Page 43 of Nanny for the Firefighters

Will continues to undress me, unclasping my bra and peeling the near-transparent cups from my overflowing breasts. I started wearing sexier underwear over the last few days. Just in case. The way Will rubs the material between his thumb and forefinger is the same way he was just fondling my nipple. He smiles shyly and blushes as he catches me watching him.

I reach for him. Two cocks are not enough right now, and I want to take Will in my hand. Catching him by the front of his pants, I tug and watch the desire flood his features, all feral and dreamy. He helps me by unbuckling his belt and opening his fly. His warm, hard skin springs into my waiting hand, and I squeeze. Will sucks in a shattered breath.

As I work to break him, something still feels like it's missing. That looming presence appears in the doorway, and a chuckling string of obscenities proceeds Ethan into the kitchen. "Couldn't wait for me. I went and prepared a space like a gentleman, and here are you heathens, fucking in the kitchen and being creative with the condiments."

I laugh hard. Marcus and Theo grind to a halt and suck in a shared breath. My muscles clamp down and try to push them out with the action, but I can't help it. "Coconut oil is not a condiment. It's a fat. You don't want to slather it around all haphazardly."

Marcus starts laughing, his chest shaking behind my back, because he just did that. To me. I have absolutely no complaints.

Ethan laughs too as he comes around to my right side. His hand slides up my belly to cup my ribs under my breast. My laughter calms as I peer at him. Ethan is the heartthrob—not that these four aren't all hot, far hotter than statistics and the natural world should allow—but Ethan is handsome just on this side of being pretty.

Tousled hair, like he can't stop running his hands through it, and I've seen him do it. That irresistible grin he's giving me now. Confidence that can only be described as swagger. It all hits me as he leans in, taking my mouth in a gentle kiss, the complete opposite of what I expect from him. Just like last time, he catches me completely off guard.

"I don't need much warming up. My cock's been half hard through that entire dinner." His thumb dips into my mouth.

I gasp when Marcus and Theo pick back up to where they were before my laughter stalled them. But the way Ethan slides his thumb across my bottom lip makes a new wave of arousal drench the slide of Theo's cock.

"I want your mouth first. Once these brutes are done, we can move somewhere more comfortable." Ethan sends mock glares at the other three men.

"Who are you calling a brute?" Theo's offense is accompanied by a smirk.

"I've got a better idea," Marcus says, nodding over to a square four-person table. It's made of thick wood and has sturdy-looking chairs. I've noticed how all of the furniture in this house is made that way. Is that just because it's expensive or because all of the men in the McIntyre family were large like Marcus? Probably both.

Will goes and turns one of those sturdy chairs, putting the back against the edge of the table. Marcus gathers my knees in one arm and clamps his other around my shoulders. Theo pulls out, letting his captain take all of my weight. God, his cock is still crammed fully inside me as he walks across the kitchen to lower us into the chair.

Theo squats in front of me, teasing my opening with his head until I huff, then he sinks into me. I moan. The hit I've had so far hasn't curbed my desire for another one. These men have turned me into an addict. Theo takes my knees from Marcus and spreads me wide, using the leverage to angle his thrusts against my G-spot.

My toes curl as he beats it. The only dick that knew how to find that spot before was my dildo, but none of them have needed any direction on how to get me off since I handed my body over to them.

How could any of the women in their lives give this up? The way these four are able to care for a woman, beyond the orgasms, makes this an entirely new experience for me. Pleasure, I can give myself. This raises the bar beyond something I can replicate on my own.

My shirt bunches around my hips, trapped between the three of us, but I'm still afforded the view of Theo stretching me until Ethan's hand sinks into my hair for a new distraction. A new sensation.

He's pulled himself out already, and he's angled just right to slide between my lips. I part them for him, my tongue dipping out to prepare. The smallest trace of precum spreads across my tongue as I suck on his head. It's all he's given me.

Vacuuming my mouth around him puts on the pressure, and one hand closes around his shaft, and the soft noise he makes means I've got him. My other hand reaches out behind me, and it only takes seconds for Will to fill it. I feel much more complete knowing I'm pleasing all four of these magnificent firemen.

They each show me how much it means to them, too, by the way they repeatedly crack me open and shatter me to pieces. Each of them takes me twice before they're anywhere near sane enough to move me.

Ethan had set up an old chaise in the lounge with blankets and pillows. A bottle of lube waits on a nearby side table, and various toys are propped up within reach.

Lube is no longer necessary—I'm full of their cum—but when Will reaches for a toy after splaying me across the backless couch, anticipation flares in my blood. It's thick and black with rubber balls and a suction cup. He spreads our combined juices over the rubber and pushes it into me. The girth of the cold dildo stretches me, arching my back as he works to seat the full length of it inside.

No one else touches me, gathered close enough to watch but not to interfere. Marcus, Ethan, and Theo all have themselves in their hands, absentmindedly stroking.

Will uses the suction cup to guide his chosen toy in long thrusts. His free hand pushes one thigh up and out, lifting my hips to give him better access to my core. He bites his lip, seemingly lost to the rhythm he's created. Each full pump taps the synthetic balls against my swollen clit. I'm building to a new orgasm, the last handful still thrumming through my body, priming me for more and more. And more.

His breathing grows heavy the more my hips wiggle against his ministrations. Will's pupils are blown, and it's like I've fallen into his wet dream. I'm more than here for it. I want to be the center of his fantasies if they're all going to feel this good.

I want him to pick up speed, force, something more than these measured movements, but he doesn't let me take that kind of control, flexing his own until every stroke nearly breaks me. When my thighs shake with the threat of a grand climax, he finally gives me what I want, slapping those balls hard against my clit with the force of each thrust.

Ecstasy washes over me. I'm stuck. Being stuffed. The pleasure refuses to fade as Will batters my pussy with that thick dildo. I'm too ready to come again. When I'm hovering on that edge, Will presses the rubber dick all the way to the hilt and keeps it there, thumb holding it in place as he glides his head over my ass. Once. Twice. The third rocking motion has him pushing in, battling with how tight the dildo keeps me.

The noises dropping from my mouth surprise me. I'm keening, far past pain and pleasure transference. When he pops through the tight ring of muscle, I groan low, sinking into the place we've all been searching for.

Will sees the transformation. He's so observant. His grin is full of pride as he tests me out. With my knees pressed together, he ruts me like a teenager, fast and messy, and I can't get enough. I couldn't come right now if I tried. But the waves turn up my cravings. I'll need all of their cocks to find satisfaction.

A new, fast pace is set, but it's not as hard as it was. Will strokes my ankles, calves, and thighs. All I can do is hold on, arms wrapped around my knees as he fucks my ass. As the dildo retreats and bottoms out with only an inch of play. It's so much. Overwhelming. I want more. I can't seem to stop.