Chapter 7: Naughty & Nice: Chapter 7

Credit where credit is due—despite blatantly wanting to, Noelle’s gaze doesn’t drop to the skin I’ve just exposed.

Her eyes narrow and her lips purse in frustration. It’s cute. Hot, actually.

Poor Noelle. She has no idea that she has guys everywhere—none more than my sexually frustrated brother—walking around with semis for her.

“Can you go shower or something?” she mutters, ripping her attention from me in favor of the view. “I was enjoying a quiet morning.”

“So I saw. I thought you’d still be in bed with my brother.”

“He’s sleeping.”

“Fucking idiot,” I muse. “Bet he’s dreaming about your tits.”

“Wilder,” Noelle snaps, sounding utterly exasperated with me.

“What? I’m just stating facts. You’ve got a good rack. But then, you already knew I thought that, didn’t you.”

“Can we please not? That night… it was a massive mistake. One that I never want to think about, let alone discuss, again.”

“I never regret making a girl feel good,” I explain.

“Jesus,” she mutters under my breath.

“And you shouldn’t be ashamed.”

She sits up a little straighter. “I’m not—do you know what, I’m not letting you drag me into this. It happened. It’s over. It won’t be happening again.”

“If you say so.”

“If I… fucking hell, Wilder. What exactly am I saying that you don’t understand?”

“I understand everything perfectly well. But the thing is, your head and your body are on a totally different page. You might think you don’t want a repeat, but let me tell you… your body? It’s begging for it.”

“I’m not sitting here listening to this.”

She pushes from the seat, but I’m faster. My hand wraps around her thigh and I easily pull her back down.

“Stay. Hang out with me for a bit.”

A frustrated growl rumbles in her throat and I can’t help but laugh.

“You know, I think you’re on to something here. This is the perfect spot to read.”

“Wilder, no,” she cries when I retrieve her book from beneath my leg.

I’ve no idea where she got to, but there is a page with the corner bent down, so I go for that.

“Please don’t,” she begs.

When I picked it up, the cover looked innocent enough. But something tells me the inside is going to be anything but.

I know the kinds of books she loves, and I also know that dark, heated look in her eye. I may have only seen it once before, but I know.

“Okay,” I muse, scanning the page. The moment I get the gist of what’s happening, my eyes widen and my smile grows. “Well, this is an interesting subject matter.”

“Oh, Jesus.”

She tries to get up again, but I quickly slide my palm down her thigh and pin her in place as I begin reading.

“He crawls on the bed, forcing you to fall back. Your chest heaves and your skin burns knowing that he’s not the only one watching you.”

“Wilder,” she complains.

The book is written in first person, but switching it up is an opportunity I just can’t miss.

“On the other side of the bed, still fully dressed, he watches with his hands in his pants pocket. The fabric pulls tight across his crotch, letting you know how much he’s enjoying this moment.

“Your eyes meet as your back finally hits the mattress.

“Your mouth waters, desperate for a taste of him.

“Reaching out one arm, you gesture for him. But he holds firm, waiting, watching.

“Frustrated, you look back down, watching as another set of hands slide up your thighs.”

I do the same, easing my palm down the soft skin of her inner thigh. I figure that she’s still wearing her pajamas under this blanket. Those tiny shorts are perfect for what I have in mind.

“Oh my god,” she gasps as my little finger hits the juncture between her leg and her pussy.

The heat from her burns, and it only makes me more desperate to continue.

“Hooking his fingers into the sides of your panties, he begins dragging them down your legs, exposing you to both of them.

“The second the fabric is free of your feet, he grabs your ankles and spreads your legs wide, letting both of us see what we really want.”

Moving, I ghost my fingers over her wet panties, gently grazing her clit.

“Your pussy is wet, swollen and desperate.”

I might read the words from the book, but they couldn’t be any truer as her juices coat my fingers through the fabric and her breathing becomes even more erratic.

She shifts in the chair, spreading her legs wider for me and making the entire thing rock.

“‘Undo your bra,’ the man between your legs demands, and you waste no time in following orders, letting your heavy breasts fall free.

“‘Now tell us what you want,’ the man watching asks.

“‘I… I…’ you stutter, unable to voice your needs. ‘I want your mouths on me,’ you finally gasp.

“The man between your thighs drops to his stomach as the other finally crawls on the bed.

“‘Yes,’ you cry as he blows a stream of air across your sensitive pussy. ‘Yes.’”

“Touch me,” Noelle suddenly begs.

I still for a moment, shocked by her brazen demand. But if I learned anything that night, it was that once she’s in the zone, she’s anything but the shy and innocent girl I know her to be.

“Thought you’d never ask,” I muse, lowering the book and looking at her instead. I need to see the moment we connect. I need to see her reaction.

Tucking my fingers under the sodden fabric, I brush my fingertips over her clit.

She gasps, her body slumping lower in the chair as she squeezes her eyes closed.

“Oh no,” I warn. “Eyes on me, little rebel. You watch me as I do this to you.”

Reluctantly, her eyes open and they find mine.

Internally, I can hear her screaming “I shouldn’t be doing this” at the top of her voice. But her body is too far gone, she can’t hear it.

I work her just like I did that night in the bathroom, and she’s just as desperate for the release as she was then.

I tease her clit, making her moan and mewl before dropping lower and pushing a finger inside her.

She’s tight. But then I guess she should be, seeing as no man has been inside her before.

My cock aches with the need to be her first, to know exactly how tightly she’d squeeze me.

Before I know what I’m doing, I reach over with my free hand, wrap my fingers around her wrist, and guide her to me. With the blanket hiding her movements, I encourage her to stroke me over my sweats as I work her closer to her release.

I feel like a schoolboy getting his kicks at the back of the classroom. It shouldn’t be enough to get me anywhere close to coming. But only a few seconds in, and I fear it is.

“Oh god,” she gasps as I shift my position so I can push a second finger inside her and rub her clit with the heel of my hand.

“That’s it, I want you to come for me.”

“Wilder.” I’ve no idea if it’s meant to be a warning; all I hear is a moan, a plea for more.

“Are you picturing him watching? Is he joining in too? You could put him out of his misery and let him suck on your nipples as you come all over my fingers.”

Unwilling to let this be over quite yet, I keep her riding the edge of her release. Just when she gets close, I change up my pace, dragging her away from the edge.

“Is that why you were so hot when I sat next to you? Were you reading that and imagining us? Thinking about where last night could have gone?”

“Yes, yes,” she whimpers.

“Maybe Rix and I can make all your Christmas wishes come true this week, huh? Would you like that? Do you want to be a dirty girl for us?”

“Oh my god. Please,” she begs. It could be for her orgasm or for the picture I just painted, or it could be both; it doesn’t matter, it still has me on the verge of coming in my pants.

The closer she gets, the faster she rubs and the tighter she squeezes.

Echoing her desperation to be touched, I lift my hips and awkwardly shove my sweats down over my ass.

“Oh my god,” she pants, her eyes wide as her slender fingers wrap around my shaft.

Her movements slow to almost nothing, but embarrassingly, her touch alone is almost enough.

“Keep going. It feels so good.”

Spurred on by my praise, she does as she’s told.

“That’s it. Fuck.”

Silence falls between us as we lose ourselves in pleasure.

It’s wrong. So wrong. Rix is right inside the cabin.

But also… it’s so fucking good.

“Need you to come for me, Elle. Be a good girl and come all over my fingers.”

I fuck her harder, making her whimpers get louder and louder as my own release surges forward.

“Come. Come now.”

And she does, her pussy clamping down on my fingers, pulling me in deeper as I pulse in her hand, coming hard and making a mess on the blanket shielding what we’re doing from the rest of the world.

“Holy shit,” I gasp once I’ve come down and pull my fingers from inside her.

She’s sated and sleepy, her body limp and exhausted.

But that doesn’t stop her from tensing the second I lift my fingers to my lips and lick them clean.

Her taste floods my mouth and I groan in delight.

“So sweet,” I muse.

There’s a bang from somewhere behind us, and we both move as fast as humanly possible to cover ourselves up under the blanket.

Her cheeks burn bright red, and I’m not sure if it’s from the release, embarrassment, or unfiltered shame over what we just did. The thought that it could be the latter makes my stomach knot up.

How could something that feels so right cause shame?

A door opens and footsteps pad on the deck.

“Hey,” Rix says, appearing just a beat after I’ve handed Noelle her book back.

Hendrix’s eyes drop to it and his brow wrinkles. I follow his attention and discover that she’s holding it upside down.

He is going to fucking kill me.

“Everything okay?”

Noelle swallows nervously.

“Yeah, of course. Did you sleep well?” she asks, her voice calm despite how I’m sure she’s feeling on the inside.

“I did. Missed you when I woke up, though. Did you want another coffee?” he asks, eyeing her empty mug.

“Yes, please.”

He takes off with her mug, more than happy to get her a refill.

“I’ll take one too, if you’re making them.”

Rix stops just before he leaves our sight and mutters, “What did your last slave die of?” before disappearing.

“Lovely,” I muse as he disappears. “I’m sure he wouldn’t be making yours either if he knew what we just did.”

“Don’t, Wilder. Just… don’t.”

Throwing the blanket off, I push to my feet. I might have come, but my dick is already half-mast again just from the memory.

“Okay. I won’t say any more,” I announce making a show of pushing my hand into my pants, giving her very little choice but to see what I’ve got going on. “But know this…” I state, leaning forward so I can whisper in her ear. “It doesn’t end there. This is only the beginning.”