Naughty & Nice: A MFM Snowed-in Christmas Romance

“Oh my god,” I gasp as heat surrounds my nipple.

I pull away from Wilder, but he isn’t having any of it. Wrapping his hand around the back of my neck, he keeps my mouth locked to his.

There is something even more intense about his kiss tonight. I figure it’s because it’s our last time. It can’t be anything else, because this is nothing but a game to Wilder.

Although his little speech earlier was much more heartfelt than anything I’ve heard from him before. Maybe he is feeling a little out of sorts with our time together coming to an end.

But as much as I might want to try and figure out his state of mind, I can’t, because his hands tuck under my arms, and I’m suddenly removed from Hendrix’s lap.

I cry out into our kiss as Wilder effortlessly lifts me over the armrest and into his body.

Without instruction, my legs wrap around his waist. The second his hardness presses against my core, heat floods through me.

He wants me just as much as Hendrix does. It’s a heady feeling.

“Get on your back on the floor,” Wilder demands, his lips leaving mine for barely a second.

“W-what?” Rix stutters.

“Now,” Wilder barks impatiently.

I can’t see what Hendrix is doing, but I hear his movement loud and clear.

“Feet down, Rebel. Hendrix is going to take those panties off for you.”

No sooner do I release his waist than the warmth of Hendrix’s arms burns up my legs as he guides them down.

My feet hit the floor and his fingers tuck under my panties, dragging them down my legs.

I don’t know what he does with them after tugging them from my feet; all I know is that they’re gone.

“Now sit on his face, Rebel.”

My breath catches at Wilder’s filthy demand.

Before I have a chance to argue, he’s lowering me to my knees.

I glance down and find Hendrix staring up at me with dark, hungry eyes.

His hands wrap around my thighs and he roughly drags me down the rest of the way, licking me from ass to clit in one swift move.

“Holy shit,” I cry, my hands flying out in an attempt to steady myself.

“That’s it, Bro. But don’t let her come. Not yet,” Wilder commands. “We need her desperate and begging before she gets more.”

Fucking hell.

These twins are going to kill me.

Hendrix moans in agreement while he sucks, sending delicious vibrations through me.

I startle when fingers thread through my hair and my head is dragged back, so I have no choice but to look up at Wilder.

“Good?” he asks with his signature smirk in place.

Any sign of his earlier hesitation has gone. He is fully invested in this situation now.

I nod as a groan of pleasure rocks through me.

“Good. Now be a good girl and take my dick out.”

I nod, or as much as I can with his firm grip on my hair before reaching out and dragging his sweats down his legs.

He’s commando underneath, something I made note of the second he emerged from his shower, and his hard dick springs free, bouncing temptingly before me.

“Suck, Rebel. Show me how good Rix is making you feel.”

Wrapping his hand around his shaft, he shuffles forward and drags the head across my lips, coating me with precum.

Eagerly, I lick it up before he drags me forward, pushing his dick between my lips.

“Jesus, that’s good,” he grunts as he takes over my movement.

I’ve no idea if he’s just feeling impatient or if he’s aware that I’m pretty useless with what Hendrix is doing between my thighs, but I’m more than happy for him to take control.

I try to imagine how we look right now with only the glow from the fire illuminating our bodies.

Heat floods through me, the thought alone pushing my release forward.

My legs tremble around Hendrix’s head as drool spills from the corners of my mouth where Wilder takes what he needs from me.

“Don’t let her come,” he growls, obviously sensing that I’m getting close.

One hand slides up my stomach before cupping my breast and pinching my nipple.

My whimpers and moans get louder as my release gets closer and closer.

“Hendrix,” Wilder warns before pushing his dick deeper.

Sucking in a deep breath through my nose, I will my throat to relax.

They’ve both given me everything, they deserve the same in return.

“Good girl,” Wilder praises. His words, his filthy actions added to what Hendrix is doing push me right the edge.

They both know it, too, because just as I’m about to fall, they pull away.

“The fuck?” I bark, making them chuckle.

Hendrix wipes the back of his hand across his mouth before sitting up.

“Hands and knees, Elle. We’re not finished with you,” he says before hopping to his feet as I reposition myself.

They share a look. That’s all it takes for them to know what the other is thinking.

Hendrix comes around to my head, stripping his clothes from his body as he does, and after shedding his t-shirt, Wilder drops to his knees behind me.

My core clenches at the thought of feeling him pushing inside me.

Will he feel the same as Hendrix? Will I be able to differentiate between them?

A smirk tugs at my lips as I allow that thought to grow.

Sounds like a fun game.

“What’s so funny?” Hendrix asks.

“It’s certainly not the fact you two have left me hanging,” I deadpan.

“Greedy girl,” Wilder muses as he gets into position. “Suck him off, Rebel. Just like you did me. Your boy is feeling left out.”

“What are you—” My question is cut off when his warm breath and then his tongue collides with my clit.

I want to say that I’m disappointed it’s not his dick stretching me open, but I find it hard to care when he reignites my lost release in only a few strokes.

“Elle?” Hendrix asks, ripping his eyes from his brother and focusing on me.

“Use me,” I demand. “Just like Wilder did.”

His chest rises as he sucks in a sharp breath.

“I don’t want to hur⁠—”

“You won’t,” I assure him. “Take what you need.”

He nods once before wrapping my hair around his fist and lining us both up.

I groan the second his taste explodes on my tongue.

In only minutes, they build me back up until I’m right on the edge again.

“More,” I gasp when Rix pulls out for a second to let me catch my breath. But fuck breathing; what I need is more of them. I need the release they’re keeping from me.

The two of them share a look, and when Rix frowns, I look back over my shoulder.

Wilder is shaking his head. The reaction makes my chest tighten.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, panicking that he’s about to back out.

“Nothing. You want Hendrix’s dick, Rebel?”

My cheeks burn. I don’t know why after what I’ve already confessed to them, but they do.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

Hendrix lies back down on the rug then taps his lap, as if I need any encouragement.

He waits until I get into position, then he holds his dick up for me to sink down on.

“Oh my god,” I groan as he stretches me open.

Wilder’s stare burns into me, making this moment even more intense.

Shit, I think I might just be a little bit of an exhibitionist.

Pushing that realization aside with all the other things I’ve learned about myself during this trip, I focus on the moment.

Hendrix’s hands wrap around my hips and he helps me move as Wilder stands to the side of me, slowly stroking his dick.

It’s hot. So fucking hot. But it’s still not enough.

“Need you too,” I breathe, reaching out for him.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath before he glances at Rix.

I don’t need to look over to know that Rix is nodding in agreement.

Wilder shuffles forward and offers his dick up again.

It’s not exactly what I had in mind, but I’ll take it.

With one hand on Hendrix’s chest and the other wrapped around Wilder’s hip, I fully let myself go and be the rebel that Wilder calls me.

“Clit, Rix,” Wilder instructs as he watches us fuck right in front of him.

“She allowed to come now, huh?” Hendrix grunts as he thrusts his hips up, forcing me to take as much of him as possible.

“Yeah, I think she deserves it. Don’t you?”

Hendrix smirks as the two of them reach for me. Wilder’s hand cups my breasts, squeezing with the perfect amount of pressure a beat before Hendrix’s fingertips collide with my clit.

“Oh fuck,’ I gasp as everything becomes so much more.

My body sings as they work me. Every single one of my nerve endings tingles with pleasure, but it’s just a tease of what I know they can really deliver.

I want it.

No.

I need it.

So. Fucking. Badly.

I groan as I suck harder on Wilder’s dick, my release rushing closer and closer to the surface.

Please. Please, I silently beg.

“Come for us, Rebel,” Wilder demands through gritted teeth.

More. I need mo⁠—

He pushes his dick farther down my throat at the same time Hendrix pinches my clit, and I’m fucking gone.

Pleasure races through my body, filling every inch of me.

It’s more than anything I’ve felt before and it feels like it goes on forever. That is, until it’s over and then I realize that it was nowhere near long enough.

“Oh my god,” I gasp, unable to keep sucking Wilder. Instead, I flop forward onto Hendrix’s chest, boneless and sated.

He’s still hard and inside me, but his movements have slowed. Each time he thrusts into me, little aftershocks shoot around my body, reminding me of just how epic that was.

I told them I wanted them both, and while that wasn’t quite the position I had in mind, it was still freaking incredible.

I had them both.

Both inside me at the same time.

Fuck.

I’m not sure if there’s something wrong with me, or if I’ve tainted myself with all the smut over the years, but I love being their whore.

I fucking love it.

“Again,” I demand despite the fact I can’t even sit up.

Hendrix chuckles beneath me before Wilder moves.

I gasp when I feel his fingers slide down to my ass. Excitement floods me, and I suddenly find a whole new lease of life.

“The fuck, man?” Hendrix barks, his eyes wide with shock.

“Oh, pipe down,” Wilder mutters before he drags wet fingers up to my ass.

Oh. My. God.

This is what I was talking about when I said I wanted both of them.

Right or wrong, I don’t give a fuck. I want to feel them both buried deep inside me. Even if it’s just once. I want to know how it feels.

I glance back over my shoulder, ready to tell Wilder to keep going, but when I find his eyes, I discover they’re not focused on me, but Hendrix.

There’s something passing between them. Something I don’t like.

Something that’s making Wilder hold back.

“Fuck her, Rix,” he commands. “I want to hear her screaming again.”

He does as he’s told, his hips rutting up sharply, ensuring he hits me so deeply that the tingles of another orgasm begin.

You did ask for more…

With his fingers tangled in my hair, he drags my lips to his, his tongue fucking me as thoroughly as his dick.

“Wilder,” I gasp when Hendrix releases me. “Please. I need⁠—”

“Do it,” Rix demands.

I howl in delight when Wilder does as he’s told and pushes a finger inside me.

It’s tight. Weird. Uncomfortable.

But then, Hendrix thrusts again and everything becomes so much more intense.

My second release comes surging forward, and if it’s possible, this orgasm is even more powerful than the first.

I completely lose myself to it.

I’ve no idea how many seconds or minutes pass, but sometime later, I come to, still lying on Hendrix’s chest.

His cock is softening inside me, and there’s something cold that feels like it’s dripping down my ass. Not such a nice sensation.

“Welcome back,” Hendrix laughs when he finds me looking up at him. “Good?”

“I think I blacked out.”

“Of course you did. We took you to heaven, Rebel.”

I shake my head, unable to find the energy to comment on his awful line.

“Bath?” Hendrix asks, and I nod.

A bath sounds perfect.