Nanny for the Neighbors: A Surprise Baby Reverse Harem Romance

I moan pathetically as I feel the hard cock inside me slowly getting drawn out. I clench around it, whining. I need it there. I need more. So much more. God, I feel like I’m about to go insane. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I think the men might actually be trying to murder me.

And I love it.

I lay flat on my back, breathing hard as six hands move over my body, sending ripples of desire through me. Before I met these three men, I never even knew sex could be like this. I never knew it could be so intense or emotional. I never knew it could feel so good.

There’s some shuffling noises as the guys switch places, and then a finger traces my face, rubbing over my lips. Without thinking, I open my mouth, sucking it in and swirling over it with my tongue.

“Are you okay?” Sebastian asks quietly, stroking my hair back with his other hand. “You like this?”

It’s the first time any of the men have spoken to me since we started. If Seb is behind me, I wonder where Jack and Cyrus are.

I nod and toss my head. I do like it. A lot. I like not knowing where I’m going to be touched next. I like the idea of the men using me how they like. Touching whatever they want to touch, without me even knowing it’s them.

But at the same time, I feel safe. Cared for. Protected. These men will use me however they want—and they want to make me feel good. It’s a thrilling feeling.

Seb’s thumb pushes between my lips. “You ready for more?” He asks, his voice husky. “You want one of us in your mouth?”

I nod frantically. He strokes my cheek again and steps away. There’s some shuffling sounds as the guys switch places again, and then someone new stands between my legs, tugging my thighs apart and sinking into my aching sex. At the same time, a smooth, dripping cock head presses against my lips. I swallow it down, savouring the taste. I was never super into sucking guys off before I met these three. I liked it fine, but it didn’t get me off.

It does now. It makes me feel powerful. Important. I love tasting each of the guys, feeling them twitch in my mouth, hearing their low groans as I slowly drive them crazy.

I reach out my hand, and wordlessly, someone catches it, guiding me to wrap my fingers around his rock-hard erection. I stroke him softly, relishing in his hardness, blindly tracing all of his soft folds and ridges.

And that’s how we continue. I lay flat on my back, legs parted wantonly as someone fucks me hard, simultaneously jacking and sucking off the other two men. Every few minutes, right as my back is starting to bend and my toes are starting to curl, they pull out and switch positions. A new thick, hot rod slides between my folds, presses into my mouth, slips between my fingers. And the cycle starts all over again, with me furiously rubbing and sucking as I get pounded deep inside.

And at the same time, hands rove all over me. Squeezing my bum, massaging my thighs, rolling my breasts. I can’t keep up. My senses are completely overloaded. Tingles rolls through me in great roaring waves, sending my head spinning and my body trembling. I suck hard on the fat, swollen shaft in my mouth, then lick my way up to the smooth head, tonguing at the frenulum. There’s a choking sound.

Cyrus. It has to be Cyrus. Cyrus loves when I do that.

Which means—

I twist my hand, squeezing, and there’s a rough gasp. “Beth,” Sebastian grates out, wrapping his fingers around mine. “You’re killing me.”

So Seb is in my hand, and Cyrus is in my mouth. Which means that Jack is the one rhythmically smacking into my G-spot like he’s hammering a nail.

I want to plead with him, beg him to finally let me come, but my mouth is rammed full. I feel tears slipping out of my eyes, soaking into the blindfold. With every push inside me, my whole body spasms. I feel like I’m on fire.

Sebastian keeps his hand over mine, jacking himself off shakily with my fingers. “Beth,” he groans. “Can I—”

I nod. I don’t know what he’s asking, and I don’t care. He throbs in my hand, and my mouth falls open as his sizzling-hot seed showers over my body. It sprays my chest, sticking to my skin, dripping over my trembling breasts.

I lose it. My climax roars inside me, burning through my veins and setting all of my nerves alight. I shout, my whole body convulsing violently as I come, my fingers scrabbling at the sheets as I squirm in the growing wet patch. Tears of pleasure soak my blindfold.

Apparently, I’m not the only one enjoying myself. Before I’ve even come back to Earth, I feel Cyrus’s hand clench in my hair. That’s the only warning I have before the dick in my mouth swells, twitches, and then explodes. My mouth fills with hot come, and I choke, swallowing hard as his hips shudder against my face.

And through it all, I’m still getting steadily fucked. Jack lifts my thighs, locking them tighter around his waist, and slips his fingers through my slick lower lips, rubbing my swollen bud. I shout at the sudden burst of pleasure, desperately rubbing up against him. I feel another climax building, and this one feels different. Bigger. Stronger. I can’t breathe. Sweat is pouring down my body. And still, the thrusting doesn’t stop. Jack’s thick shaft saws in and out of me, filling me deep, until I’m sure I’m about to explode.

“Oh my God,” I yell. “Fucking Hell, just come!”

Three laughs burst around me.

“You heard the lady,” Cyrus says. “Just come, mate.”

“Fuck off,” Jack mutters.

“Please,” I say, my voice breaking with pleasure. “I don’t w-wanna die l-like this.”

“Worse ways to go,” Cyrus quips.

Jack ignores him, wrapping his hand around my thigh. “Baby,” he chokes. “God.”

“C-come here,” I order, holding out my arms. “I want to feel you.”

Still inside me, Jack crawls over the bed, laying his hot body on top of mine. I claw his tight buttcheeks as he dips to kiss my neck, and rolls his hips once, twice—and then, with one last shuddering thrust, he finally lets go, unloading inside me. I turn my head and muffle a scream into the pillow as my spine arches one last time, lifting right off the bed. My hands fall from Jack’s shoulders as I gasp for air, wave after wave of gushing pleasure swallowing me like a huge, swelling tide of the ocean. I flounder and choke like I’m drowning in it, grinding my hips up hard. Jack moans in my ear, nuzzling my jaw as his body shakes over mine. For a long time, we cling to each other, lost at sea. I can feel the other men touching me, stroking come into my skin, but I barely register it. All I’m thinking about right now is Jack.

I come down slowly, floating back into my body as Jack cups my face, kissing my tingling lips. I kiss him back, exhausted, then reach up and pull off the blindfold with shaky fingers, looking right into Jack’s blue eyes.

Concern flickers over his face. “Are you crying?” He asks incredulously. “Oh, honey. Were we too hard on you?” He hefts me up against his front and cuddles me to him. His thumb strokes down my cheek, wiping away moisture.

“I’m not crying,” I mutter. “You knobbed me too hard. My eyes are watering.”

Cyrus barks a laugh as he collapses next to me. “Fuck, woman. You’re a fireball.” He burrows into the curve of my neck, catching his breath. Sebastian grabs a pair of boxers and disappears to check in on Cami, and I snuggle between the other two men, completely satiated.

It’s hard to believe that just a few weeks ago, I didn’t even know these guys. I had no idea what amazing people they were.

Or what amazing shaggers. Seriously. I thought sleeping with two men was sensational. Three is… otherworldly. Absolute, utter perfection.

Sebastian comes back, holding another bottle of champagne and the rest of the strawberries.

He slips into the bed next to Jack, handing me the bottle.

“Figured there’s not much point bothering with glasses,” he mutters, and I laugh, taking a deep swig. The bubbles fizz down my throat and sparkle through my brain.

“There comes a point where you’ve exchanged too much bodily fluid for it to matter,” I agree, passing the bottle to Cyrus.

We lay like that for ages, taking sips of celebratory champagne and cuddling. Soon, I feel my eyes falling shut. The guys talk over my head in low voices as I snuggle into Jack’s chest and tune them out, letting his steady breathing lull me to sleep.

I’m almost there when my phone chimes on the bedside table. I groan deeply.

“It’s yours,” Seb says, reaching for it.

“It’s probably Benny. Tell him to call back later, my harem fucked me unconscious.”

“I’m not sure that would be professional.”

I scrunch up my face. “Professional? He’s my mate, not my co-worker.”

“It’s not him.” His voice hardens. “It looks like you’ve got a job offer.”