Naughty & Nice: Chapter 41
“Fuuuuck,” I groan as Noelle ripples around me.
She’s so fucking tight, it’s insane.
Gritting my teeth, I keep the steady pace of my hips, hoping that I can stave off my release long enough to get her and Rix there too.
“I can feel you,” Rix says through gritted teeth.
“Same,” I force out.
“Oh god,” Noelle gasps, her body trembling.
“We’re going to make you come for us, Rebel. You’re going to come over both our dicks.”
She nods, unable to form words as she takes us both.
Sliding my hand down her stomach, I find her clit.
She cries out, her hips bucking against us, forcing us deeper.
“Not gonna last,” Hendrix grunts.
“She’s close,” I tell him.
Wrapping her hair around my free hand, I drag her up.
“Wilder,” she whimpers at the position change. Twisting her head around, I find her lips as Hendrix watches.
“Is this what you wanted, Rebel? Both of us stretching you open? Both of us fucking you?”
“Yes, yes,” she breathes.
Hendrix reaches up for her tits as I pinch her clit, and with both of us buried inside her, she shatters.
It. Is. Fucking. Beautiful.
Both of our names fall from her lips as a plea, and I swear my heart explodes then and there as she drags me over the edge with her.
Hendrix goes too, and a few seconds later, the three of us fall limp in a mess of sweaty limbs in the middle of Noelle’s bed.
Nothing but our heaving breaths can be heard as we come down from our highs
“That was—” Hendrix starts.
“Epic,” I finish.
“Everything,” Noelle says breathlessly.
“Everything you wanted?” Hendrix asks.
“And so much more. Thank you,” she says, turning to kiss me. It’s way too short for what I really want, but I can’t argue when she turns to Hendrix. “I love you.”
“So that’s it, then? We’re officially a throuple?” I ask.
Noelle bursts out laughing.
“That’s an awful title. We’re… us. No other title is needed.”
“Fuck buddies?” I offer.
“Dude, that’s even worse. And anyway, there are no buddies here. We’re endgame, baby.”
“Ugh, don’t use football puns. They don’t suit you.”
“Speaking of football,” Noelle pipes up. “The game is about to start.”
My heart sinks like it has done every time I think about the playoffs.
We were so close. So fucking close.
Playing college football was always my dream, but making the playoffs in my first year was a fantasy. One I almost managed to achieve.
Clearly, it wasn’t meant to be.
“It’s okay. I don’t need to watch.”
“Wilder,” Noelle sighs, curling into my side and sliding her hand up my stomach before resting it on my chest. “It’s important to you, so it’s important to us.”
“Yeah, man. You need to watch because next year, you’re going to be there. We all will be.”
A little hope blooms inside me.
“Yeah,” I say, a smile twitching at the corners of my mouth. “Next year.”
“Come on,” Noelle says, suddenly jumping up and off the bed. “You two got me all dirty. I suggest you clean me up.” Before we get a chance to comment, she’s gone, racing toward the bathroom.
“Well, what the fuck are we waiting for?” Hendrix asks, hopping up almost as quickly to give chase.
Throwing my legs off the edge of the bed, I stop and take a breath as Noelle’s laughter fills the air.
This is not where I expected to begin the new year. The past two weeks have been… a surprise, but in the best possible way.
I’ve had time to stop and think. I’ve been able to have heart-to-heart with people who don’t even consider judging. I’ve been vulnerable and open, and… I’ve fallen in love.
I mean, maybe I always have been; I’ve just been too busy teasing Hendrix about his crush on his best friend to notice that I wanted her too.
Whatever it was, it’s over, because I want her in a way I’ve never wanted anyone.
She’s given me so much more than I could ever attempt to explain, but most importantly, acceptance.
She accepts me for who I am, and in turn, she’s teaching me to do the same.
I don’t need to put on an act and behave in a certain way. I can be exactly who I am and still be a good person and a fantastic football player—maybe even a half-decent boyfriend, too.
Shit. I’m a boyfriend.
A laugh bubbles out of me.
I might be a boyfriend, but Noelle has two.
I shake my head. She is one brave woman.
A squeal of delight rips through the air, and I’m on my feet in a flash. I don’t want to miss anything.
The bathroom is already full of steam when I get there, but it doesn’t stop me from seeing her. I’m not sure anything ever will.
“I’m running to the store for beer,” Hendrix says as I sit back in the couch, ESPN playing on the TV before me.
“It’s a full day of football, and you don’t have beer?” I gasp in horror.
“We only watch when you’re playing. You know that.”
“And it warms my heart to know that you are.”
Hendrix rolls his eyes.
“Be good while I’m gone.”
“Pfft, when am I ever good? You know I’m the naughty one. That’s why Noelle likes me more.”
“As if. She’s always been more of a fan of the nice guy.”
“Whatever. It took you eighteen years to fuck her.”
He raises a brow. “Because you’ve been doing it for years?”
My mouth opens to bark back a response, but I don’t have one.
“Well, we both figured it out in the end, I guess.”
“We did,” I agree. “Is everything okay?” I ask when he continues to linger.
“Yeah. It’s just…” A frown appears between his brows, and for a moment, I think he’s going to tell me that he’s changed his mind. Thankfully, those aren’t the words that come out of his mouth. “I know people will think it’s weird, but… it just kinda feels right, doesn’t it?”
“Most natural thing I’ve ever done. I always thought falling in love would be scary but… it’s not.”
He shrugs. “It’s Noelle,” he says as if it explains everything. Then without another word, he takes off, leaving us alone.
The temptation to go in search of her is strong, but I resist. She’ll be down when she’s ready.
Thankfully, the game starts and I lose myself in the first quarter.
There are only thirty seconds left on the clock when I finally hear her footsteps on the stairs. My eyes remain locked on the screen, needing to see if the Maddison Kings Panthers manage to hit the end zone before time runs out, but just as they make their last pass, Noelle appears in my peripheral vision.
Her steel and black outfit steals my attention, and when I finally look over, the full sight of her takes my breath away.
“That’s… that’s my number,” I blurt like an idiot.
She smiles at me before looking down at her Titan jersey.
“Oh, is it?” she asks innocently before glancing back at me through her lashes. “I didn’t realize.”
“You’re bad, Rebel. So freaking bad.” Her smile grows.
I fucking love this mischievous side of her. Sure, I’d seen snippets of it in the past, but nothing like I am now.
“So, you think it suits me?”
“I think it looks a whole lot better on you than it does me.”
She saunters closer. “Hendrix has gone to the store.”
“So I heard,” I murmur, my eyes dropping to her exposed legs.
I wonder if she has panties under there…
“We’ve got the house to ourselves.”
“We do.”
“And…” She glances back at the screen. “We’ve got two minutes without play What should we do?”
Scooting forward, I wrap my hands around her waist and pull her onto the couch with me. It’s still made up as a little love nest from last night. Perfect.
“Shame it isn’t halftime,” she muses.
“Don’t worry, Rebel. I can do a lot in two minutes.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it,” she counters before I flip us, pinning both her wrists above her head, allowing her jersey to ride up enough to get the answer I needed.
“You seem to have forgotten something again,” I muse as her legs wrap around my waist, dragging me closer.
“I haven’t forgotten anything. You have, though, because you should be kissing me right now.”
“My girl sure is demanding,” I tease, nudging her nose with mine.
“Your girl,” she breathes.
“Well, you are wearing my number. No other girl has ever been given permission.”
“Oh, I’m special,” she says, wiggling her hot little body against mine.
“Little rebel, you have no idea,” I confess before diving for her lips.
I’m vaguely aware of the game starting again behind me, but I don’t care. Not when I’ve got Noelle all to myself, and it seems she’s wrapped in nothing but my number.
“Obsessed with you,” I confess as I push her jersey up, revealing her tits. “Can’t get enough.”
“Same,” she gasps as I suck her.
I’m not going to go all the way. She needs a rest after what we did earlier, but… I can’t help myself. I need her. Always.
And this is the first time we’ve had this kind of time together. I want to make the most of all of it.
“You’re mine now, Rebel. And I’m yours. I need you to know that. It doesn’t matter what any jersey chaser says, or what rumors go around. The only girl I see is you. You got that?” I ask, lifting back up so I can look into her eyes. “I love you, Noelle.”
Her breath catches at the honesty in my words.
“No one else compares to you. They never will. Promise me, no matter what happens, that you’ll stick with me, that you’ll fight for me.”
She nods, her eyes filling with tears. “To the end,” she agrees.
“Fuck.” My chest tightens, stopping me from sucking the air in that I need.
“I love you too, Wild Child.”
I miss all of the second quarter, halftime and almost all of the third quarter. By the time I look up at the screen, the Panthers are winning twenty-nine to three.
“You’re the best kind of distraction,” I muse as we get comfortable to actually watch some football.
“Sorry,” Noelle laughs.
“Never apologize for that,” I say, pulling her close. “I can’t wait to have you cheering for me at my next game.”
“I’ve been doing that for years,” she points out.
“Yeah, but it’s different now. I know you mean it.”
“I’ve always meant it. I’ve only ever wanted the best for you.”
“Well, now I’ve got it,” I say kissing her head.
“We won’t tell anyone that you’ve turned into a sap,” a deep voice rumbles from the doorway, making Noelle jump.
“What happens in our house stays in our house.”
“I thought that was the cabin,” Noelle argues.
“It can be anywhere we do naughty stuff,” I tease, lifting her jersey so Hendrix can see her bare ass.
“So that would be everywhere, then,” he says absently.
“Oh, this is going to be fun,” Noelle laughs.
After putting the beer away, Hendrix joins us on the couch for the last quarter.
“What have I missed?”
Noelle’s eyes lock with mine before she begins giggling.
“Oh, it’s been a really good game,” I lie. Well, I don’t entirely lie; the score says it’s been a good game. We just… haven’t seen it.
“Really?” Hendrix deadpans, his eyes dropping to Noelle’s neck. “The hickies would suggest you weren’t paying attention.”
“I could see the screen when I gave her those. The others not so much.”
“I told you to be good,” Hendrix mock chastises.
“Oh, we were very good…” Noelle agrees. “Let me show you just how much…”
She rolls on top of him and drags his hands up her thighs.
“Good?” she asks, continuing to lift them higher.
“Better,” he groans once he has two handfuls of her breasts. “Is there a game on?” he asks.
“No idea, Bro. No fucking idea.”