Chapter 22: Naughty & Nice: Chapter 22

I watch her lips part as I move the melted marshmallow closer.

My dick twitches the second I brush it across her lips. It’s stupid. It’s innocent and nothing like what I usually get myself into, but fuck, I’m pretty sure I’m more turned on right now than I’ve ever been in my life.

I’ve barely even touched her.

I want to, though.

Fuck do I want to.

Hendrix wants me to as well.

He’s so fucking curious about all of this. If the situation weren’t so hot, it would almost be cute.

The marshmallow leaves a sweet, sticky trail on her bottom lip, one I’m desperate to lick away, but I refrain for now.

The creak of the couch behind me doesn’t come as a surprise. It was only a matter of time before we cracked Hendrix’s resolve to come a little closer.

“Are you going to take it?” I ask, my voice deep and raspy before I push the pillow of sweetness into her mouth.

Her eyelids lower as the sugar explodes on her tongue, and she groans in appreciation, but she doesn’t get to fully enjoy it because Hendrix appears beside her.

His fingers grip her chin and he turns her head to face him. My own lips part in time with his before he leans forward and does exactly what I was craving.

He licks across her lips, sucking the sweetness from her equally as sweet skin before diving in for a kiss.

I sit there on the floor in front of the fire, unable to do anything but watch them make out.

Their tongues twist and the sound of their lips smacking rivals the crackling of the fire.

It’s hot. So fucking hot.

I’m not sure if Hendrix has found his confidence, or if it’s the mix of vodka shots and beer, but he doesn’t so much as hesitate as he reaches out and cups Noelle’s breast, pinching her nipple through the fabric.

She gasps and he deepens the kiss further.

It ends almost as fast as it started, leaving both of them, and me, breathless.

“She needs more,” Hendrix demands before plucking another marshmallow from the bag and pushing it onto the stick that I’m still holding between us.

“Don’t you think she’s sweet enough?” I tease as I move it toward the fire.

“Not quite,” Rix muses, not taking his eyes off Noelle for a single second.

Noelle doesn’t say a word; something tells me that she’s too lost in her lust fog to really decipher what’s happening.

Instead, she reaches for her abandoned stick and grabs another marshmallow.

Music from my cell continues filling the air around us as we watch our marshmallows toast.

Once mine is done, I hold it up between Noelle and Hendrix.

Rix shakes his head. He’s never really been one for sweet treats. Noelle and I, though…

She leans forward, her lips parting, and I do the same. With our eyes locked, we both take a bite of the same marshmallow, our lips only millimeters apart.

My heart slams against my ribs, my entire body screaming at me to kiss her.

The taste I had a few minutes ago was nowhere near enough.

Hendrix watches us, his eyes burning almost as hot as the fire.

Suddenly, he reaches out and snatches the stick and the remainder of the marshmallow from me.

“Kiss her,” he demands roughly, giving me little choice but to dive right into what I need.

We might have got a little dirty at Halloween, but I didn’t kiss her.

I want to say that it was a conscious decision, but it wasn’t.

I wanted to. Fuck did I want to.

Her lips were pink and glistening. I was fucking desperate to. But I knew that as much as me touching her would hurt Rix, kissing her would be worse.

He may have had zero experience with women, but kissing Noelle would be crossing a line I wouldn’t be able to come back from.

Now, though…

He’s telling me to.

No. He’s demanding I kiss her.

What red-blooded man could ever say no to that?

My lips part at the same time as hers and our tongues collide. If it’s possible, the sweetness already coating my mouth only gets sweeter.

Cracking one of my eyes open, I check on Rix, but it’s instantly obvious from the way that he’s watching us that it’s okay.

Confident that he’s not about to impale me on a stick and shove me into the fire, I give Noelle everything I’ve got.

Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I encourage her to rise up on her knees.

Shuffling forward, I press our bodies together as I slide my hand down her back until I grab her ass.

“Oh god,” she breathes as I drag my lips from hers in favor of her throat.

Her neck ripples as she turns to look at Rix, and then she swallows thickly.

I can only imagine what she finds in his expression.

“S’more?” Noelle rasps, lifting her marshmallow up to Rix.

“I’ve got a better idea,” I announce before he has a chance to respond. “Take this,” I demand, plucking the stick from Noelle’s hand and passing it to Rix.

The second he has it, I lift Noelle from the floor and carry her over to the couch.

“I think Rix has his sight set on a whole different kind of dessert,” I explain as I lower us, setting Noelle on my lap with her back to my chest.

“What are you—oh god,” Noelle cries when I tuck my fingers under the straps of her tank and drag them down her arms, exposing her to both of us.

Her arms fly up to cover her bare tits, but I catch them.

“No,” I warn. “Rix.” I command him over with nothing more than a jerk of my chin.

The second the still-warm marshmallow is in reaching distance, I snatch it from his grasp and brush it over Noelle’s nipple.

“Shit,” she gasps, arching from my chest.

Leaving a sticky trail behind, I move to the other side.

“She’s all yours when you’re ready, Bro.”

Hendrix watches us with intrigue. His eyes are blazing and every muscle in his body is pulled tight, although none more than the most important one in his pants.

I know how he fucking feels.

He moves closer, his eyes locked on Noelle’s tits before he ducks down and swipes his tongue across her sticky skin.

“Oh god,” she cries, arching once again. Her hands find mine and she grips them hard.

“She likes that,” I assure him, encouraging him to continue. Not that he looks like he needs it as he switches to the other side.

While he goes to town cleaning her up, I lift the cooling marshmallow to her lips, feeding her.

She’s a little more distracted compared to when I fed her earlier, and in the end, I take a bite and let her steal it from my lips.

Hot. As. Fuck.

No sooner has she swallowed it do I thread my fingers into the back of her hair and drag her lips to mine, kissing her as Rix sucks on her nipples.

Now this is how you fucking celebrate Christmas.

She moans into our kiss, and if it’s possible, it makes me even harder.

“Oh god. More,” she begs the second we part.

“Yeah?” I ask breathlessly as I stare into her blown eyes.

She swallows almost nervously before both of us look down at Rix.

He pauses, his lips hovering just above her left tit.

“Give her more, Rix,” I instruct.

His mouth opens and closes as he thinks.

Moving the marshmallow back to her body, I draw a line from between her tits all the way down her stomach. Hooking my feet around hers, I give her little choice but to spread her legs and keep going, showing Rix exactly where he needs to be.

“You eaten your girl out yet, Bro?”

Rix’s eyes dart to mine. There’s now a little fear there with the unfiltered desire.

I’ll take that as a no, then.

“Strip her,” I demand, allowing her legs to close again to make it easier for him.

His eyes hold mine for another second before he looks at her, waiting for her permission.

It takes her a moment, but she nods her head and whispers, “Please.”

Without missing a beat, Rix drops to his knees and eagerly tucks his fingers beneath the waistband of Noelle’s shorts.

He drags both them and her panties down her legs, and the moment he’s unhooked them from her ankles, he reaches for her tank that’s bunched up around her waist and pulls that from her body as well.

“You’re beautiful,” I breathe when she squirms self-consciously on top of me. “So fucking hot. Can you feel how hard I am?” On the off chance she can’t, I roll my hips, ensuring I poke her in the back.

“Yeah,” she whispers.

“Rix is too. He wants you so fucking bad. You want him too, don’t you?” I ask as I drag her legs apart again.

“Yes.”

“How wet is she, Rix?” I ask, giving him little choice but to stare right at her pussy.

His throat ripples as he swallows.

She might only be illuminated by candlelight, but he can see more than enough to tell how much she needs this.

“Really wet,” he rasps.

“You want to taste her?” I spread her legs wider, leaving her completely exposed and ready for the taking.

He rubs his jaw, his tongue sweeping across his bottom lip as he tries to imagine what it might be like.

“Yeah,” he confesses.

“So, what are you waiting for?”

I know exactly what’s holding him back. It’s what holds him back in most things in life. His confidence.

“I-I don’t⁠—”

“Rix, please,” Noelle begs, probably as aware as I am about the issue. “I need you.”

Their eyes lock for a moment, just long enough for a short, silent conversation to pass between them, Rix places his hands on Noelle’s knees and slides them higher.

She trembles from his innocent touch alone.

“Yes,” she breathes as he gets closer to where she needs him. “RIX,” she cries when he drags the pad of this thumb across her sensitive flesh.

“She’s going to taste so fucking sweet, man,” I tell him.

He glances up, needing reassurance from both of us before he ducks down and leans forward.

“Oh shit. Yes, yes.”

“He hasn’t even touched you yet,” I point out.

“But he’s going to,” Noelle points out before her entire body locks up and she cries out.

Fuck.

I look down her naked body, watching as my brother licks up the length of her pussy, getting his very first taste of the woman he’s been fantasizing about for years.

Should I feel bad about intruding on such an intimate moment between them? Probably. But I don’t. I really fucking don’t.

“That’s it, Bro,” I praise as Noelle’s hips roll against his mouth. “Tell him how good it feels.”

“So good,” Noelle breathes. “Keep going.”

His eyes flash with pride before he gets back to it.

I let him work solo for a few minutes, allowing him to find his flow. Noelle moans and mewls as he explores her body, finding all the bits that get her going. But I soon get impatient to join in.

“Oh shit,” she cries when I cup both her breasts.

Rix looks up and his movements falter as he watches me tease her right alongside him.

“If you want me to stop then⁠—”

He shakes his head. “Let’s make her scream.”

I chuckle. “You don’t have to tell me twice. Suck on her clit,” I demand before pinching her nipples at the same time.

“Oh my god,” she cries.

Rix and I have always been pretty in sync, but like this, we work together perfectly to bring Noelle to complete ruin.

It is fucking beautiful.