Page 62 of Mountain Men’s Nanny

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Brie

The festivities ended with Lexi fast asleep on the couch. Her hands were sticky and her cheeks rosy. Her first real Christmas was a success as far as she was concerned. She had gifts, more sweets in one day than she had in an average week, and she had laughed and played until she was so exhausted no one even had to tell her when it was bedtime.

Tobias carried her to her bedroom while the rest of us followed with all her presents. I wiped her face and her hands, and Lexi didn’t even stir. She was out for the night and would definitely sleep in. She earned it, we all did.

“Well, there won’t be any need for bedtime stories tonight,” I smiled, kissing her forehead.

We all filed out of Lexi’s room. I thought I would be tired. It had been a long, busy day, but I was buzzed, full of excitement, almost jittery. I checked the time and realized it was too late to call Holly to fill her in on my day, so I’d have to catch up on her messages.

“Going to bed already?” Tobias asked me to follow him downstairs instead of going upstairs to his own room.

“Did you have anything else in mind?” I asked hopefully.

Tobias smiled, a naughty, suggestive smile that told me exactly what he had in mind.

“I like how you think,” I smiled back, taking his arm.

“Oh, you think you know how I think?” He laughed. “I know we can still surprise you.”

I had expected us to go upstairs to his bedroom, maybe Gideon or Gunner’s bedroom, but instead he led me downstairs and to a door on the side of the living room I had never seen opened. I had always assumed it was storage, but when he swung the door open, it looked more like a basement or wine cellar. He led me down the narrow stairs into a dimly lit room.

I heard Gideon and Gunner come down after us. My skin tingled, the hair on my arms standing on end.

The room was almost empty. There were two armchairs on either side of what looked like a black leather hammock hanging from the ceiling by a metal chain.

“I hung it myself,” Gunner said proudly. “Do you want me to show you how it works?”

I looked at the strappy hammock curiously. I had never seen anything like it before, but I was already excited by it. I squeezed my thighs together, feeling my clit pulse in anticipation. It was going to be a very merry Christmas.

Gunner pulled my body into his. He kissed me lustfully, his tongue caressing my lips before sliding into my mouth to dance with mine. His hands moved over my body, freeing me from my layers of clothing without hesitation. It was smooth, practiced. How he broke our kiss and kissed my belly while he lifted my t-shirt over my head, how he sucked my nipples while unclasping my bra, letting it fall to the floor, and then stepped back.

I blinked, and Gideon was in front of me. He held my face in one hand and kissed me roughly. There was no caution or uncertainty, just unbridled desire. His other hand brushed over my stomach and unbuttoned my jeans. My zipper ran down on its own when he pushed his hand down my panties, breathing hard, not able to wait until I was undressed to run his finger across my wet slit, barely grazing my engorged clit. My body trembled. Gideon pulled his hand out and licked the juices off his finger, all the while staring into my eyes. His pupils were dilated. He yanked my pants down roughly, and I stepped out of them, pressing myself against him.

Gideon stepped back, leaving me quivering, and Tobias took his place in front of me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, gently biting it. His hands stroked up my back while we kissed. I felt the rough calluses of his palms against my smooth skin, over my stomach, up to my breasts, squeezing, massaging, kneading, and gently tugging at my hard, erect nipples.

Behind Tobias, I saw Gideon and Gunner, both naked, sitting in the reclining armchairs. Gideon’s body was sculpted. His body hair was trimmed neatly over his chiseled muscles. Gunner was wild in every way: his hair, his beard, the way he sat like some woodland Adonis, legs spread, his cock stiffening between his legs.

Tobias lifted me onto the hammock and kneeled down in front of me, spreading my legs. His hot breath on my pussy made me squirm. I thrust myself toward him. He poked his tongue out and ran it over the soft, fleshy lips of my pussy, teasing me before he spread them apart to lick my inner folds in long, soft strokes. I whimpered and writhed, wanting more, needing more. My heat built up inside, and I could feel myself getting wetter. Knowing he could see it happen, taste it as he lapped up my juices, licking over my clit, twisting his tongue into my entrance. It only made me squeeze out even more. Tobias opened his mouth over my clit and sucked it in with slow, gentle pulses. The next suction was stronger than the last, growing faster and faster until I moaned.

I grabbed onto Tobias’s hair, loosened the bun he had twisted it into, and let it fall to the sides of his face. I held tight and thrust my hips forward, grinding myself into his face while he sucked me into ecstasy.

I leaned back, writhing and whimpering as pleasure took over. The back of my head rested on firm abs, and I didn’t need to look up to see it was Gideon. The trimmed body hair, the fuzz tamed into straight lines above his thick, veiny cock, was practically an ID card bobbing above me. I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft, over the thick seam that ran from his balls and disappeared into the firm skin over his tip. He groaned, supporting the hammock with his hands. And dragging his cock over my tongue, he leaned forward again, indulging in the feeling of my warm, wet tongue.

Tobias flicked his tongue over my clit, a fast lick, then withdrew. His licks came with pauses, the pauses shortened with every lick until he was lapping at me, slurping hungrily while softly tracing the rim of my entrance. I gasped, opening my mouth wide to take a gulp of air. Then Gideon dropped his soft, warm sac over my mouth. I lapped at them, emulating Tobias’s tongue over my clit.

Tobias slowly worked his index finger into me, pressing up toward my belly. He rubbed his finger over a spot inside me that made me rock desperately. Made me suck hard on Gideon’s balls as an orgasm ran through my body. My muscles tensed and shuddered, leaving me trembling and whimpering on the hammock.

“The swing has straps,” Gunner said, walking toward me.

Tobias stepped back, sitting on the recliner, while Gunner took his place. “Do you want to see how the straps work?”

“Hmm,” I hummed over Gideon’s cock.

I swirled my tongue over his girth, spiraling it, and he thrust in and out of my mouth, from base to tip. My head tilted back to take more of him into my throat.

Gunner raised my ankles one at a time and strapped them to the sides of the hammock. My legs were spread above my head, held in place by the straps, while my back rested on the seat of the swing.