Naughty & Nice: A MFM Snowed-in Christmas Romance
Naughty & Nice: Chapter 40

I squirm in my seat, desperate to get home and replace out exactly what Hendrix and Wilder have planned for me.

This whole thing is insane. I get that. But also, it feels so right.

Hendrix hasn’t totally forgiven Wilder for the things he said the other day; I can see that clearly every time he looks at his brother.

I haven’t either, but I’m softening fast.

Hearing Wilder confess his growing feelings for me sure helps.

He’s never come anywhere close to falling for a girl before. So hearing him saying that he’s falling for me… Well, it’s a heady feeling.

“You okay, Rebel?” Wilder asks, watching me with an amused smirk playing on his lips.

“Perfect,” I force through gritted teeth.

Reaching out, he tucks a lock of loose hair behind my ear. The second his finger touches my skin, I visibly shudder.

“You really kept this side of you hidden before, didn’t you?”

“It’s your fault. You unlocked it.”

“That’s something I’m more than willing to take the blame for.”

“Don’t sit there and act innocent when we know the reason you chose to wear that skirt.”

I lift my hand over my chest in faux innocence. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Is that right?” Wilder deadpans before commanding Hendrix into action.

We’re sitting in a diner we found on the outskirts of town.

It’s rare to replace students here like the ones closer to home. It’s what we needed today.

We may have agreed to embark on this thing that’s building between us, but we’re not ready to let the world know yet. We have a lot of things to figure out before others make their opinions known.

Sure, there will be a few people in here who know Wilder. He’s a Titan; he’s practically a celebrity around here. But we’re granted some kind of anonymity. Clearly, Wilder thinks it’s enough that we’re able to start playing games.

“Hendrix,” I warn, although it’s light at best.

I knew what I was doing when I chose this skirt and ‘accidentally’ forgot to put my underwear on.

Maybe Wilder had a point the other day. I am just like the jersey chasers.

Easy and desperate for his touch.

For their touch.

I flinch when Hendrix’s hot hand lands on my thigh and begins to slide up.

You knew you were playing with fire…

I just couldn’t help myself.

They’ve unlocked a side of me that I never want to hide again.

It’s too much fun. Too pleasurable.

“Hendrix,” I gasp, my hand wrapping around his wrist as he gets higher.

“Spread those thighs for us, Rebel.”

“We’re in a busy diner.”

“Exactly. It’s busy. No one will notice.”

I’ve never done anything like this before.

It’s… it’s wild.

Wilder reaches over and threads his fingers through mine, lifting them to his mouth and nipping my fingertips. Each bite of pain sends a bolt of pleasure straight through me.

My clit pounds, and any second, Hendrix is going to discover just how much I’m enjoying this little bit of exhibitionism we’re embarking on.

Having one of them watch me with the other is one thing, but taking it out in public… holy hell am I turned on right now.

“Wider,” Hendrix demands, his fingers dangerously close.

The situation alone already has me riding on a knife’s edge. I can only imagine what’ll happen when he touches me.

Shamelessly, I expose myself to anyone in the diner who cares to look, and not a second later, Hendrix’s fingers are right there.

“Oh shit,” I gasp, my grip on his wrist tightening, my nails digging into his skin.

“Quiet, Rebel. Unless you want everyone watching you?”

As tempting as that might be, I slam my lips closer and bite down on the inside of them as Hendrix begins rubbing circles around my clit.

“Fuck, you look so hot right now.”

“She’s dripping, Bro.”

“I know. I can smell it.” Wilder can’t see, but that doesn’t stop his eyes drilling into the table as if he’s hoping it’ll become transparent. “Love watching you come, little rebel.”

“It’s a real shame she’s not going to then, isn’t it?” Hendrix mutters.

“What?” I gasp.

He leans closer, letting his lips ghost along my jaw, all the way to my ear.

“You’re not coming until we get you home, Noelle. Until we can both get our hands on you.”

His fingers slip lower and my hips lift as he pushes them inside me.

A cry almost slips from my lips just as our server returns with our check.

Oh, holy fuck.

Hendrix stills as she thanks us and wishes us a good rest of the day.

Wilder pulls his wallet out and places enough bills on the table to cover our food and the tip.

“I’m going to kill you,” I seethe, desperately trying not to ride Hendrix’s fingers.

“No, you won’t,” Wilder announces confidently. “You need us too much. Rix, clean up. We’re heading out.”

Pushing from the booth we’re seated in, Wilder makes no attempt to hide the fact he’s rearranging his boner before holding his hand out for me.

“Rix, you’re driving home. I think Noelle and I will take the backseat.”

“Fuck off,” Hendrix barks from behind us. “She’s sitting in the passenger seat.”

“I think she’d prefer my idea of laying her out and eating her all the way home.”

Every muscle south of my waist clenches with excitement.

“She’s not coming until we get back,” he says louder this time, seeing as we’ve made it to the parking lot.

“Did I say I was going to let her come?”

“Do I get a say in this?” I ask curiously.

“Nah, because then you’d choose one of us to ride in the back all the way home, and that’ll result in someone being left out.”

“And you getting to eat her all the way home doesn’t result in that?” Hendrix deadpans.

He pulls his keys from his pocket as we approach his car, and I quickly reach out and snatch them from him.

“I’m driving. You two drive like grannies anyway.”

“What?” Rix gasps.

“Oh burn, Bro,” Wilder laughs before shouting, “Shotgun.”

“Oh no, you won’t be able to keep your hands to yourself and we’ll all die.”

“Nope. No one is dying today,” he states before pulling the passenger door open and dropping into the seat before Hendrix gets a chance.

“Asshole,” he mutters, joining us.

“What? You had easy access all the way home from Canada. Not my fault you let it pass you by.”

“You were being a miserable fuck,” Hendrix points out.

“Didn’t have to stop you though, did it?”

“Will you two quit?” I ask, attempting to sound exasperated. But honestly, I’m just relieved they’ve put the other day behind them and are back to their usual annoying banter.

“Holy shit,” Wilder laughs as I floor the gas and almost wheelspin out of the parking lot. “Our girl is horny.”

Our girl.

Fuck. That sounds good.

I get us home in record time and no sooner have I pulled up on our driveway than I kill the engine and run for the house.

Do I look desperate? Yes.

Do I care? Not a chance.

They’ve done this. All morning they’ve been building me up and then leaving me hanging.

Sure, I’m just as guilty. The skirt was a dirty move. But I’m willing to give as good as I get here. Pun most certainly intended.

I leave them in my dust as I rush into the house, abandon my purse on the sideboard, and come to a stop in the kitchen, in front of the counter where I bend over

Shameless. Little. Whore.

My already short pleated skirt rides up and a cool rush of air teases my aching pussy.

Then I wait.

They’re both as desperate as I am, so I know they won’t be long.

“Oh fuck, would you look at that?” Wilder barks the second they step into the room.

“I’m suddenly ravenous,” Hendrix adds.

They move closer and my heart rate picks up.

Sticking my ass out even more, I look back over my shoulder.

And what a sight it is.

The Kemp twins look delectable. And their entire focus is on me.

I could get used to this. Although, I hope I never do.

My skin tingles, my blood boiling as they close in on me.

Wilder reaches out and flips my skirt over my ass, fully exposing me to them before his palm collides.

“I think you look better with my print across your ass. Let everyone know who you belong to.”

“Then you need two.”

I howl as Hendrix spanks me too, leaving my ass burning.

“Pretty,” Wilder muses before dragging his fingers through my folds. “You love belonging to us, don’t you, little rebel?”

“Yes. Please. Please,” I whimper.

His large hand presses between my shoulder blades and my arms give out, forcing me to fall onto the countertop. Wrapping the length of my hair around his fist, he turns me to look at him before pushing the two fingers he just dragged through my pussy into my mouth.

I moan as my taste explodes on my tongue.

“Good girl,” he muses as a thud hits my ears a beat before Hendrix’s hot breath covers my core.

Oh god.

His hands grip the back of my thighs, and he spreads my legs.

“You want Hendrix’s mouth on you?” he asks.

“Yes, yes, please. Oh GOOOOOD,” I scream when Hendrix latches onto my clit and sucks hard.

I thrash against the counter as Wilder drags my sweater from my body and throws it over his shoulder.

“Look at you, Rebel,” he muses as he unhooks my bra. “Just think how hot you’ll look laid out up here with your legs spread for us.”

I whimper as Hendrix tongues me, my release surging forward already.

“Rix,” Wilder barks, commanding him with nothing more than his nickname.

“No,” I cry when Hendrix sits back.

Wilder’s hands circle my waist and he lifts my feet from the floor and flips me onto my back.

My legs fall open as Wilder pulls my bra from my arms.

I lie there with only my skirt around my waist, loving everything about my life.

Without any words or plans, both of them move to my feet. Their lips collide with my skin and they kiss down my ankle, my calf, and then up my thighs until there’s no longer space for both of them.

Hendrix holds still, his hand sliding up my stomach to pinch my nipple as Wilder lowers to my pussy.

My back arches as he licks me teasingly.

He builds me up until my release is right there, and then he pulls back.

The smirk on his glistening face is pure evil, but I don’t get a chance to chastise him before Hendrix takes over again.

“Oh my god,” I cry, both loving and hating the change of pressure and speed.

They continue alternating until I’m sweating and trembling with my need for release.

“You said when we got home that I could come,” I whine.

“We didn’t say right away,” Wilder mocks.

“Please,” I beg, tugging on Hendrix’s hair in the hope he’ll take pity on me.

“Not yet,” he says, pulling back with a smirk that rivals Wilder’s.

“Nothing has ever tasted better in this kitchen,” Hendrix confesses as he stands, grabs my hands, and pulls me so I’m sitting.

“What are you saying about my cooking?” I quip.

“Nothing. You just taste better. See,” he says before slamming his lips on mine.

As he kisses me, he slides me from the counter.

Wrapping my arms and legs around his body, I allow him to carry me out of the room.

“Where’s Wilder?” I ask, breaking our kiss.

“Don’t worry, he won’t be leaving anytime soon,” he assures me as we begin climbing the stairs.

Yes. Take me to a bed.

As we step into my bedroom, I discover he was right. Wilder hasn’t gone anywhere. Instead, he’s just been getting ready.

He’s standing in only a pair of pointless boxers, watching as Hendrix places me on my feet at the end of the bed.

“Does your previous request still stand?” Hendrix asks, forcing my eyes back to him.

“Y-yes.”

Something hits the bed, and when I look over, I replace a bottle of lube ready for us.

My stomach knots with a mixture of excitement and anticipation.

It never even occurred to me that we might not have been prepared last time I made this request.

Wilder was right to hold back that night.

“Then I’m going to need to be naked,” Hendrix says, dragging my attention back.

He holds his arms out, allowing me to indulge.

Eagerly, I push his shirt up his torso, grateful for his help when he pulls it over his head. Wilder steps up behind me and unzips my skirt, letting it fall to the floor before his hands slip around my sides, cupping my breasts.

But as good as that feels, I need more.

Dropping my hands to Hendrix’s waistband, I make quick work of undoing them and dragging his jeans and boxers down his thighs.

His cock springs free, and I can’t help myself—I lean forward and suck him into my mouth.

“Jesus, Noelle,” he barks as his hips punch forward.

But as much as he might enjoy me sucking him off, apparently now isn’t the time, because after kicking off his clothes, I’m pulled up and then the two of us fall onto the bed, leaving Wilder standing at our feet.

“Put me inside you,” Hendrix demands as I crawl up his body.

Not needing any more encouragement, I reach for him and then sink down on his dick.

Both of our groans fill the room as he stretches me open.

“Fuck,” Wilder grunts, and when I look back, he’s lost his boxers and is stroking his cock.

“Get over here,” I demand, holding my hand out for him.

“Are you sure?” he asks as he crawls onto the bed.

“So sure.”

“I’ll take it slow. And if you need me to stop⁠—”

“I won’t,” I assure him. I want this. I want this so badly.

Excitement shoots through me when he flips the lid of the lube open.

He shuffles closer, the heat of his body burning down my back before his cool fingers press against my ass.

His free hand snakes around my body, cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples as Hendrix slowly fucks me.

“So good,” I moan as Wilder’s finger pushes just inside me.

“Shit, she just gushed,” Hendrix informs him.

“Dirty girl,” Wilder rasps, letting his breath race over my neck.

My skin erupts in goosebumps as he pushes a little deeper.

“Kiss me,” he demands.

Twisting around, I replace his lips as I continue to grind on Hendrix’s dick.

This is everything.

Every-fucking-thing.

While Wilder teases one of my breasts, Hendrix reaches for the other, both of them building me higher and higher.

“Not yet,” Wilder commands.

“Yes, please,” I beg.

“I thought you wanted both of us,” Hendrix rasps through gritted teeth.

“I do. I do,” I pant. “Wilder?”

“I want to make sure you’re ready.”

“Please. I need you.”

Releasing my breast, Wilder presses a hand between my shoulder blades and gently pushes me forward onto Hendrix’s chest.

“Hey,” Hendrix whispers before taking my lips as Wilder pushes his fingers deeper.

It’s an alien feeling. It’s intense in a way I’ve never felt before, but I want more. I need it.

Pushing my hips back, I take both Hendrix’s dick and Wilder’s fingers deeper.

“Greedy girl wants both of our dicks.”

“Give it to her,” Hendrix demands, breaking our kiss.

I cry out when Wilder pulls his fingers from me, and I can’t help but look over my shoulder, searching for him as my muscles continue to clench around nothing.

I watch as he rips open a condom packet and smears himself with lube.

“I’ll get tested,” he tells me when our eyes collide. “I don’t want anything between us. But I won’t ever put you at risk like that.”

Thankfully, the sentiment behind his statement helps to squash the bitterness that bubbles up from him referencing his manwhoring ways.

I don’t get a chance to say anything because he’s right there, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance.

“Relax, Rebel, or this is going to hurt.”

Hendrix’s fingers twist in the hair at the nape of my neck and he kisses me as deeply as he can. Wilder’s hands roam around my body, and with his increased breath in my ear, I manage to relax a little.

“That’s it. We’re going to make you feel so good, Rebel,” he tells me as he pushes inside. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans as if he’s in pain.

He’s not wrong. It is tight, painfully so. But I refuse to back down now because of a little pain. I need them both too badly.

“More,” I groan into Hendrix’s kiss.

“Damn, Noelle. You’re ruining me for anyone else,” Wilder barks.

“Good. You’re mine. Both of you. You’re all mine.”