Naughty & Nice: A MFM Snowed-in Christmas Romance

I’ve got a problem. A really big fucking problem.

I’m addicted.

Totally fucking addicted.

It shouldn’t be normal to need her as potently as I do.

If it continues, I’m never going to get anything else done.

Hell, as it is, I can barely think about anything but her. But now I’ve had a taste… Now I know what she looks like when she comes, the noises she makes…

Fuck. I’m gone.

Totally fucking gone.

I’ve always known that I’ve been in love with her. That’s no secret. But I never, ever thought it could be this good.

Sure, Wilder adds to the situation, but he’s not necessary. He’s an added bonus, if you will. I already know for a fact that when we return to normal life and he’s off doing his thing, we’re not going to miss him.

Will the three of us do this again after this vacation? Maybe. Obviously, it’ll be fun if we do. But I don’t for a second think it’s required. The chemistry that crackles between Noelle and me is enough.

The intensity of her gaze burns, the heat radiating from her bare body causing mine to increase.

There was a moment when Wilder and I were out in that snow that I never thought I’d be warm again.

But here we are.

All we needed was Noelle.

Wilder said he wanted her begging, and I’m fully on board with the idea as I let my lips brush down her stomach toward where she really wants them.

Her legs are spread, giving me the perfect tease of what I want.

My mouth waters to taste her again.

Being between her thighs last night feels like a million years ago now.

“Oh god,” she whimpers as I kiss over her mound before shifting to the side and focusing on her thigh.

“You’re going to need to be more specific about what you want here, little rebel.”

She sucks in a deep breath, shifting on her feet in the hope of getting relief. It’s pointless with the way Wilder has spread her legs, but she’s desperate enough to try nonetheless.

“I want you to make me come like you did last night.”

“You want one of us to put their mouth on you?” I ask, my lips brushing against her soft skin.

“Y-yes. Please, Hendrix. I need you.”

I continue to stare up at her, wondering how long I’m meant to keep this up when she’s so temptingly close. “Shit, Wilder,” she gasps as he wraps a hand around her inner thigh, lifts her foot from the floor, and opens her wide for me.

“Fuck,” I breathe, my eyes feasting on her desperate pussy in the way my mouth wishes it was.

“Beg him,” Wilder demands, leaving very little space for argument.

“Please, Hendrix. I need your tongue on me.”

“On you where?” Wilder urges.

“On my pussy,” she cries, and without thinking, I lean forward and give it to her.

Her taste floods my mouth and I lose myself in the moment.

With one hand on her thigh beside Wilder’s, I help hold her open while gripping her hip with the other and pretend that I’m Wilder and have a wealth of knowledge about what I’m doing.

Hearing Noelle’s cries of pleasure sure helps me to believe that I’m doing a half-decent job.

“Shit, she’s trembling. Can you feel that, Bro?” Wilder rasps.

“Good,” I grunt against her pussy.

“She’s going to come so hard when you let her fall. Anyone would think she hasn’t already gotten hers today.”

“Do… do we have to talk about it?” Noelle pants, making Wilder chuckle.

“Making up for lost time,” I muse after sucking on her clit hard enough to stop her from saying anything else.

“Fuck, you’ve got a hell of a lot of orgasms to give her if you’re going to do that. You two should have been fucking for at least five years now.”

“F-five?” Noelle gasps.

“Fuck, yeah. What did you think I was doing during eighth grade?”

“Whore,” Noelle whispers.

“Takes one to know one,” Wilder quips.

I’m not sure there is any real comparison between the two. Wilder has been man-whoring it up for years. Noelle is only just discovering all of this.

We both are.

My chest tightens at the thought of us experiencing it all together.

Just as we should be.

Noelle cries out again as I get back to work, and after a few seconds, Wilder’s hand disappears.

My brows pinch as I try to figure out what he’s doing.

Pushing Noelle’s leg back, she trembles on the one and I pray that Wilder has a good hold of her because I’m not sure I’ll be able to catch her should she go down.

“Oh my god,” Noelle gasps, her entire body bucking against my mouth, and not a second later, I discover why. My tongue collides with Wilder’s fingers as he pushes inside her.

Shit. That’s… hot.

With both of us working her, it only takes a few more seconds before she’s flying over the edge.

As her cries ring out around the cabin, her fingers sink into my hair as I continue through her release, and when I look up, Wilder has his arm banded around her waist, holding her up.

“Oh my god,” she gasps. I sit down and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

Her chest heaves, her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are blown with desire.

I let her leg go, and she settles back on two feet and continues to stare down at me as Wilder’s arm moves, his hand cupping one of her breasts.

“Do you like the sight of him on his knees for you?”

Noelle’s lips twitch into a smile before she nods.

“I think he loves it too. Are you going to reward him for getting all those logs in and making you come so hard?”

“You both did that,” Noelle says, making my breath catch.

“That is true,” Wilder muses as I get to my feet. “So, how are you going to reward us?”

My head spins with possibilities, but those filthy thoughts are soon cut off when Noelle wraps one hand around the back of my neck, pulling me down to kiss her. The other hand slides down my body until she’s palming my achingly hard dick through my sweats.

“Noelle,” I groan.

My clothes are still damp and cold, but I can barely feel them while I’m focused on her. She erases everything.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Wilder mutters, keeping his body pinned against her back, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples.

Noelle’s hand slips from my neck a beat before Wilder grunts before whispering, “You naughty little rebel. You want our dicks, don’t you?”

She groans into our kiss. It’s the only kind of confirmation I get before her hand sinks inside my sweats, fisting my dick and stroking gently.

Wilder hisses, and I can only imagine that she does the same to him.

In a rush, I shove my sweats over my ass, letting my dick spring free and giving her easier access for whatever she intends to do next.

“I love you,” she muses before suddenly sinking to her knees.

“I love you… fuck,” I grunt when she takes the head of my dick into her mouth. “Too… fuck.”

Twisting my fingers in her hair, I hold her in place, encouraging her to sink lower.

How the fuck have I gone almost nineteen years of my life and only just discovered how fucking good this is?

Maybe Wilder isn’t such an idiot after all.

Speaking of… he moves around Noelle, kicking off his shorts as he goes, leaving him completely bare, and comes to stand next to me.

He wraps his hand around himself and strokes.

Noelle’s lips don’t leave me, but her eyes focus on him. They start at his face, then drop, watching him work himself.

When she looks back at me, I see the question as clear as day in mind.

‘Can I?’

Fuck.

My heart races, my body temperature rises, and my hands begin to tremble as adrenaline and desire collide.

There’s a part of me that wants to say no.

Wilder has got everything he ever wanted in life. Why should he get this too?

But also… the thought of watching her sucking him off…

I can’t get it out of my fucking head.

We’ve gone this far already and… what happens in the cabin stays in the cabin?

I nod once and she releases me, a huge puff of air rushing over me before she looks at Wilder’s dick.

She shuffles a little closer on her knees, watching as he pleasures himself. But before she does anything, she looks back at me again.

‘It’s okay,’ I mouth. “I love you. Always have, always will.”

Wrapping her hand around me, she leans forward and licks his dick.

Watching it is like a punch to the gut but in a weirdly good masochistic way.

“Christ,” Wilder grunts. “Keep going. Show your boy here how good you look doing this.”

She glances at me again, but this time she doesn’t wait for my approval. Instead, she sinks lower on his cock.

All the air escapes Wilder’s lungs as he hits the back of her throat.

“Good?” I ask, aware that Wilder has done this a million times over. He must have pretty high expectations and Noelle has now given all of two blowjobs, and I’ve got zero experience to compare it to.

“So good,” Wilder groans, holding the back of her head as he slowly begins moving his hips.

She works him for a few seconds before pulling back and returning to me.

Wilder and I have shared pretty much everything in our lives, but I’m not sure anything compares to this moment.

She alternates back and forth between us, and all too soon, my balls draw up and I get the tingles that this is about to be over.

“Fuck, Rebel. You’re gonna make me blow,” Wilder rasps, letting me know that I’m not alone.

The head of Noelle’s mouth finds me again, and no sooner has she taken me to the back of her throat than I come.

A loud groan spills from my throat as I let go, pure, unfiltered pleasure surging through me.

Noelle swallows me down before licking her lips and turning to Wilder.

It takes him a few more seconds, but he soon follows me, his bark of pleasure echoing around the cabin.

The two of us collapse on the couch, both breathless, sated messes, while Noelle lingers on the floor.

“Come here, Elle,” I demand, holding my hand out for her after pulling my sweats back up.

She instantly snuggles into my side and I hold her tightly.

“You’re amazing,” I tell her honestly.

“You too,” she says, smiling up at me with wide eyes.

She’s not drunk, not even close, but I can see the evidence of the vodka we finished off earlier. It’s certainly lowering all our inhibitions, that’s for sure.

“That was some way to celebrate getting the logs in and not flooding the place, huh?” Wilder teases as he gets up and throws another two logs onto the fire.

Since we managed to close the door, it’s gotten significantly hotter in here. Although to be fair, there was a point where I wasn’t sure if it was possible to get colder.

“What are we doing for dinner?” he asks as he pulls a clean set of clothes from his bag.

“Whatever we can find that doesn’t need cooking,” Noelle says.

A thought hits me, and it’s out of my mouth before I can catch it.

“We’re leaving tomorrow.”

“Are we?” Wilder asks. “I’m not sure we stand a chance of moving your car yet.”

“Shit,” Noelle hisses.

“I’m down for extending this vacation if you two are,” I offer.

“We probably don’t have a choice unless a miracle happens overnight,” Wilder points out.

We all fall silent, and I can’t help wondering if they’re hoping for a little more time together before we have to return to reality, like I am.