Naughty Vs. Nice: A Holiday MMF Bisexual Romance

by Victoria Cabot

  He kicks off his shoes, taking both his pants and underwear off as I marvel at his naked body. Everything in him was carved to perfection - each inch of skin and muscle like a magnificent feat of masculine engineering.

  I reach for his cock with my hand, curling my fingers around his throbbing thickness. Flicking my wrist back and forth, I start to stroke him, my hand going from his tip to the base at a slow but steady pace. As I do it, he places his hands on my hips and, grabbing my dress, pushes it down my body. Laying there only in my thong, his cock nestled in my hand, I let out a small cry of pleasure.

  He leans into me again, grabbing my tits and letting his fingers wander down to my torso. My skin seems to boil as his fingers run over me; then, when he brushes them over my thong, I feel a fire starting to rage inside of me. I thrust my hips upward and, immediately taking the hint, he presses down on my pussy. With his flat palm pressed tightly against me, I rub myself against his hand, sparks of joyous electricity crawling up and down my spine. I lace my legs behind his back and pull him into me, the weight of his body on mine a reminder of how perfect he is.

  With our bodies pressed against each other, I let go of his cock and place my hands on his back, feeling his pulsing mast resting over my drenched thong. I start to grind against him, desperately needing to feel his manhood inside of me. Anywhere inside of me, really.

  My hands go from his back to his chest and I push him back with as much strength as I can. He indulges me, rolling to the side and falling back on the mattress as I sit up. In a heartbeat, I’m grabbing his cock and leaning toward it, my tongue parting my lips and reaching for his glans. I lock my eyes on his as I lick his tip, scooping the precum already leaking from his cock. My movements are small but deliberate, my tongue circling the tip of his cock as if it was measuring it.

  I lean forward even more, wanting to feel him with more than just my tongue. My lips part as they touch him, my mouth opening wide as I take the first inch of his cock inside of me. I suck on it - and, oh, I suck hard. Let me tell you, it tastes better than anything I could have imagined. It tastes of manliness, the kind you wouldn’t expect to find in the modern world.

  As I keep on going further, his shaft lodging itself inside my mouth, I close my eyes. His cock rolls over my tongue perfectly, filling my mouth with its perfect thickness. I push myself to the limit, only stopping when I feel his glans on the back of my throat, and then back out until my lips are tasting his tip again. I do it more quickly the second time, bobbing my head faster with each time I repeat this motion. It doesn’t take long for me to be moving my head up and down at such a furious pace that I almost forget to breathe.

  I pull back for a moment, just enough to catch my breath, but even then I don’t let go of him. My hand replaces my mouth, stroking him with the furious intent of a someone that has lost all semblance of self-control. With my free hand, I caress his balls, marveling at the way they roll over my fingers, their size enough to put to shame most men.

  Gabriel rests his fingers on my head, and I know he wants more. Happy to oblige, I lean forward once again, taking him in my mouth while I don’t stop stroking. I reignite the pendulum motion of my head as I keep on jerking him, my mouth and hand working in unison.

  As I suck him, I take my hand out of his balls and place it between my thighs, sliding it under my thong. With two fingers, I press down on top of my clit and start rubbing myself. I work myself into a frenzy, not knowing if all the pleasure that’s coursing through me is because of his cock in my mouth or because I’m rubbing my own clit. But who’s keeping count, right?

  I moan, his cock still inside my mouth as he reaches for my ass, his long fingers slapping across one buttock. He grabs it then, squeezing hard on my flesh and pulling me into him. I move my knees, allowing his hand to explore more of my body, and he immediately slides his fingers down. Sparks and flames, thunder and mayhem - it all climbs from my pussy to my brain as he flicks my thong aside and, without any kind of warning, slides his middle finger inside of me. My pussy tightens around his finger as he hooks it in, his fingertip brushing against a hidden spot inside of me, the pressure he applies there enough to make me delirious. And, yes, I’m delirious, baby. As delirious as anyone could be. And you know what? I deserve to get delirious and crazy right now, and I’m not holding back.

  Moving his finger in and out of me, he drives me to the edge and, shameless about it, throws me off it. I take his cock out of my mouth, a deep scream tumbling out of my lips as I succumb to the throes of pleasure. I breathe out sharply through my gritted teeth, fireworks going off behind my closed eyelids.

  I can’t help myself.

  With my muscles still trembling from the orgasm, I climb on top of him, grabbing his cock with both hands as I position myself over his body. I ease myself down, placing the tip of his cock against my labia. His glans slides inside of me gently and, as I lower myself, I gasp as his thickness fills me up in the most perfect way.

  With his cock buried deep inside of me, I start rocking my hips, moving back and forth on top of him. I throw my head back, grabbing my own tits as I keep on straddling him. He bucks his hips at me at the same time, the movements of our bodies in complete harmony.

  “Fuck,” I growl, leaning forward and burying my fingernails on his hard pectorals, my hair falling over my shoulders. I open my eyes and look at him, an expression of pure and burning pleasure on his face. I can’t help but grin, my lips curling upward in an almost too savage way. He grins back at me and, before I know it, he has his hands on my waist. He raises his hips from the mattress and, still holding me, makes me roll to the side, his cock never leaving my pussy. The moment my back hits the mattress, he’s already on top of me, between my open legs.

  He pistons into me, wild and ferocious, and I can do nothing but scream as I lace my legs over his ass, pulling him into me. Forget about ‘making love’ - right now, the perfect way to describe what we’re doing, is fucking. Oh, please, don’t tell me it’s a crude thing to say. You already know me by know - I don’t give two fucks about political correctness or bullshit like that. I’m not Little Goodie Two-Shoes.

  Ramming me hard, he doesn’t stop or eases his pace. In fact, the more I scream or moan, the faster he goes, his cock sliding in and out of me in a crescendo. I take my hands from his back and, laying my arms by my side, bunch up the sheets as I feel my muscles tensing up once again. I growl and cry in pleasure, my nerve endings electrified and ready to explode. And that’s exactly what happens - I explode, a primal and savage scream jumping out of my lips as I come.

  And what does a man like him do while I’m cumming my brains out? He reaches for my clit with his hand and starts to rub it, all while he keeps fucking me. Seriously, where do guys like him come from? There’s a limited number of specimens like him roaming around, and I want to make sure I don’t let any of them pass me by unknowingly.

  His fingers on my clit, his cock inside of me… Judging by the way I’m screaming right now, it’s almost a certainty that I’ll be sporting a sore throat tomorrow. Not that I’m complaining. It’s for a good cause, really.

  As the orgasm washes over me, I open my eyes, an easy smile dancing on my lips. He holds my gaze and, knowing I’m done, eases his pace; gently thrusting, he allows his cock to go all the way in and then remains still, just looking into my eyes. I lift my head and press my mouth against his, savoring the moment and wishing for the seconds to stretch into minutes, hours, days. I could remain like this forever.

  “More…” I whisper at him, pulling back from his kiss. My smile turns into a grin, one full of wickedness and… Well, let’s call it sinful slutiness. I don’t need to play coy with him, do I? “I want more…”

  “Of course,” he simply says, a mocking tone in his voice, almost as if he half-expected me to want more. Pulling back, he takes his cock out from my pussy and rolls to the side. With one hand on my waist, he makes me turn to the side, my back to him. Laying side-by-side, he presses his body against mine
, guiding his cock between my legs and parting my sensitive and wet folds as he slides it in. My inner walls strain against his thickness, his warm flesh inside of me making my muscles twitch in ecstasy once again. I push my ass back at him, allowing him to thrust deep at the same time. We rock our bodies against each other gently, our minds adrift in a sea of pleasure.

  He has one arm over my side, his hand resting easily over my left breast; I place my own hand on top of his, just wanting to feel his fingers intertwined on mine. It’s almost silly to be saying this, but there’s something deeply erotic about holding hands when you’re getting fucked. I know, I know… Deep down, I’m a soft-hearted girl.

  Our bodies lost in a lustful ebb and flow, I close my eyes as all conscious thought starts to vanish from my mind. Each thrust of his obliterates my rationality, leaving only a tiny layer of relentless desire coating my mind. I bite my lower lip, just reveling in the way my whole body is boiling in ecstasy.

  Playing me like a fiddle, he grabs one hard nipple between his thumb and index finger, pinching it softly as my pussy tightens around his cock. I push my ass back hard, waves of pleasure lapping at my body. Another scream tumbles out of my mouth as I come again, my body spasming completely out of control. My limbs are flailing, a thunderstorm inside my head.

  I roll to the side, his cock sliding out of me as I do it. I gaze at the ceiling, my mind completely blank - all that my brain can do right now is focus on keeping me breathing. I feel his lips on my cheek and I turn to him, his eyes brimming with desire - God, just one look and I’m ready to go again.

  My hand slides down his chest until it’s stopped by his erect mast; I grab it, my hand going up and down at a furious pace. Moving closer to him, I press my mouth against his ear and whisper.

  “I hope you’re not tired already… Because I still want more.” With that, I let go of his cock and go on all-fours, swaying my ass from side to side as I wink at him. I don’t need to explain what I want him to do. He gets up in a fraction of a second, and positions himself behind me. I gasp as he smacks my ass hard with the back of his hand, the sound of it sending a shiver up my spine. He does it again, enough strength in his smack to leave a red mark on my buttocks. Then, my nerves still reeling from the impact of his hand, he brushes his fingers over my ass crack, sliding them all the way down until he’s touching my pussy.

  He caresses my labia with the tip of his fingers, gently stroking my pussy with a coming and going motion. Every time his fingers reach my clit he gently presses on it before going over my labia again. I jut my ass back, needing more than simple teasing, and he slowly starts to slide his middle finger inside me. He makes it go all the way down, pushing it downward against my G-spot. I close my eyes as darts of pleasure pierce my mind, pleasure twirling in a whirlpool of lust inside of me.

  Sliding his finger in and out of me at a growing pace, he stops for a moment, just enough so that he can also push his index finger inside of my pussy. Two fingers in me, he starts to finger me at a furious pace, purred moans coming out of my lips each and every time I feel his fingertips against my G-spot. The moment he slides a third finger, I can’t help but scream. I scream as hard as I can, both my mind and pussy being stretched to the limit.

  I’m coming hard, and the best part is that I know this is nothing but a warm-up for the grand finale. After all, I’m not on all fours because I wanted to be fingered.

  He keeps his fingers nestled inside of me as I come, bunching up the sheets and trying to survive the merciless assault of this orgasm. The moment he feels my muscles relaxing, he smacks my ass again, my buttocks jiggling as he does it. He leans forward and into me, pressing the tip of his cock against my labia and inching it in. Feeding his cock into me one inch at a time, I feel my inner walls straining against his massive thickness. It’s almost hard to believe, but three fingers pale in comparison to how it feels to have his thick member ravaging my pussy. He keeps pushing it in, each inch of it drawing me closer to the sweet madness of oblivion.

  “Oh, God…” I moan, my pussy engulfing his throbbing shaft as he thrusts. He starts to move, slowly at first, and I try and match his pace, swaying my body back and forth as his cock starts to slide in and out. It doesn’t take long for the room to be filled by a symphony of flesh-on-flesh - his thighs are slapping my ass, his body ravaging mine. We are fucking viciously, the whole universe fading out as our minds start to revolve around one simple thing: pleasure.

  I feel a final and devastating final orgasm coming for me and, closing my eyes, I brace for impact. I grit my teeth, all my muscles becoming taut, and breathe out sharply as it hits me like a brick. I collapse on top of the mattress, my limbs completely spent and unable to support my weight, and I start to twitch and tremble in a seizure of pleasure. He follows me, his body on top of mine, and keeps fucking me relentlessly - supporting himself with his arms by my side, he rocks his hips hard against my ass, his cock devastating me with the sweetest fury I have ever experienced.

  Remember when I said this was the final orgasm? Well, I was naive. He’s not stopping or slowing down - he keeps pounding into me, his cock sending gigantic waves of pleasure through my body as I submit to pleasure’s hold.

  “Don’t… Don’t stop…” I say, my voice quivering as I realize I still want more. God, I’m insatiable and I love it. I could fuck 24/7 and you wouldn’t hear a complaint leaving my lips.

  He starts going even faster, sliding his cock to the hilt at break-neck speed. I bite at the sheets, grabbing them with my hands and, really, not knowing what to do with my body as I’m being ravaged with such intensity. Oh, I could cry of pleasure right now.

  As I start to feel his rhythm grow to a maddening sequence of thrusts, I know he’s close to the edge. Just knowing that is almost enough to make come like a madwoman - to know that you are a source of pleasure to a man like Gabriel is one of the most exhilarating things in life.

  My pussy tightens like a vice around his shaft and, even though I still haven’t fully recuperated from the last orgasm, I’m coming once again. My body is burning; my mind is drowning. Welcome to Pleasure Land, baby: all rides are free if you can handle them.

  I don’t even know if I’m moaning or screaming or, really, if I’m still alive. Ecstasy is consuming me, my body nothing but a vessel to pleasure. Then, suddenly, I feel his body tense up and he pulls out in an instant; guided by instinct, I roll to my back, looking up as he kneels in front of me. He towers over me like a God, his cock ready to unleash a fountain of cum all over my body. I reach for it with my hand and, grabbing it, start to stroke - with two simple strokes, I feel it spasming against my fingers. In a heartbeat, thick ropes of cum are flying into my body, his warm semen coating my skin. He gushes a never-ending torrent, emptying his balls all over me as I keep on stroking him as fast as I can.

  I grin at him, but he can’t even see it - his eyes are closed shut, an expression of pure bliss on his face. Only when the spasms of his cock die out do I stop stroking him, the final drops of cum dripping down from his glans into my hand. I push my hand back, cleaning his shaft with my fist. My fingers are covered in his cum - all of me is - and I take them to my mouth. He opens his eyes just in time to see me brushing my index finger over my lips, spreading cum all over them. Then, I slide two fingers inside my mouth and I suck them dry, his salty warmness jolting my senses and sending a shiver down my spine. Is there anything better in the world than being a dirty girl?

  My eyes never leave his as I suck each of my fingers dry. Then, biting down on my lower lip, I rub my hands over my breasts. I feel his cum under my fingertips, coating my skin and making it glisten. With a wide smile, I take one finger and brush it over his lips, spreading his own cum there; he parts his lips in an unconscious movement, and I slide my finger inside his mouth. He sucks on it, licking it dry, and my heart beats faster as I see him do it.

  With a bright laugh of pleasure, I place my arms over his shoulders and pull him into me, pressing my mouth against his. We kiss, ou
r cum-coated tongues dancing around each other as he grabs my tits harshly, spreading his juices all over my chest.

  We lay back finally, our souls feeling as light as our bodies.

  I know I’ve lied about Liam’s involvement in the gala, and I know I should feel bad because of it. But, damn, I have been kicked by life so many times before… I have to do what I need to do. And there’s a lot hinging on this gala.

  I breathe out sharply, pushing all that to the back of my mind. I’ll deal with it, but not right now… Right now, I just want to enjoy Heaven.

  7

  Liam

  I step into the elevator, clutching a bouquet of red roses to my chest. Now, I’ve never been the kind of man that would buy flowers for a woman… But after my “encounter” with Nadia, I figured that showing my romantic side wouldn’t hurt.

  To be honest, I don’t know why I feel so fucking attracted to her. But the fact remains: from the moment I saw her, I immediately knew I had to have her. And, of course, I’m Liam fucking Caldwell - I always get what I want, and Nadia is no exception. Thing is, I guess I fell into my own trap: after our romp at the Bergdorf, I can’t stop thinking about her.

  Every time I close my eyes, images of her naked body flash behind my eyelids… Her perfect curves, her hushed moans of pleasure… Fuck, I’m going insane thinking of all that. It got to the point where I left my hotel, hopped on my bike and bought flowers, the need to see her again the most pressing subject in my mind. I know that I should be focused on New Parthenia, but I figure I can talk business with her as well, right?

  As the elevator makes the climb toward Nadia’s penthouse, I feel my heart beating faster. I’m not fucking nervous, it’s not that. It’s just… anticipation. I can’t wait to get inside her apartment and pin her against the wall, my lips on hers as my hands wander over her curves. Fucking hell, even my cock is already twitching inside my pants.