pillows. When I'm afraid she's going to outlast me, I reach down and slip two fingers in with my cock, stretching her just enough that she loses it, thrashes, comes hard all around me, squeezing me so tight that I don't have to work to finish myself. I just slow and relax into her, coming hard and lowering my body against hers as we both try to breathe past the pleasure and the swirl of happy hormones clogging our brains.
It's always in this moment that I feel like I can really see everything clearly, when the world is crisp and sharp and unclouded.
I look down at Brooke and I'm not sure exactly what it is I'm seeing right now.
Who … who is this chick I just nailed into the mattress? A twenty-two year old virgin with two kids? What am I doing? This isn't a woman I picked up at the shop, some girl who's clearly on vacation with her friends that wants a what happens in Vegas story.
No.
This is something else completely.