Naughty & Nice: A MFM Snowed-in Christmas Romance

“Oh god,” I moan as Rix’s lips leave my throat and brush over my chest.

My nipples are so hard they hurt. I need…

I need…

“Yes,” I hiss when he flicks one of them with his tongue.

My eyes hold his as he does it again, and then again.

I can see his nerves, they’re clear as day for me to read in his eyes, but they’re not holding him back. Thank God. I’m not sure I could cope right now if they did.

My fingers twist tighter in his hair, forcing him to stay where he is and silently letting him know that he’s doing all the right things.

Arching my back slightly, I encourage him on.

He ducks lower before wrapping his lips around one of my nipples.

“Oh shit,” I gasp as a strong shot of lust hits me right between the legs. “More.”

I might not be able to see his mouth, but I can tell from the way his eyes crinkle that he’s smiling.

As he switches to the other side, I get a quick glimpse of that smile, and it makes my chest ache to know that he’s proud of himself right now.

I know he’s struggling with self-confidence and standing beside Wilder, who seems to be good at everything. I love that I can give him this.

He builds me higher and higher just from his mouth on my breasts alone, but all too soon, it’s not enough.

Tugging on his soft locks, I drag his head up so he’s hovering right over my face.

“Take my panties off, Rix. I want to feel you.”

His eyes widen and his pupils dilate.

“Noe—”

“Stop overthinking it,” I whisper, slipping my hand to his jaw. “I want you. I need you. We were always meant to be each other’s firsts.”

“Oh my god,” he breathes, dropping his head to mine as if he can’t hold it up. “I never thought I’d hear you say that.”

“It’s always been you, Rix.”

“Not him?” he blurts, unable to stop himself.

“No, Hendrix. Not him. You.”

All the air rushes out of his lungs and his eyes close as he absorbs my words.

“It’s always been you too,” he says as his hands descend.

They tremble as they go, and I kinda love that this moment means just as much to him as it does me.

It’s been a long time coming, that’s for sure.

I gasp as he curls his fingers around my panties, but I’m not the only one.

“It’s okay,” I whisper.

He hooks them over my ass before sitting up.

There’s nothing but awe and fascination as he watches himself bare me to him.

After untangling one foot from the lace, he throws them on the end of the bed and stares at me.

My heart slams against my chest.

I haven’t been naked in front of anyone since I was a kid.

This is… this is nerve-wracking as fuck.

I startle when Hendrix’s hands land on my ankles before hesitantly sliding up to my knees.

He pauses and then shocks the hell out of me when he spreads my knees wider, giving him a better view of my pussy.

“So beautiful,” he muses.

His warm breath tickling over me is the ultimate tease, and my hips lift from the bed.

“Rix,” I groan impatiently. I might never have done this before, but right now, I need it. I need it so badly. “Please.”

In a flash, he’s off the bed and shoving his boxers down his legs.

My eyes drop to his dick, and my breath catches.

I may have had my hand around Wilder’s, but I never really registered what that size might look like.

But seeing it standing proud of Rix’s body… holy hell.

Do I really want to do this?

He crawls back into the bed and gets comfortable between my thighs.

His dick bobs, brushing against my pussy, making my entire body tense at the sensation.

He drops over me once more, his hand landing beside my head as his lips move to mine.

His other hand is on my thigh, gently caressing me.

“Do you have any idea how perfect you are?” he tells me, his eyes bouncing between mine.

My nose tickles, and a huge lump crawls up my throat.

“I love you,” I blurt.

It’s not news to me. I’m not shocked by my confession, but it seems that he is.

“Y-you…”

“Rix,” I breathe, my voice cracked with emotion.

“I love you too, Elle. I always have.”

A soft smile plays on my lips as I fight to hold my tears back.

Now is not the time for a sob fest.

Releasing my thigh, he holds his dick, dragging the head through my folds.

His eyes rip from mine in favor of watching.

“Go on,” I encourage. I might be a little anxious over what’s about to happen. We’ve all heard the horror stories of women’s first times. As much as I’d like to savor this moment, I also kinda want it done so we can move onto the much more relaxed and hopefully less painful second, third, and fourth time.

“I-I—” He swallows thickly. “I don’t have any condoms. I wasn’t expecting⁠—”

“It’s okay. You know I’m on birth control.” He literally came with me and held my hand as I had the implant put into my arm a couple of years ago.

“Are you sure?” he asks with a small frown pinching his brows.

“Never been surer of anything in my life,” I assure him. “I want to feel you. We’ve waited all this time; there shouldn’t be anything between us.”

At this, he moves his dick lower, nudging at my entrance.

My muscles tense.

“Relax, please,” he begs.

I suck in a deep breath and will my body to loosen up.

“Okay?” he asks hesitantly.

“Just do it.”

He nods once before pushing the head of his dick inside me.

“Oh god,” I gasp, making him still instantly.

“Does it hurt?” he asks, looking horrified at the thought.

“N-no,” I stutter, trying to decide exactly what I’m feeling right now. “It’s just… weird.”

“Reassuring,” he laughs. “If it helps, you feel fucking incredible.”

His words light me up inside—that is, until he pushes a little deeper and a bolt of pain shoots through me.

“Fuck,” he grunts, able to read it on my face,

He lowers himself over me, resting on his elbows beside my head.

“I’m sorry,” he says before slamming his lips down on mine, trying to distract me as he punches his hips forward, sinking all the way inside me.

I cry out, but Hendrix swallows it with his kiss.

He freezes, waiting for me to get used to the invasion.

His kiss continues, and I happily lose myself in it.

I’m having sex with my best friend.

He’s inside me right now.

Hendrix’s dick is⁠—

“Oh,” I gasp the second he moves. “That’s⁠—”

“Okay?”

“Y-yeah, I think so.”

“I won’t last long,” he promises. “You feel… this is…”

“It’s okay.”

“I want to make you feel good too.”

“You are. You do,” I promise him.

“You’re hurting,” he says with a deep frown.

“It’s nothing. Keep going. Please.”

So he does. He pulls out almost all the way before sinking back inside me.

With him hovering just above me, I get to see exactly how it affects him. Undiluted pleasure washes over his face.

It’s everything.

“So much better than my hand,” he muses, making me laugh. “Oh shit,” he grunts when I clench around him. “Shit. Shit. Fuuuuuck,” he groans, flying over the edge. His dick jerks inside me as his entire body stills. His face morphs just like it did earlier when he got off on me.

So. Fucking. Sexy.

His groan rips through the bedroom loud enough to let Wilder know what’s happening, but I don’t care. He can listen all he likes.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t⁠—”

“Shush,” I whisper, grabbing his cheeks and dragging his lips to mine as his dick softens inside me.

I kiss him as deeply as I can, letting my hands roam over his body. I love the way his muscles bunch and pull as my palm slides down his back.

He kisses across my jaw before sucking on my earlobe.

“You’ve made me hard again,” he whispers, gently thrusting into me.

“Whoops,” I say innocently.

“You’re trouble,” he teases before grunting, “Christ,” when I roll my hips.

“I want to watch you come. I need to feel you come. Tell me how.”

My heart melts for him.

“Flip us. It’s my turn.”

I cry out as he does as he’s told, and not two seconds later, I’m on top of him with his dick still buried deep inside me.

“Use me,” Rix says with a smirk on his face.

His nerves from earlier have lessened, and despite asking for my help to get me off, he seems at ease.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” I confess, circling my hips slowly to get a feel for it.

There’s still a little pain, but nowhere near enough to stop me.

The feeling of fullness is one I’ve never felt before, and knowing that it’s Rix… fuck. It’s all-consuming.

“Jesus,” he groans, his jaw popping. “You have no idea how incredible you feel.”

Pride washes through me.

“Show me how to make it just as good for you.”

Reaching for his hands, I lift them to my breasts. He already knows what to do here, but I’m happy to give him the guided tour.

He squeezes my heavy breasts and pinches my nipples as I slowly begin to move up and down on him.

Each time I sink back down, taking as much of him as I can, the pain lessens, giving way to something so much better.

“Love having your hands on me,” I moan, circling my hips, testing out what I like best. I guess that’s the thing about losing your virginity with your best friend; there’s a level of trust and understanding that you might not have with someone else—someone else who’s already got this shit figured out.

I slide one of his hands down my stomach and over my mound.

“But how about we try here?”

He swallows nervously as his fingers graze my sensitive skin for the first time.

“Oh god,” I moan as I show him just how I like it.

“Shit. You just clenched so hard.”

Together, we work my clit as I continue to move up and down his length.

As my release approaches, I leave him to it, confident that he knows what he’s doing, and lean back.

He studies me with complete fascination and awe. It’s a heady feeling, and one I don’t think I’ll ever get bored of.

“That’s it,” I gasp. “Yes.”

“Fuck, you look so hot right now. I love watching you.”

“Yes. Yes,” I chant, my movements becoming more and more erratic.

He rubs my clit harder and faster before pinching my nipple with the other hand and I shatter, freefalling into nothing but pure bliss.

I’ve no idea what comes out of my mouth, if anything. All I can focus on is the pleasure.

It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

I’m just coming back when he grunts and his dick pulsates inside me, filling me again.

“Holy shit,” I breathe, collapsing against his chest.

“Yeah, that,” he agrees with a delirious chuckle. “We could have been doing that all this time. We’re such idiots.”

I laugh along with him, high on the endorphins he’s released in me.

“I love you, Hendrix Kemp.”

“I love you too, Noelle Bell.”

Despite not wanting this to be over, with Hendrix’s arms banded around me, I find myself drifting off to sleep.

I know that I need to go and clean up, but I can’t find it in me to move.

I’m too content. Too sated.

Too… happy.