Naughty & Nice: A MFM Snowed-in Christmas Romance
Naughty & Nice: Chapter 17

As much as I might hate Wilder for what he did, I also trust him.

Hell, I trust him with my life, which means I trust him with Noelle.

Possibly a little too much.

Ducking down, I let my lips brush against her ear as I whisper, “You’re dirty.”

She gasps, not expecting my words.

“I think it’s time we clean you up.”

Taking her hand, I drag her behind me as I march through the cabin.

“I’ll finish this on my own then,” Wilder sulks behind us.

“I would suggest you attempt to make breakfast, but we’d actually like something edible.”

“I’m not that useless.”

“We didn’t buy Ramen noodles,” Noelle teases, more than aware that it’s pretty much the only thing Wilder can make for himself.

He’s done remarkably well to avoid learning, considering all three of us have basically brought ourselves up.

“I can do more than noodles,” he mutters. “I can make toast, too.”

“We’ll deal with breakfast after…”

I pull us into the bathroom and push her up against the door the second we’re inside.

“After what?” she manages to ask before I claim her lips.

We might have gone a lifetime without kissing, but that’s over now, and I want to do it any and every chance we get.

Her hands land on my waist before sliding under my shirt. My skin erupts with goosebumps, and the shudder of desire that follows goes right down to my toes.

Hitching her leg up around my waist, I press the length of my body against hers, gently grinding against her.

Images of last night fill my head as my cock gets impossibly hard.

I want to experience that all over again.

“Hendrix,” Noelle moans when I drag my lips away from hers and kiss down her throat.

“Never going to get bored of hearing that,” I confess. “How are you feeling?”

“Wilder forced me to work out,” she sulks, making me chuckle.

“I’ll hurt him for that later, but I meant after last night.”

“Oh,” she gasps as I suck on the patch of sensitive skin under her ear. “I… I feel great.”

“Not sore?”

“Not sore enough to stop me from doing it again.”

Heat floods through my veins and I pull back so I can look into her eyes.

“Yeah?”

She laughs, her expression softening, and she reaches up to cup my jaw.

“Yeah,” she agrees.

“Okay, but later. Right now, I want to take care of you.”

Releasing her, I force myself to take a step back and sink my hand into my sweats to rearrange my boner.

“Are you sure?” she asks, studying me with desire filling her eyes.

“I’ll always take care of you first,” I confess before spinning around to start running the bath.

In only a minute, steam fills the room and white fluffy bubbles explode before me.

“You’re cute,” Noelle says, stepping up behind me as the sweet scent of the bubbles fills the air.

Spinning toward her, I take a step closer and stare down into her eyes.

“Get naked,” I demand.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” she teases before grasping the bottom of her tank and pulling it up her body.

It’s not just the sight of her bare chest that takes my breath away; it’s her confidence, too.

When I don’t move, she rests her hand on her waist and pops her hip, waiting for me to follow suit.

“I ran this bath for you,” I tell her.

“And I’m not getting in it without you,” she counters.

My mouth opens and closes, but I quickly replace that I have no argument. I mean, how could I? Noelle wet, naked, and covered in bubbles. That’s my idea of heaven.

Without missing a beat, I reach behind my head and drag my shirt off, abandoning it on the floor with hers.

“Better,” she muses before reaching out and tucking her fingers into the waistband of my sweats.

My breath catches, and it only gets worse a second later when she suddenly drops in front of me, dragging the fabric down with her.

My cock springs free and bobs right in front of her face.

I swallow thickly, trying to imagine how she’ll look, how she’ll feel if she were to⁠—

“Fuuuuck,” I groan when she leans forward and licks the tip.

Sucking her tongue back into her mouth, she pauses, deep in thought.

My heart jumps into my throat.

What if she didn’t like that?

Do I taste funny?

But as I’m starting to lose myself in my anxiety, she makes a decision and leans forward again, her lips parting.

“Oh fuck,” I groan, my hand moving of its own accord, my fingers threading into her hair, holding her in place.

She stares up at me with her big, emerald green eyes and her lips stretched around my cock.

It’s… it’s…

“Fuuuuck,” I groan when she sinks lower on me.

Her hands lift, one wrapping around my hip, the other holding the base of my cock.

“Christ, Noelle. That’s— fuck, that’s good.”

She continues to suck me, experimenting with speed and technique.

I love it all. Every single second of it.

I want it to last forever, but as is the case when it comes to being intimate with Noelle, the end comes too soon.

“Shit, Elle. Shit. I’m gonna… fuck.”

I really try to warn her, I do. But one second my release is approaching and the next it’s slammed into me with the force of an eighteen-wheeler.

I’m still deep in her mouth when my cock jerks and ropes of cum spurt from the tip.

Her eyes widen in surprise, I assume as it hits the back of her throat, but she doesn’t pull back. She gags, but it doesn’t put her off.

I stare at her on her knees with my cock in her mouth, and I’m hit with a whole new level of awe for my best friend.

My girl.

My one and only.

“I love you,” I blurt, unable to say anything else in my post-orgasmic state.

Finally, she pulls back, releasing my softening cock before wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

“You’re amazing,” I say before reaching down to lift her to her feet and slam my lips on hers.

I can taste myself when I sweep my tongue against hers, but I don’t care. I can’t. I’m pretty sure she could do anything right now and I’d go along with it. I’d give her anything and everything she could possibly want.

As our kiss continues, I slide my hands into her shorts and panties and push them over her hips, letting them pool at her feet.

With my hands firmly planted on her hips, I walk her backward toward the bathtub.

“I hope I got the temperature right,” I say into our kiss, confident that I’ve nailed it, before effortlessly lifting her tiny frame from the floor and placing her into the water.

“It’s perfect,” she breathes after a beat.

A smile curls at the corners of my lips before I kick off my sweats and boxers from around my ankles and step into the water with her.

Sliding my legs on either side of her, I encourage her to lie back on me.

Water and bubbles slosh over the side of the tub, but neither of us makes a move to do anything about it.

“This is nice,” Noelle muses, resting her hands on my forearms that are wrapped around her middle.

She shrieks when I sink us lower, causing even more mess.

“It’s better than nice. And what you just did… fuck.”

“You liked me sucking your cock, huh?”

“Yeah,” I muse, my brain misfiring from hearing her talk like that. “It was amazing.”

“Good, because I’m doing it again,” she states confidently.

“Only if you have to,” I tease.

“I want to do everything with you, Rix.”

“Sounds perfect,” I whisper as I press kisses to her shoulder. “I owe you now, though.”

“You don’t owe me anything.”

“I blew too fast last night. You deserved better than that. And I’m not the kind of guy who’s happy to take and not give.”

“That’s good to hear. What are you—Rix,’ she gasps when my hand slides down her stomach and doesn’t stop until my fingers graze her clit.

“Are you sore?” I ask again as I gently tease her.

Honestly, I’ve no idea what feels good or what I should be doing here, but much like her sucking my dick, I’m willing to experiment until I get it right.

Her legs fall wider, giving me the space I need and in turn, a little hope that maybe it doesn’t feel awful.

I remember everything she showed me last night and try to mimic it.

“No,” she breathes, her hips jumping as I hit the right spot. “There. Keep doing that.”

So I do. Her breathing increases, the movement of her chest becoming more and more erratic.

Wanting to give her more to push her over the edge, I grip her breast with my other hand.

“Yes,” she gasps.

Her hips roll in time with my movements, and her moans and mewls get louder, letting me know that I’m doing an okay job.

“I want to make you come,” I whisper roughly in her ear.

“Keep going,” she moans, her grip on my thigh tightening to the point her nails dig into my skin.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” I breathe. “So sexy. Watching you fall apart is everything. So much better than I’ve been imagining all these years. I’ve wanted to touch you like this for so long.”

“Yes, yes,” she chants as her body begins to tense. “Rix.”

Her body convulses and her back arches as she rides out her pleasure. Watching her is enthralling.

I’m obsessed. Utterly fucking obsessed.

“Oh my god,” she breathes as she begins to come down from her high. “My vibrator is going in the trash,”

I still as an image appears in my mind.

“You have a vibrator?”

She laughs. “Of course. I might not have been with anyone before, but a girl still has needs.”

“Don’t get rid of it,” I demand.

She twists her head back to look at me, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

“Oh yeah?”

“Hell yeah.”

Happiness dances in her eyes as she curls up on my chest. I’m hard again, I’m pretty sure it’s going to be an issue going forward, but neither of us makes a move to do anything about it. We’re too content being in each other’s arms.

We relax in the tub until the water becomes too cold and our stomachs are rumbling.

Thankfully, it doesn’t smell like anything is burning outside of the bathroom, so I can only assume that Wilder decided not to embark on cooking breakfast in our absence.

After wrapping Noelle in a warm, huge fluffy towel, I wrap another around my waist, scoop up my discarded clothes, and pad through to the bedroom, leaving her to finish up.

With clean clothes on, I go in search of my brother.

I replace him laid out on the couch with his eyes closed, a pair of AirPods in, and his cell resting on his chest.

Curious, I walk over and pluck one from his ear.

His eyes pop open as I put it into my own. Instantly, a deep growly voice erupts and my brows pinch.

I was expecting music, or maybe a sports podcast. But this…

‘My mouth waters and my fists clench as I watch him spread my girl’s thighs and lean forward.’

Reaching out, I grab his cell and stare down at the screen.

“This is the book Noelle is reading,” I state, recognizing the cover immediately.

If he’s embarrassed to be caught, then he doesn’t show it.

“Do you know what it’s about?” he asks simply.

“Romance,” I say confidently.

“Yeah, but what kind of romance?” he probes, suddenly jumping to his feet, pushing the other AirPod into my ear and hitting play again as he stalks off.

‘I shouldn’t want to watch as another man goes down on my woman,’ the narrator continues to growl. ‘But right now, I’m harder than I think I’ve ever been in my life. She’s enjoying herself, and that means everything to me.’