Six Single Dads' Nanny: A Holiday Reverse Harem Romance (Love by Numbers Book 5)

by Nicole Casey

  I forced her down over my impressive length, sliding the entire thing inside of her in one quick motion. Jordan threw her head back and her hips gave out a tantalizing shake. Her pussy was soaking wet and dripping around me, while her insides contracted and released around me and a delightful dance of sex. I pushed her shirt the rest of the way up, and popped her breasts out of her shirt, and latched onto one with my mouth as I lifted my hips to get even deeper into Jordan.

  “Ah fuck, you’re too deep,” she whined. “You’re so big, Ethan!”

  I pulled all the way out of her and then slammed in, nearly causing her head to hit the roof of the car. I continued on, pulling out and then pushing all the way back in, giving my dick a full package of her pussy spasming around it. I lost track of the times she came as I pelted her with thrusts getting all the way inside her each time. One of the times, Jordan seated herself fully on my lap and started to rotate her hips around and around. Just when my dick was getting used to the feeling, she’d alternate and start rolling her hips back and forth instead. She was like the best kind of massage chair, working my dick over from all angles, and stuttering her pussy on my dick with each movement.

  “You’re gonna make me come like that,” I warned her.

  She leaned down and nibbled at the lobe of my ear and licked her tongue over it until she could push it inside. “You wanna blow your load in me?” she asked.

  Her dirty talk was such a turn on, and her hot breath had my dick inching ever closer. I gripped her hips tight, knowing I was going to end up leaving marks behind there. “I’m gonna blow in you.”

  “Oh yeah?” She started to hump me, waving her hips back and forth, while lifting up and down. “You’re gonna come in my pussy?”

  My whole body was on fire. Her tits were bouncing in my face, her eyes were gripping onto mine, and she was riding my dick like a well seasoned cowboy. “I’m gonna come in your pussy.”

  “Give me that load,” she ordered. “Fuck!” she screamed.

  Her pussy started to shiver around my cock, and it was all I needed to tip over the side. She came hard around me, and I thrust up into her, letting out additional ribbons of my come with each thrust. It felt so good, my mind was hazy and my hips were numb. I had to have more right away, I wouldn’t wait for another day. We put ourselves together just enough to drive back to her apartment and get to her bedroom, and then I stripped her down to nothing. I kissed her, stabbing my tongue inside her mouth, and fingering her wildly, while I waited for my dick to get to full length again. Each time she came on my hands, I imagined the feeling of her clenching on me as she came in the car, and my cock was ready to go in no time.

  I pulled her legs over my shoulders, dipped my dick inside and ran it all the way back. She let out such a loud moan, that her neighbor next door started pounding on the walls.

  “Nosy neighbors?” I said, through breaths.

  She nodded as best she could from the angle she was in. “Let’s give em a show.”

  I drove my cock into her over and over, watching her breasts dance for me as I did so. She kept her mouth in a delicious pout as I fucked her. Her tongue poking out just enough that it gave me an idea.

  “I’m gonna fuck you,” I told her, “and come in your mouth.”

  Her eyes got a bit darker and a bit wider. “I want your come,” she moaned. Beneath all that sweet and gentle was a nasty little monster, I couldn’t get enough of it.

  I had a bit more in me after coming in the car, and I worked her over for a while. She grabbed and squeezed her own breasts while I punished her pussy, feeling the way it stayed latched tight around me even after working in and out of it for so long. Her grip on her breasts got even tighter and her hips started to shake.

  “Yes!” she sang, coming around me. “Oh fuck!”

  I didn’t let up for a moment. I drove in and out of her until she was coming again, drenching my dick in so much moisture, it was wetting the sheets around us. I hooked my hands around her thighs, leaned back a little bit, arched my dick up and pushed into her, targeting the g-spot I knew laid inside. Her eyes nearly bugged out of her head and all of her screams went mute. She wanted to let noise out, but none would come, and her eyes rolled back into her head as her pussy spasmed in another powerful orgasm.

  “I’m gonna come in your mouth,” I reminded her, grunting and groaning as I felt myself getting close.

  She nodded. “Yeah.”

  “I’m gonna fucking bust all over your face,” I said.

  “Yeah!” she screamed.

  I pulled my dick from her pussy, and aimed it towards her face, and she stuck her tongue out just in time to catch the streams as they spurted forth from my dick. I painted her face with my come, and I had to admit, it was a true work of art. Her head dropped back onto the pillow behind her and I could see her eyelids already starting to flutter closed. I pulled some tissues from a box nearby, and wiped her face off. I pulled the blankets over her body, and then leaned down over her and kissed her forehead.

  “So,” I asked. “Did I top Harrison?”

  She was sex-drunk and worn out, and it was a delightful look on her. She nodded, and opened her mouth to say something, but the words didn’t leave. Her eyes drifted shut and a few seconds later, she was letting out quiet breaths.

  I chuckled at the sight. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  I noticed the alarm clock she had on her bed and set it for about an hour before she had to pick the kids up. Feeling satisfied and victorious myself, I made my way back to the office.

  12

  Oliver

  “You know what?” I spat. “Fuck you guys.”

  The guys and I were all together for our weekend poker night and I had just learned that both Harrison and Ethan had gotten to be with Jordan already, and I wanted to beat them both senseless for taking her first. Even Cade had gotten a little feel. I should have been first.

  “Oli, don’t be a brat,” Lowe said. “They just told you she’s in, so you’ll get to be with her soon enough.”

  “Don’t tell me I’m being a brat, what about them?” I barked with an accusatory point. “They’re the ones being selfish. Harrison fucked her all night long and Ethan got some in his car and her apartment, and neither of you could be bothered to call me for a threesome? Talk about self-centered.”

  “Well, maybe we didn’t want a fucking tornado hanging around while we were with our new woman for the first time,” Harrison quipped.

  “Yeah,” Ethan added. “Trust me, when you finally get her, you’ll be happy you have her all to yourself.”

  “You’re goddamn right I will, because none of you are going to touch her again until I get to fuck her, and when I do, I’m going to make her forget you two even existed,” I hissed.

  “You’ve got such a bad temper,” Rogan commented. “That’s if she even wants to be with you.”

  “Don’t get started with me, Rogan. I wanted Jordan more than any of you and I’m going to be, what, fourth to the party? I’m a headlining act, not a side-show,” I said, and I meant it. Jordan was mine and mine alone next.

  “Don’t get him all riled up,” Cade said. “He’s just acting like this because he needs to get laid. Soothing tones, gents. We don’t want him to flip the table like last time.”

  I was known for my temper. My ex credited it for being one of the reasons she left me after ten years, but I knew she was jealous of the attention I showed my job over her. It wasn’t easy being a cop with a wife and a kid at home. A lot of shit happened to me throughout my day, and I wasn’t expected to carry any of it home. Then I would go home, get accused of keeping secrets and being distant, and would go to work the next day with the expectation that I wouldn’t carry any of my baggage from home out onto the streets. Of course I developed a temper problem. It served me okay when I had to beat the snot out of pedophile or thief thinking he could get away from me, but being a cop with a temper didn’t give you the best reputation when you had an unhappy wife.
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br />   Not many people could see that I was heartbroken when she left me behind. I hadn’t let many people into my life the way I had let her in, so when she dropped me like she didn’t care about me at all, after everything we’d built over ten years, I developed a hard exterior that no one could penetrate; only my son was allowed inside.

  “I’m not gonna fucking flip the table,” I growled. “Just deal the cards.”

  The rest of the night passed uneventfully. Either someone had stacked the deck to keep me happy, or I was on a lucky streak, because I won most of the hands we played. I left in a better mood than I’d arrived in, already trying to figure out when the best time would be to invite Jordan over for a little R&R. I knew she’d be with Ty when I got home from poker. The other guys in the group had parents and siblings that liked to take their kids on the weekends, but my ex had made sure that her parents hated me, and both my parents were gone. Jordan was willing to work overtime on poker nights to watch Trey, so the situation basically begged me to fuck her as soon as I got home, but she’d worked pretty long hours for me already. It wouldn’t be fair to ask her to stay any longer just to satiate my needs. At least that’s the logic that flew straight out the window when I opened the door and saw her sitting on the couch in the living room. She was wearing a v-neck sweater and black leggings that made her body look like she was on display at a department store. It wouldn’t be fair to ask her to stay, but it would be necessary.

  “Hey,” I greeted as I walked in.

  Jordan looked over. Her hair was down, and it swished around her face like a shampoo commercial. “Hi,” she replied. “How was poker?”

  “Wonderful for me. The other guys not so much,” I said.

  Jordan shrugged. “Well, someone has to lose, at least it wasn’t you.”

  I chuckled. “I knew I liked you.”

  Jordan cocked her head to the side and I felt a shiver down my spine. “Oh yeah?”

  I took a step towards her. “Yeah.”

  Jordan stood up off the couch. “Funny, you haven’t done anything to show me how much you like me.”

  I snickered. She was a cheeky little minx. We all thought that we were the hunters, slinking around Jordan just waiting for a snack, but she was the one with her crosshairs on us all along. “Don’t tempt me,” I warned. “I’m not a gentle lover.”

  Her eyes flared. “That’s okay. I like it rough.”

  “You are unreal,” I said.

  “If you think that’s good, I have great news for you,” Jordan responded.

  I reached out and grabbed her wrist and yanked her towards me. I used a hand to tangle into her hair and snatch it back, tilting her head to look at me. She let out a hiss and slithered her hand down my stomach and over my crotch through my pants. It was already rock hard and ready to be serviced, and for the first time in months, I didn’t have to deny it. I started to push Jordan down to her knees when my phone screeched out, bursting the lust-filled silence.

  “You have got to be fucking kidding me,” I said. I pulled my phone from my pocket, and when I read the message, I briefly wished that I crumple my phone in my hand. “Fuck!”

  “Duty calls?” Jordan said, her hand still teasing me, resting over my hungry dick.

  “A fucking robbery and hostage situation,” I said. Jordan pulled back from me, and I wanted nothing more than to reach out and keep her in place, but she knew I had to go, and so did I. “Can you please stay with--”

  “Go,” she pressed, flicking her head towards the door. “I’ll see you when you get home.”

  That phrase did something to me I wasn’t expecting. She’d be there when I got home. It was so simple, but in that moment I realized how much I’d missed it. No one was ever waiting for me when I got home. No one cared. For the first time in years, the urge to go to my job was stifled by the urge to stay home, to stay near Jordan, and even as I packed up my things, gave her a quick kiss, and slipped out, all I could think about was what I had to do to get back to her. She was waiting for me, and the feeling that gave me was something way heavier than I was willing to approach for the time being.

  My partner and I had to go on a high-speed chase through downtown Dallas to catch the guy we were after. He caused two car accidents and had nearly killed the woman from the bank that he took hostage. We got through the night unscathed, but after all of the paperwork, and assessing damages, and getting the victims to the hospital, and writing reports, I was so tired I thought I was going to fall over. I trudged into my house hours later, knowing I didn’t have it in me to be with Jordan that night.

  When I wasn’t able to find Jordan in any of the common or entertainment rooms in my home, I walked upstairs and checked inside Tyler’s room. I wasn’t expecting her to be in there, I just wanted to see my son to make me feel better for a moment, but the vision I was met with was like something out of a dream. Jordan was curled up on the bed, with Ty wrapped lovingly in her arms, and they were both snoozing away. She looked like a mother protecting her baby, and the way Tyler’s chest slowly rose and fell, mixed with the look of pure serenity on his face, let me know that he was experiencing something he hadn’t in a long time. The loving embrace of a mother. I stared long enough to emblazon the image on my brain. I loved it so much; I never wanted to forget it.

  Once I’d taken my fill of the sweet scene, I tiptoed quietly into the room. I nudged Jordan’s shoulder until she stirred from her slumber, looking up at me with her beautiful, calm eyes.

  “Hey, welcome back,” she greeted. “I wanted to be downstairs when you got home, but Ty woke up looking for you.”

  I shook my head. “Never be sorry for this. Come on.”

  Jordan gave Tyler a kiss on the forehead, and then carefully untangled herself from him and climbed off of his bed. I leaned down over him, tucked his blankets around him, and gave him a kiss as well. He stirred only to nuzzle further into his bed, and then drifted off again, letting tiny, adorable snores slip through his mouth.

  I led Jordan out of Tyler’s room and into mine. She stood there watching me, with the same sexy energy she had before, but she was containing it, waiting to see what kind of card I played. It killed me knowing that I couldn’t take her just yet. I wanted to do it right when I finally did it, and half-asleep was not going to get the job done.

  “I’m exhausted,” I admitted.

  A quick flash of disappointment blinked onto Jordan’s face, but was gone a second later. She looked at me with inviting, understanding eyes and a warm smile. “I can only imagine. You should get some rest.”

  I nodded. “Yeah.” I wasn’t sure what force compelled me, but I reached out and took her hand in my own. “Will you stay with me?”

  Jordan’s eyes widened. “Stay?”

  “Please? Just stay here with me,” I begged in a soft voice that wasn’t my own.

  It all clicked into place as I stood there holding her. Her promise to be waiting for me when I got home, seeing her all snuggled up with Tyler, wanting her to stay the night with me; she was the wife I’d long been missing.

  Jordan put a hand on my face. “Of course I will.”

  In a way, I was more excited than if we’d had sex. I’d spent many nights sleeping in my bed alone. I was going to have another body with me, and that made me feel like I’d won the lottery. I loaned Jordan a shirt of mine to wear to sleep in, and holy fuck did she look good in it. We climbed into bed, and she curled her body into mine, laying her head on my chest, and with the skin-to-skin contact that I didn’t realize I was so desperate for, we both drifted off to sleep.

  The shifting of a body next to me stirred me from my sleep a little later. It was nice to have Jordan next to me, but I wasn’t used to it, so when Jordan shifted, I stirred. I must have rolled away from her in my sleep, because she was scooting her body backwards, lining her ass up tantalizingly to my dick. Most men woke up with hard cocks, but with Jordan unintentionally rubbing her ass against me, my dick was hard and at the ready. I’d gotten enough sleep
to feel okay about it; I was finally ready to take what I wanted so badly earlier.

  I moved my hand around her stomach and stuck it up the shirt of mine she had on. She’d discarded her bra in the interest of sleep, and her bare breasts were poking out in the shirt, ready to be played with. I slipped a finger over her nipple, and immediately her body twitched. I did it again, and her body reacted again. She was sensitive to her nipples and could definitely feel my ministrations. I flicked her nipple, a few times gently, but then I started to pull and tug at it, bringing it to stand up right. As I massaged the spot, Jordan started to let out sleepy, half-awake moans. I used my other hand to furrow down into her underwear and start playing with her pussy. I poked at her entrance, then flicked at her clit, alternating between the two, while continuing to play with her breasts up top.

  Jordan’s subconscious moans grew and grew, until suddenly, Jordan was curling her hips towards my hand.

  “Oliver,” she moaned.

  “Good morning,” I whispered in her ear. I spun my fingers around her rapidly growing clit, while continuing to squeeze and tease her breasts. “Your pussy is wet.”

  She tilted her head to the side and I met her with a kiss, swirling our tongues together as the excitement grew. She continued to press against my hands in both places and moaned into my mouth. As I felt the moisture on her pussy, it became instantly clear what I wanted. I flipped the blanket off us, and repositioned myself between her legs. I leaned down over her and gave her another kiss, and then slid down so I could duck my head down to her pussy. I grabbed the edges of her thong and pulled them off of her and tossed them aside. I dipped in and placed a kiss on her pussy, eliciting a shallow huff from Jordan. I kissed her again, and then again, finally sticking my tongue out to lick along the slit of her pussy lips. She let out a loud moan, and worked her hands into my hair.

  I started out methodical. I would dip my tongue inside her hole and suck, then lick my way up to her clit, suck there, and then slide back down. Jordan was letting out a continuous stream of moans, and I could feel her body shuddering each time I danced over her clit. Before long, though, I lost my mind in it. She was so sweet tasting, and it was as if I was descending into addiction. I started to eat her out with fervor. She was starting to orgasm one right after the other, and each time, she tried to pull away from me, but I wrapped my arms around her thighs and held her tightly in place. I could see her skin turning white around where my fingers were digging in and she was crying out so loudly I became briefly concerned she may wake the whole neighborhood, or at least the kid. I couldn’t be bothered to change enough to solve that problem.