Page 21 of Nanny for the Rockstars

As I cum hard, I do my best to keep my moans down. It goes well enough at first, but I have to clamp my free hand over my mouth to make sure I keep my voice as quiet as possible.

As my mind clears after my climax, I swear I can hear the rustling of someone in bed. I hold my breath, the post-climax clarity telling me how bad an idea it is for me to get involved with them again, and I’m silently hoping no one heard me.

Yet the bus is small, and with the way they didn’t hold back as they checked me out earlier, it wouldn’t matter.

I’m sure I’ll be on their minds in some capacity anyway.

But now I’m not sure how I feel about that.

TEN

JULIAN

Iwalk to the back of the bus with an egg sandwich in one hand and a coffee in the other.

I’m not entirely surprised to find Jeanette awake, and she’s checking on the baby.

“How did he do?” I ask.

“He was up for maybe an hour total,” she says. “I got him to sleep again about twenty minutes ago, so if you want to sit here with your breakfast, I can get up and make mine.”

“This is yours, dummy, not mine,” I tell her as I hand her the sandwich and coffee.

“You brought me breakfast?” she asks, not bothering to hide her surprise.

“I brought you breakfast and a good morning dicking down,” I tell her. I heard her last night as she was fingering herself. I’m sure she’s not aware of that, but I’m also sure she’s still attracted to us sexually. And on that front, I’m feeling bold enough to press my luck to see what I can get away with.

She looks at me with bright eyes and surprises me with a smirk. “What a way to wake up in the morning.”

“Huh, you think I’d give you this after everything?” I sneer, and she puts her hand on my thigh.

“I do,” she says. “Do you think I would really suck you off after everything?”

I smirk down at her. I’m not entirely sure if she’s being facetious or serious, and I choose the latter. It’s the only way to give her a clear indication of what I want, and she’s left to make the choice over whether she wants it too.

I’m only wearing basketball shorts, exposing not only my tight upper body, but the bulge between my legs, and I noticed her checking me out when I brought the food over. She’s clearly interested. I’ve been around enough women at this point in my life to be able to read body language like a book. When I add to that the fact that Jeanette is the woman I’ve known the best in my entire life, I have no doubt in my mind she wants to suck me off.

“I do,” I tell her. “Do it.”

“Watch me,” she says.

She throws a glance around the side of me to make sure we don’t have anyone watching, then she pulls my hard cock out of my shorts. Her pink, round mouth is just inches away from the tip, and I’m already dripping with anticipation of what she’s about to do.

She rubs my shaft with one hand as she puts her other hand around my balls.

Jeanette is the only girl in the world who knows how to massage balls the way she does, and it feels fucking amazing as she goes to work. She looks up at me as she does, watching me enjoy the pleasure she’s giving me. I want to make a show of it for my brothers, showing them that I didn’t waste any time in getting to this point with Jeanette again, and making them jealous that I’m the first one with the balls to make a move like this.

She then puts her mouth around the tip of my cock, playing with it with her tongue and sending more chills through my body. She is good at the foreplay and the teasing, and I’m about ready to take her head in my hands and push my cock into her mouth when she finally takes me in.

Of all the women who have sucked my cock, Jeanette is also the only one I’ve ever met who’s able to deep-throat me the way I like. I don’t know how she’s able to take it all the way in, but she somehow does, and it feels indescribably delicious.

She holds me all the way into her mouth for a moment, then she starts going to work as she moves her neck back and forth, drawing my dick in and out of her mouth. She doesn’t go all way as she did at the start, but with the use of her hand she’s able to make it feel as though I’m throat deep.

I moan, my voice getting louder as I get closer to cumming. I’m not going to ask her if she minds if I cum in her mouth. She always swallowed all I had to give her, and I’m sure nothing has changed in the years we haven’t engaged in this activity.

She puts her hand on my chest, reminding me to keep my voice down so I don’t wake Hendrix. The only reason I comply is that I know she would have to stop if he wakes up and needs her attention, and I want more than anything for her to finish the job she’s doing right now.

I’m closer now, and I put both my hands on her head as I blow my load into her mouth, shooting it right down her throat. She closes her lips tighter around my cock, sucking now to get every last drop out of me. I’m nearly shaking with pleasure as she finishes me, and I can barely stand up straight as I pull my shorts back up.

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