Naughty & Nice: A MFM Snowed-in Christmas Romance
Naughty & Nice: Chapter 23

Holy shit.

Oh my god.

Fucking hell.

With my eyes locked on Hendrix between my thighs, my release surges forward, slamming into me with the force of a freight train.

Hendrix’s mouth and whatever he’s doing with his tongue never falters, and Wilder’s fingers only tighten on my nipples. It hurts, but it’s so fucking good.

I’m aware that there is noise falling from my lips, but I’ve no idea what words I’m saying.

I’m lost, so freaking lost in a level of pleasure I never thought really existed. I’ve read about mind-numbing releases that tilt your world on its axis, sure. But I thought they were a myth made up by romance authors, just like our dream book boyfriends.

But no.

Apparently, these things are very, very real.

“Fucking hell,” Wilder rasps in my ear. “You’re enjoying having Rix eating your pussy, huh?”

His dirty words send another, smaller, wave of pleasure shooting through me.

My entire body trembles with aftershocks, and it only gets worse when Rix finally sits up.

His mouth is glistening with my juices and he’s got the most incredible smile on his face.

Wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, he pushes to stand. At the same time, Wilder sits forward, pushing me with him. I’m so limp and sated, I don’t have a choice. I’m not sure I could hold my own weight even if I wanted to right now.

But then I drag my eyes down his body from his incredible mouth to his heaving chest and then his⁠—

My mouth runs dry as I take in the massive tent in his sweats.

“Look what you did, Noelle,” Wilder says, his warm breath rushing over my neck and down my chest, making my nipples pebble again.

I’m achingly aware that I’m sitting here between them completely naked while they’re fully dressed. But as I continue to stare at Hendrix’s reaction to him eating me, it becomes less and less of an issue.

All I can think about is him. About making him feel as good as he just did me.

Fuck. It was incredible.

“Go on, Elle. No need to be shy,” Wilder encourages. “We’re both big boys; we can handle it.”

He shifts a little beneath me as he says the words ‘big boy’ to tell me what he really means.

Fire burns through me as crazy thoughts about comparing the two of them flicker through my mind.

They’re twins. They’re so similar in every way…

“Noelle?” Rix rasps, his voice so thick with desire, I barely recognize it.

I glance up and swallow thickly when I see a little fear in his eyes.

Fuck that shit. Hendrix has nothing to be scared or anxious of right now.

I want him.

Reaching out, I tuck my fingers under the waistband of his pants and drag them down, taking his boxers too.

His dick springs free. It’s painfully hard, the end purple and glistening with precum.

“It’s not going to suck itself,” Wilder quips when I take too long to jump into action.

“Wild,” Hendrix grunts.

“What? I’m just saying.”

Something tells me that the two of them are glaring at each other over my head, but I don’t bother to look, and I’m pretty sure that Rix forgets all about it when I finally lean forward and lick.

“Oh shit,” he grunts, his hips thrusting forward in search of more.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Wilder praises, his hands wrapping around my hips to hold me in place.

“You’re weird,” Rix mutters as I continue to tease him.

“It’s fucking hot, man. You can’t argue with that.”

“N-no, I—” I sink down on Rix’s cock and all his words evaporate.

His fingers slide into my hair and he gently holds the back of my head as I set my rhythm.

The sounds he makes as I suck him ensure that my desire continues to simmer just beneath the surface, despite the mind-blowing orgasm they both gave me. The situation doesn’t get any better when Wilder’s hands begin roaming, either.

“She’s squirming on my lap, Bro. She fucking loves sucking you off.”

“G-Good,” Rix stutters.

Rolling my eyes up his body, I replace him staring down at me with nothing but awe in his expression.

Hollowing my cheeks, I take him even deeper.

“Y-you… you want Wilder to get you off again?” he asks, making liquid lust pool between my thighs.

Is that even a question?

I nod. Wilder might not be able to see it, but Hendrix sure feels it.

“What are you doing?” I ask in a panic when Hendrix steps back, pulling his dick from my mouth.

I watch in confusion as he drags the coffee table closer to the single chair and then falls down into it. Wrapping his fist around his cock, he demands, “Get on the coffee table, ass in the air, and continue what you started.”

I look from him to the coffee table, my head spinning.

“What are you waiting for?” Wilder growls behind me, and before I know what’s happening, he’s taken over and I’m deposited in place.

Leaning forward, I rest my palms on either side of Hendrix’s thighs and stare at him as I arch my back and shamelessly thrust my ass in the air.

“Like this?” I ask innocently, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.

Hendrix rubs his jaw as he takes me in. “Fuck, yeah. You’re perfect, Elle. Fucking perfect.”

“She really fucking is. Look at this pretty little pussy,” Wilder muses from behind me.

He moves and a rush of air flows over my heated skin. I wiggle my hips, desperate for more.

“And just look how needy it is, too.”

“She’s not the only one,” Hendrix grunts as his fingers replace purchase in my hair again, gently pushing me down onto his dick. “Make her scream, Wild.”

I suck in a sharp breath through my nose as a pair of hot hands land on my hips.

Oh god.

A whimper rumbles in my throat as a warm stream of air blows across my pussy. My back arches further as I offer myself up to him.

This is wrong. So fucking wrong.

But also… so right.

I work Hendrix, trying to focus on his pleasure over my own. But it’s hard. Really freaking hard.

“If you stop sucking, I’ll stop licking,” Wilder warns. “You got that?”

“Yes,” I breathe, pulling off Hendrix for a second.

“Good. Let’s see who can hold out the longest.”

“Wilder,” I squeal when he licks up the length of my pussy.

I’m so sensitive from Rix already. I don’t think there’s going to be much competition over who’s going to fall first.

“Get to work, Elle. You only get yours if Rix is getting his.”

“How very selfless of you.”

Wilder chuckles darkly. “For now,” he mutters before latching onto my clit and making me scream. Although the sound is soon cut off when Rix thrusts his dick between my lips.

I try to focus, I really, really do. But Wilder’s tongue…

Rix was good. Really good. But Wilder’s experience shines through and in only minutes, I’m trembling from head to toe, desperately trying to hold off the inevitable.

Every few seconds, I remember that I’m supposed to be doing something and I suck on Rix’s dick, but it’s a pathetic attempt at best.

I guess it’s a good thing that Wilder can’t see how badly I’m doing or he’d stop.

“Come for us, Noelle,” Rix demands.

My eyes fly open and I look up at him.

His jaw is clenched tight, his nostrils flaring, and his eyes are almost entirely black.

He looks downright dangerous.

The sight of him being so turned on by this is the final straw and I shatter, coming all over Wilder’s face as Rix watches.

“Good girl,” he whispers as I ride out every inch of pleasure.

Wilder pulls back, leaving my pussy clenching around nothing as the tail of my release fades away, and I shriek when he suddenly spanks my ass.

“Always the quiet ones,” he mutters to himself before pushing to his feet and walking around the coffee table, where I’m still hovering over Hendrix’s hard dick.

Wilder has lost his shirt, and I feast on inches upon inches of tanned and toned skin.

I swallow nervously as he pushes his hand into his shorts, squeezing his dick.

“But I think you’ve got more in you.”

“There’s nothing in me,” I quip, my eyes widening as I hear my own words.

Wilder throws his head back and laughs.

“Knew there was more to you than meets the eye,” he confesses before shoving his shorts down, letting his dick spring free without a care in the world.

“Wilder,” I gasp as he kicks the coffee table I’m awkwardly perched on.

“Sit on the edge,” he demands, wrapping his fist around himself and stroking slowly.

Absently, I do as I’m told, I’m too enthralled watching him—watching them—to consider what I’m doing.

This is insane.

I’ve got both Kemp twins before me with their dicks in their hands. And they’re hard because of me.

What is this life?

My blood is like lava as I sit on the edge of the table, waiting for more instructions.

Whore, a little voice says in my head.

But I don’t care.

Right now, there’s a very good chance I’d do anything they asked of me.

“Get on your knees and suck Rix again. You’re neglecting him.”

Before Wilder has even finished talking, my knees have hit the floor and I’ve got my lips wrapped around his dick.

“You look so good on your knees for him, Elle.”

My eyes dart between the two of them as I bob back and forth on Rix’s dick.

Wilder continues stroking himself as he watches me.

“Fuuuck” Rix groans, his fingers threading through my hair and gripping tightly enough to cause a bite of pain.

I don’t complain, though. I can’t. Not while I have the pleasure of watching him fall apart.

“That’s it. Be a good girl and let my brother come down your throat.’

I moan in response, loving the sound of that.

“You’re fulfilling all of his filthy dreams right now, do you know that?”

I nod. I do know. Because Rix—both of them—are fulfilling mine too.

“Good, Bro?”

“So good,” Rix groans.

Sensing that he’s getting close, I’m up my speed, sucking a little harder.

My lungs burn for air and my eyes begin to water, but I don’t give in. I want Rix to experience the most incredible high after what he’s given me.

“You suck his dick so good. Are you going to suck mine too and let Rix watch?”

At his words, Hendrix’s cock thickens. He groans loudly before his length jerks in my mouth and he spills down my throat just like Wilder said he was going to.

I take it all, eagerly swallowing him down.

“Fuck. Noelle. Fuck. Fuck,” Rix chants as the sound of Wilder jerking himself harder mixes with their combined heaving breaths.

I pull back from Rix just in time to watch Wilder reach his climax.

“Fuck,” he barks before stepping closer and coming over my tits.

All three of us watch in silence as it drips over my skin.

“Oh my god,” I whisper after a few seconds as the lust haze fades and reality seeps in. “Did we really just…” My words trail off because yes, I really am sitting here as naked as the day I was born, and Rix and Wilder’s dicks are both hanging free in front of me.

I stare up at both of them, terrified that I’m going to see regret, or anger, or disappointment. But I didn’t replace any of it. I just replace two very happy, sated faces smiling down at me.

Holy hell, I just hooked up with both of the Kemp twins. At the same time.

I really am a whore.

“Shower?” Rix asks, holding his hand out to help me up.

“U-uh,” I stutter as I climb to my feet. “Yeah, probably a good idea.”