Nanny for the Neighbors: Chapter 50

My eyes widen. “Beth, you don’t have to—”

“Shh.” She licks a bead of water off my thigh, then traces her tongue down the line of my hip. “You’ve lost weight,” she says, looking affronted.

“Um. Sorry?”

She nips my hip, and I jolt, my hands flying to tangle in her wet hair. “You need to learn to take care of yourself,” she murmurs. Her hand wraps around my shaft, and she starts to pump me slowly. The hot water dripping off her fingers acts like a lubricant, making her movements feel slick and smooth. I close my eyes and imagine it’s her hot, wet mouth closing over me.

“That’s okay, though,” she says, dipping her head and pressing a kiss to my tip. My thighs flinch and she laughs. “I like taking care of you.”

With that, she opens her mouth and swallows me down. My eyes fly back open as she starts sucking me, her head bobbing gently. I stare down at her, entranced.

She looks like a fucking dream sprawled below me, her white limbs slick and dripping, her hair flattened to her head and darkened with water. Her makeup is starting to smudge sexily around her eyes, making them look smoky and dark, and her plump lips are wet, stretched around my dick. Her eyes don’t leave mine as she curls her tongue under my balls, eyelashes fluttering. Jesus, she’s good at this. I shudder, and a moan vibrates through her whole body. She presses closer, digging her fingernails into my thighs. I can’t stop my hips from jerking forward, shoving my length deeper into her mouth.

She moans even louder, and I wince, pulling back. “Shit. Sorry.”

“Harder,” she rasps out. “I can take it.”

I stare at her, my eyes blurry from the water and tiredness. “Beth…”

She sighs, pulling out to suck some droplets of water off the side of my shaft. I shift, feeling sweat beading on the back of my neck. “I know you guys think I’m a total goodie-two shoes because I work in childcare. But I’m not actually Mary Poppins.” She takes my hands and puts them on either side of her face. “Let go,” she demands, her voice stern. “I like it.” Then she takes me into her mouth again.

So I let go. Gripping hard onto her jaw, I let my body take over, fucking her face. As I thrust down her throat, I half-expect her to gag, but she doesn’t—just hums, curling her tongue along the underside of my shaft. I keep on burying myself into her, deeper with each stroke, and she sighs, the hot steam flushing her cheeks pink as she reaches up and rolls my balls with her small hands.

It’s too much. The muscles in my thighs tense around her face. “Beth—”

She takes me even deeper, tilting her neck and swallowing me down, until all I can feel is hot, wet warmth all around me. At the same time, she twists her hand at my base, tightening her grip until white stars burst behind my eyes. She wants me to come in her mouth.

But I want something different. Ever since the first night we slept together, I’ve had dreams about her, lying in my bed, hot and dripping with my come. I think she’s given me a new obsession.

At the very last second, I pull out, tilting my head back against the tile and shouting as I climax. Hot ropes of white explode over her slick body, splashing over her chest and mixing with the water dripping off her breasts. She gasps, arching her back, pushing her tits forward and rubbing me into her skin. The image is so goddamn beautiful I can hardly handle it. My palm slaps against the slippery shower tile as I struggle to find purchase, trying to keep myself upright as waves of pleasure crash over me, matching the pulses of come painting her naked body.

Eventually, the brain-shattering electricity floods away, leaving a warm glow in its place. I sag against the shower wall, panting. For the first time in forever, my brain is quiet. I’m not worried about the app, or sales, or coding bugs. I’m just content.

Beth stands, trailing her lips slowly up from my hip to my throat, then pulling my mouth to hers. With the steam hazing around us, and the water rippling down the glass walls of the shower, the kiss feels dreamy and soft. I tug her into me and slide my hand between her legs.

She pulls away, and an indignant noise falls out of my mouth. She laughs, stretching to suck at my bottom lip. “Later. When you’ve had a few REM cycles and a burger the size of your head.”

“But—” I slide my palm over her butt, squeezing.

“Nope,” she dances out of the way again. “I’m saving myself for the celebration sex later. I want a full tank.”

I groan. “Just let me taste—” I bend, sucking her breast into my mouth. The silky softness of her wet skin makes me groan again.

“Taste?” She asks breathily, sounding amused. “What does it taste like? Shower gel?”

“Not the taste,” I amend, sucking in as much of her tit as I can, then slowly letting it slide back between my lips until I’m latched onto the very tip of her nipple. “It’s the feel,” I mutter, rolling my tongue around the hardening bead. “Of tits. In my mouth. Nothing better.”

Beth laughs. “Okay, Casanova. You are having a nap, and we are eating a meal, and when you can string together a full sentence, you can put whatever you want in your mouth.”

I moan and flop against her. Still giggling, she puts her arm around my waist, leading me out of the shower. I dry off quick, shaking my wet hair, then she drags me right back to my bedroom, switching off the lights.

“Nap time,” she orders, flattening her hands on my shoulders and shoving me face-first onto the mattress. I catch her around the waist and topple her down with me. “You want me to stay?”

“If you don’t, I’ll just get back on the computer and reread all my code.” I mean it as a playful threat, but it’s honestly the sad, pathetic truth.

She smiles. “Well, in that case,” she murmurs, snuggling down next to me and drawing the duvet up over our shoulders. “I guess I don’t have a choice.” I wrap an arm around her waist, holding her close. Distantly, I hear a baby’s cry. “Is Cami okay?” I mumble into Beth’s neck. “She’s been crying more this week.”

She nods. “She’s started teething, so she’s very angry and drooly. Don’t hug her with a nice shirt on.”

I frown, forcing my eyes open. “Shit. Is she in pain?”

“Some. We’ve been giving her painkillers when she gets really agitated. And cold things to chew on. It should pass soon.”

“Oh.” I feel like shit. My baby’s been in pain, and I didn’t even know. Because I was focussing more on a video game than a human child.

Beth reaches out and starts stroking down my face. “Relax,” she whispers.

My heart aches as she brushes her fingertips over my cupid’s bow.

I don’t deserve either of them. Beth or Cami. I’ve ignored Beth for the last two weeks. I’ve shut her out and locked myself in my bedroom. She’s been bringing me food, and coffee, and latching on for a cuddle every time I pass her in the hall. And I’ve given this beautiful, sweet, kind woman absolutely nothing in return.

“I’ve not been good to you,” I mumble. “You or Cami.”

She laughs. “What? What does that mean?”

“I’ve been pushing you both away.”

“You’ve been working. And I’m not your girlfriend. You don’t have to shower me with attention.” She wriggles against me and my eyes fall half-shut. “I really do miss you, though.”

“I feel like an idiot,” I mutter, winding a piece of damp red hair around my finger. Even in the low light of my bedroom, it flashes bright as fire. “For getting so worked up about this. But every time I have to put out a project, I feel like such a failure.” I let go of her hair, watching it drop onto the pillow. “I can’t stop fucking up.”

Beth sighs, propping herself up on her elbow and looking down at me. “You want me to be honest?”

“Always.”

“There will be mistakes in the game,” she says, and my stomach sinks. “There will be things you’ve missed. Most people won’t notice them. Most of the ones that do won’t care. And then a few highly critical nit-pickers will give you bad reviews. And that’s okay, Jack. You’re one indie gamer. You can’t expect to produce the same work that a fifty-strong tech team with a huge budget can. And the vast majority of people will understand that.”

“But—”

She nudges me. “You’re a human being, not a robot. And that’s a good thing for you, because if you were a robot, I wouldn’t shag you. So.”

I consider. “That’s a pretty good trade-off.”

“Damn straight it is.” She curls up closer to me. “Now stop worrying and go to sleep, so you can fuck me properly tonight.”

I nuzzle into her neck, breathing in her sweet apple-cinnamon scent, and black out in seconds.