Naughty & Nice: A MFM Snowed-in Christmas Romance
Naughty & Nice: Chapter 25

I was awake the moment she moaned.

I heard everything. But as much as I wanted to open my eyes and join in, I wanted to listen more.

There’s a part of me that wants to rip his hands clean from his body every time he touches her. But there’s a bigger part that’s desperate to watch. To see what he does. To watch her fall apart for him. As much as I love doing it myself, there’s something magic about watching the two of them.

I can’t really describe it; all I do know is that I fucking love it, and right now, I’m happy to go along with that.

It’s just for a few days. For once in my life, I can throw caution to the wind and focus on fun and pleasure. I can be like Wilder when I really want to be.

Any hesitation or flickers of jealousy were eradicated when her hand wrapped around my dick.

I’m a part of this. I haven’t been forgotten while they get their kicks. Knowing that makes my heart swell and my cock get even harder.

“Obsessed with you,” I mutter into our kiss long after Wilder has left us to it.

Watching him leave was weird, but it also confirmed to me that he’s fully aware of what’s happening here.

He might have been allowed to play, but Noelle is mine. For now, he’s just an added bonus.

A thought lingers about how that must make him feel. He’s not used to being the one on the sidelines watching all the action. But for once, I push concerns about everyone else side and focus on me.

On me and Noelle.

Fuck. I never thought I’d get to say that.

A moan rumbles deep in her throat as she hitches her legs up higher around my waist, letting my hard-again dick graze her pussy.

Will she ever stop affecting me so much? Fuck. I really hope not.

Our hands roam as our kiss continues. Neither of us of cares about the morning breath situation; being connected to each other is way more important.

Reaching between us, my cock jerks as she wraps her hand around it, lining the head up with her entrance.

“I need you,” she confesses into our kiss.

I squeeze my eyes closed tightly, wishing I could savor those words forever.

Reaching for her ass, I position her exactly where I want her before gently thrusting forward.

Her pussy is wet and slick from the release that Wilder gave her, making my entrance easy.

“Oh god,” she whimpers as a heavy breath punches from my lungs at the feel of her squeezing me so impossibly tight.

“I’m never going to get used to this,” I confess, resting my brow against hers, our eyes locked.

“Me neither.”

Gripping her ass tighter, I thrust harder, needing to be deeper, needing to imprint myself on her soul so she never forgets this.

“I love you,” she whispers as I gently rock us.

It’s not the kind of hot and heavy fucking that a part of me wants to embark on right now; it’s soft, sweet, and fully loaded with emotions to the point my eyes begin to sting.

Fuck. I can’t cry while having sex with Noelle. She’d dump me for Wilder in a heartbeat.

Sensing the shift in me, she slides her hand up my back, wraps it around my neck and drags my lips back to hers.

Our kiss is as gentle as our lovemaking, and it doesn’t really make the situation any better.

We’re finally doing it. Noelle and I have finally pushed through the barrier that has been holding us back all these years, and fuck me is it good.

“I want you to be mine, Elle. Forever,” I blurt.

Her eyes open, the green glittering with desire and love.

“I am. I always have been.”

My hold on her tightens as my hips pick up pace.

“I love you so much,” I whisper as I roll her onto her back.

Wrapping her legs around my waist, I sit up and watch where my dick disappears inside of her.

Best. Sight. Ever.

Needing to feel her coming, I lick my thumb and press it gently to her clit.

“Rix,” she gasps, her hips jumping.

Pride and accomplishment rush through me. I might not have made her come yet, but it’s a good start.

Maybe I’m not so bad at this, after all.

“Oh my god,’ she gasps, her fingers twisting in the sheets beneath her.

“You look so good full of my dick, Elle. So fucking hot. Can you feel how deep I am inside you?”

Her pussy clamps down on me as her eyes shoot open.

“What?” I ask, fearing I just did something wrong.

“That… that dirty talk. So fucking hot.”

A wide smile spreads across my mouth.

“I didn’t know you had it in you,” she confesses.

“There’s only one of us with something deep in them right now, Noelle.”

Dropping over her, I rest on one arm as I drive into her harder, continuing to tease her clit.

“Look at you, taking my dick like a good girl.”

“Shit. Rix,” she gasps.

“Fuck, you feel so good. I want you to come all over me, then I’m going to fill you up.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants before exploding.

“Good girl,” I praise, rutting into her for the final few times before I deliver on my promise.

I collapse on top of her before flipping us once again and resting her on top of me.

Pulling the covers back over our heated bodies, I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight as our breathing returns to normal.

Despite there being a million and one things that need to be said between us, both of us remain silent, just soaking up the moment.

“Merry Christmas,” Noelle giggles.

Her laughter is infectious as I can’t help but join in.

“Best one yet, I’d say.”

“Most pleasurable, for sure,” he teases.

“No pressure for next year, huh?”

She giggles again, and it lights something up inside me before she lifts her head from my chest and looks into my eyes.

“Is this… this is real, right? Me and you,” she asks, making my chest ache.

“Yes,” I assure her, cupping the side of her face gently. “Why would you even think it wasn’t?” My eyes bounce between hers, desperately trying to figure out what has her on edge all of a sudden. “I love you, Noelle. You’re the only girl I’ve ever seen, the only girl I’ve ever wanted. It’s always been you.”

She sniffles, and my grip on her tightens as if it’ll help hold her together.

“I love you too. It’s just—” She rips her eyes away from me and looks at the wall that leads to the living room.

My heart slams against my chest. I’d say I’ve been dealing with my insecurities pretty well over all this.

Noelle has told me honestly that I’m the one for her, and I trust her more than anyone else on this planet. But if she were to change her mind…

“He complicates things.”

“You want him too?”

Her eyes snap back to mine. “No. I mean, yeah. Kinda. I want him the way we had him last night. I don’t want him like this,” she says, reaching out and dragging her thumb over the pillow of my bottom lip. “You’re my ride or die, Rix. Always have been, always will be.”

Relief floods me.

“But I enjoyed last night. I know it’s not conventional, or normal in any sense of the word, but it was⁠—”

“Hot?” I finish when she hesitates to replace a word.

“Yeah.”

“What we do with Wilder doesn’t affect us. When we leave this place in a couple of days, I want it to be with my hand in mind. I want to return to Trinity as a couple. I want to move into your room and have this every single morning.”

“And Wilder?” she asks.

“Wilder will… no doubt go back to his normal life with the team.”

I study her, trying to get a read on how she really feels.

“I don’t want him to think that we dropped him just because the vacation is over.”

A breath I didn’t realize I was holding spills out of me.

“I’m pretty sure he’ll be fine.”

He does this kind of thing most weekends. It’s nothing new, and I’ve no reason to believe that he’s suddenly going to become interested in having anything serious with anyone.

He’s a free agent, and something tells me that he always will be. Life would get too boring and mundane for him otherwise.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Noelle finally says. “As fun as this is, I’m also really excited to be this new us at home.”

“Me too, baby,’ I say, flipping her again and making her squeal.

It’s at least another hour before we leave the bedroom. The sheets are a twisted-up mess on the floor, and the chill in the air has been long forgotten.

Naked, we dart across the hallway and into the freezing-cold bathroom.

“Oh my god,” Noelle shrieks, hopping from foot to foot on the tiles.

Safe to say the power hasn’t returned.

I stand there watching her hop, taking in her peaked nipples and bouncing tits.

Could there be any better sight on a Christmas morning?

My eyes drop, and I discover there is. Noelle’s cum-slick thighs.

I did that.

I fucking did that.

Reaching for her hand, I tug her closer and pin her against my body.

“Warm,” she muses, curling into me.

“Take a piss, and be fast,” I say before releasing her again and striding toward the basin to brush my teeth.

She gasps as her ass hits the seat, and I shamelessly watch her in the mirror.

I will never, ever get used to seeing her like this.

Naked, and all mine.

“Are you really going in there?” Noelle asks in horror when I reach to turn the shower on.

“Quickly, yeah. I want to be nice and clean for you.”

“Oh yeah?” she teases, wiggling her brows.

I smirk. “Watching you suck my dick is the best thing I’ve ever seen,” I tell her honestly. “I’m not giving you a reason not to do that again.”

She smiles at me as she picks up her toothbrush and loads it with toothpaste.

Resting her hip against the counter, she watches as I step under the ice-cold water and clean up. There’s so much naughtiness in her eyes that even the cold doesn’t affect my semi.

I hope I never stop wanting her.

“What are you thinking about?” she asks around her toothbrush.

“Bending you over right there and fucking you in front of the mirror so I can watch your reaction.”

Her chin drops, and she only just catches her toothbrush before it tumbles to the floor.

“I’ve had years of fantasies about you,” I confess as I cut the water and move closer. “And I have every intention of living out every single one.”

With a peck on her nose, I grab a towel and then march toward the bedroom.