Page 75 of Off Limits Daddies
"Then we make sure she doesn't," Jack says firmly. "But you can't be her only support system, Mia. You're her teacher, not her social worker."
Noah pulls out his phone. "I'll research support programs for teen mothers. There's got to be resources through the county health department, maybe the community college."
"I've dealt with struggling athletes who needed help," I say, my hand finding the back of Mia's neck. "The key is helping without enabling. You give her the tools and resources, but she has to do the work. I had a linebacker once, talented kid, disaster home life. My mentor told me: You can't run the play for them. You coach them, support them, but they have to step onto that field themselves."
Mia's lips quirk into a small smile. "That's actually helpful."
"Set clear boundaries from the start," I continue. "Connect her with professionals. Check in regularly, but don't take responsibility for her choices. Jessica needs to know you believe in her ability to handle this."
Jack stands and crouches in front of Mia's chair. His large hands cover hers. "You're a good teacher. You care about your students. But you can't save everyone, and you can't let this destroy you."
"Come here," I say, pulling her to her feet.
She wraps her arms around my waist and presses her face against my chest. Jack and Noah move closer, their hands finding her shoulders, her waist. The warmth of their bodies creates a cocoon around her.
She tilts her head back to look at me. There's vulnerability in her expression, but also heat. Her pupils are dilated, her lips parted. "What I want is to stop thinking for a while."
The air shifts. Jack's hazel eyes darken. Noah's fingers tighten on her hip.
Mia leads us to her bedroom. String lights cast a warm glow over everything, turning her skin golden.
We undress her slowly, reverently. Each piece of clothing reveals more of her soft skin. When she's finally naked before us, I take a moment to appreciate the sight. Her breasts are full and perfect, nipples already hard. Her legs are toned and shapely, her ass tight and round. She's beautiful, and the way she looks at us, without shame or hesitation, makes my chest tight.
"Tonight is about you," I tell her, guiding her to the bed. "Just you."
Noah and Blake nod their agreement.
She starts to protest, but Jack silences her with a gentle finger against her lips. "Let us."
We shed our clothes and join her on the bed. I position myself between her thighs while Jack and Noah settle on either side of her. Their mouths find her breasts simultaneously, each taking a nipple. Mia gasps, her back arching off the mattress.
I spread her legs wider, taking in the sight of her glistening pussy. She's already wet, her body ready for us. I lower my head and drag my tongue through her folds, tasting her sweetness. She cries out, her hips bucking toward my mouth.
Jack and Noah work her breasts with dedication, sucking, licking, and teasing. Jack's teeth graze her nipple gently, making her whimper. Noah's tongue circles the other one before he pulls it into his mouth with gentle suction. Their hands roam her body, stroking her sides, her stomach, her thighs.
I focus on her clit, circling it with my tongue before sucking it between my lips. Her thighs tremble against my shoulders. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to find that spot that makes her see stars. Her wetness coats my fingers as I work her,my tongue never stopping its assault on her sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Oh God," Mia moans, her hands fisting in the sheets. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
None of us do. Not that I had any intention of doing so. She tastes so sweet. So hot and sexy. I know I'm a doomed man because I will never be able to get enough of her.
We're synchronized in our worship of her body, three sets of hands and mouths dedicated entirely to her pleasure. Jack's hand slides down to join mine between her legs, his fingers finding where mine are buried inside her. The added stretch makes her gasp.
Noah's mouth moves from her breast to her neck, sucking and biting the sensitive skin there. I increase the pressure of my tongue, my fingers pumping faster. Her inner walls start to flutter around my fingers, her breathing becoming ragged. Jack pinches her nipple gently, rolling it between his fingers, and that's what sends her over the edge.
She comes with a scream, her entire body going rigid before shaking with the force of her orgasm. Her inner walls clench around our fingers, pulsing with each wave of pleasure. We don't stop, drawing out her climax until she's trembling and gasping, her hands pushing weakly at our heads.
"Too much," she pants. "I can't ..."
We finally relent, pressing gentle kisses to her skin as she comes down. Her chest heaves, her skin flushed and glowing with satisfaction. The sight of her like this, completely undone by our attention, fills me with a fierce sense of pride and tenderness.
We lie tangled together afterward, limbs intertwined and hearts still racing. The sheets are damp beneath us, the air thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction. This unconventional arrangement feels right, settling deeper into my bones with each passing day. This isn't just about sex. It's about trust, about being vulnerable with people who see all of you and don't flinch.
Mia's head is on my chest, her breath warm against my skin. Jack is pressed against her back, one arm draped over her waist. Noah is on her other side, his hand resting on her hip. We fit together like pieces of a puzzle.
"Thank you," Mia murmurs.
"Anytime," I say, pressing a kiss to her hair.
