Page 115 of Naughty & Nice

He wraps his hand around himself and strokes.

Noelle's lips don’t leave me, but her eyes focus on him. They start at his face, then drop, watching him work himself.

When she looks back at me, I see the question as clear as day in mind.

‘Can I?’

Fuck.

My heart races, my body temperature rises, and my hands begin to tremble as adrenaline and desire collide.

There’s a part of me that wants to say no.

Wilder has got everything he ever wanted in life. Why should he get this too?

But also… the thought of watching her sucking him off...

I can’t get it out of my fucking head.

We’ve gone this far already and… what happens in the cabin stays in the cabin?

I nod once and she releases me, a huge puff of air rushing over me before she looks at Wilder's dick.

She shuffles a little closer on her knees, watching as he pleasures himself. But before she does anything, she looks back at me again.

‘It’s okay,’ I mouth. “I love you. Always have, always will.”

Wrapping her hand around me, she leans forward and licks his dick.

Watching it is like a punch to the gut but in a weirdly good masochistic way.

“Christ,” Wilder grunts. “Keep going. Show your boy here how good you look doing this.”

She glances at me again, but this time she doesn’t wait for my approval. Instead, she sinks lower on his cock.

All the air escapes Wilder’s lungs as he hits the back of her throat.

“Good?” I ask, aware that Wilder has done this a million times over. He must have pretty high expectations and Noelle has now given all of two blowjobs, and I’ve got zero experience to compare it to.

“So good,” Wilder groans, holding the back of her head as he slowly begins moving his hips.

She works him for a few seconds before pulling back and returning to me.

Wilder and I have shared pretty much everything in our lives, but I’m not sure anything compares to this moment.

She alternates back and forth between us, and all too soon, my balls draw up and I get the tingles that this is about to be over.

“Fuck, Rebel. You’re gonna make me blow,” Wilder rasps, letting me know that I’m not alone.

The head of Noelle’s mouth finds me again, and no sooner has she taken me to the back of her throat than I come.

A loud groan spills from my throat as I let go, pure, unfiltered pleasure surging through me.

Noelle swallows me down before licking her lips and turning to Wilder.

It takes him a few more seconds, but he soon follows me, his bark of pleasure echoing around the cabin.

The two of us collapse on the couch, both breathless, sated messes, while Noelle lingers on the floor.

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