24 Inches: A MFM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

  "I thought I'd surprise you," I say.

  "Well, you and Logan both," she says, pointing to the other side of the office, and then I see him.

  Logan's already here, and sitting in a chair, in the corner of the room.

  What the fuck?

  That bastard.

  Do you see what I mean? The guy doesn't know when to quit.

  Lana continues. "I'm just surprised that all of a sudden, both of you want to be involved in my dark romance. I mean, one minute, it's a manuscript nobody wants to touch, and now you two seem to be competing over it."

  "You shouldn't be surprised," I say. "The Virgin Market is good. It has a lot of potential."

  "But it's not finished yet," Lana says. "I still have a bit of work to do."

  "I can help you with that," Logan jumps in. "I have an idea. How about you and I slip out of here for a little brainstorming session? What do you say? Maybe over dinner and drinks?"

  "Here's a better idea," I say, cutting in. "How about you and I talk about the manuscript for a bit and brainstorm what you still need. I'm confident that I can help you bring it over the finish line. After all, I've actually read it. I have ideas forming in my mind already."

  "What makes you think I haven't read it?" Logan says, standing up from his chair in the corner and walking toward me.

  I can feel the air around us thicken with a sudden tension.

  It's like dark clouds forming on a horizon, threatening to turn into a full-fledged storm.

  "I find that hard to believe," I say, a smirk forming on my lips.

  "What's so funny?" Logan growls, closing the distance between us.

  "Everything," I shrug. "Look around. You coming in here and suggesting that you can help Lana with this book is hilarious."

  "Fuck off, Anders," Logan says.

  I feel my pulse pick up and my face redden. The urge to slam my fist into the middle of his face returns, and I fight to suppress it.

  "You know what—" I begin to say, but Lana cuts me off.

  "Enough!" Lana shouts. "Both of you. I'm tired of this. It's so exhausting—the fighting, the bickering, the one upping and shit talking. So, now I'm ordering both of you to follow me. Now."

  Neither of us moves. Logan and I are speechless at Lana's request, and frozen in place.

  "C'mon," she says again, motioning us forward.

  We both start walking, following her out to God knows where.

  As we move, we walk down the hall and past Abby's office. Lana pokes her head in.

  "I'm going to borrow the conference room, if that's okay," she says.

  "Sure, that's fine," Abby replies. "I'll let everyone know the conference room is occupied."

  Lana thanks her, and then turns back to Logan and I. "Keep following me down the hall. We're almost there," she says.

  Once we finally reach the conference room, she closes the door behind us, and orders us to sit down.

  Logan and I both sit, anxious to hear what she has to say.

  "I've made a decision," she says, looking at us both.

  I realize I'm practically holding my breath. The suspense is killing me.

  What if she decides to go with Logan? What then?

  It's her book. I'd have to accept that.

  "I've decided that you both will get to publish with me," she says.

  What did she just say?

  Both of us?

  How is that gonna work?

  I look over at Logan, and he looks back at me. I can tell we're both thinking the same thing.

  "I'm making this book a ménage," Lana says, "And I want you both."

  17

  Lana

  I’m not even sure what I’m doing. The words just found their way to my mouth, you know? But the moment they rolled over my tongue… I knew they were the right words.

  I want these men. Both of them.

  And I want them right now.

  Acting as fearless as I can, I close the distance between them and I. No hesitation whatsoever to my movements, I turn my hands around and go straight for their crotches; flattening the palm of my hands there, I feel their hard cocks pulsing against my fingers and I know that I’m on the right path.

  They want me as well, and their desire for me overcomes everything else.

  “Lana, this --” Anders starts to say, but I just need to look into his eyes to make him fall into a deep silence. Somehow, I’ve broken out of my awkward shell, and I’m spreading my wings as a confident woman, just like Abby Cleveland herself.

  “This is exactly what I want,” I tell Anders, my eyes never leaving his. “And this is exactly what the two of you want…” I continue, trailing off as I shift my gaze from Anders to Logan.

  “Lana,” Logan merely says, not knowing what other words to use.

  “That’d be me,” I grin, and then curl my fingers around their cocks, enjoying the way they seem to be throbbing violently inside their pants. I don’t even think about my next move; I’m in execution-mode right now.

  I lower myself until my knees are on the floor, but I’m careful enough to never leave their cocks as I do it. Then, still looking up at them, I unbuckle their belts and pull them out of their loops with two fast tugs. The leather slides out easily, and I just throw the belts behind me as I move for their zippers; pulling them down, I let my eyes widen as I see the two enormous pythons they’re hiding under their boxer briefs.

  Oh, God, I can barely believe that I’ve got twenty-four inches of delight right here… and all of it just for me.

  Holding my breath, I curl my fingers around the hem of their boxer briefs and, biting down on my lower lip, I tug them down. Their cocks spring free in half a heartbeat, and I become lightheaded as I watch them jump up to salute me. Sweet Jesus, I don’t even know what to do with them.

  Pushing both their pants and boxer briefs down to their knees, I wait as they do the rest and kick off their shoes. They then step out of their pants and boxer briefs, and I just look up at them with a wicked grin; no words are needed, and they immediately find out what I want of them. Slowly but steadily, they unbutton their shirts and throw them on top of the rest of their clothes.

  Now standing fully naked in front of me, I take a couple of seconds to appreciate the living sculptures standing right there. Their muscles look like they’ve been sculpted out of a slab of marble, and that over centuries. They’re so perfect that they seem to have been designed by God himself, his intent to create two perfect specimens that writers could use as models for their covers. Sure, it might seem a bit shallow, but even God needs to have his fun, right?

  “Enjoying the sight?” Logan asks, apparently finding the words he had lost before.

  “You have no idea,” I whisper as I reach for the two of them, my eyelids drooping as I curl my fingers around their shafts, the warmness of their skin spreading to my body and making my mind boil with anticipation.

  I start stroking them right away, enjoying the way I flick my wrist and send my fingers up and down the length of their cocks. Each fraction of a second I spend stroking them feels like a heaven-sent moment, and before I know it, I’m already leaning forward.

  I go for Anders first, parting my lips slowly and allowing the tip of my tongue to explore the head of his cock. I trace slow circles around it, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum, and then I pull back and move toward Logan.

  Shifting from one to the other, I keep on doing that until my mind starts demanding something more.

  “Just do it,” Anders tells me, his voice so heavy that I almost feel his words hitting me over the top of my head.

  “So demanding,” I whisper at him, but at the same time, I’m opening my mouth as wide as I can. I wrap my lips around the tip of his cock and, not a moment’s hesitation to my movement, I move them all the way down. I only stop when I feel his cock firmly pressed against the back of my throat, his full twelve-inches filling me in such a way that breathing is almost a chore.

  Stroking Logan at the same rhyth
m, I start bobbing my head back and forth as fast as I can, the sound of me sucking on Anders’ cock filling the whole room. I only stop when I need to come up for air and, in all honesty, it almost hurts to feel the emptiness inside my mouth when Anders’ cock pops out.

  “Fuck, Lana, that was…” he starts, looking at me with a look of pure savage hunger.

  “I know,” I tell him, feeling exactly that same savage hunger taking over me. Then, turning my attention toward Logan, I open my mouth once again and guide it toward his cock; having already warmed up with Anders, this time I don’t even start with the tip. No, this time I just open my mouth and let my head fall, impaling myself on his cock so hard that I almost think he’s going to make a hole through my skull.

  Stroking and sucking, I close my eyes and work on their cocks for God knows how long, the notion of time fading away as if it was just a stupid concept invented by the modern world. Right now I’m doing something so primal and wild that concepts such as these don’t even apply. I’m in fairyland right now, and it feels fucking amazing.

  “Alright, Lana, you had your fun…” I hear Logan say, and I take out the cock in my mouth and look. They’re both looking down at me with an eager smile, and I feel a shiver going up my spine as I try to guess what’s in their minds. “Now it’s time you have even more fun…” Logan continues, and now my anticipation has grown into a fiery anxiety.

  “Yes please,” I purr as they pull me up to my feet. Placing both hands on my waist, Anders takes charge of the situation and pushes me back until my ass cheeks are pressing against the edge of the conference table. Then, grabbing me by the ass, he pushes me up and sits me down.

  Logan walks up to his side and, never taking his eyes off mine, he places his hands on my knees and forces me to spread my legs. “Good girl,” he whispers, his fingers now pushing the hemline of my dress up to my waist, revealing the drenched fabric of my lace thong.

  “I doubt she’s a good girl,” Anders says in that voice of his as he goes down to his knees, his wide shoulders keeping my knees a part.

  “Oh, I’m a good girl when I want to,” I chuckle, leaning back and placing both my elbows on the table. I close my eyes as Anders rests his lips over my knee and then drags them inward, taking his mouth dangerously close to my pussy. He lays soft kisses around my groin, never actually going for my thong, and I start growing impatient; I move my hips from side to side, trying to get him to press his mouth against my pussy, but he just places one forearm over my waist and forces me to keep still.

  “I want … your mouth on me,” I breathe, reaching for Anders and tangling my fingers in his hair. Reaching for Logan with my free hand, I grab his hard cock and start to stroke him backhandedly, my hand moving awkwardly but keeping a steady rhythm.

  “The lady asks … the lady gets,” I hear Anders say from between my thighs, his breath caressing my skin, and then he just presses his open mouth against the drenched fabric of my thong.

  “Oh God!” I yelp as he starts on my pussy over the fabric, doing it so fiercely it almost seems like he wants to suck my soul through my pussy. And it feels amazing.

  “Fuck, you’re delicious,” Anders growls, and then uses two fingers to flick my thong to the side. He runs one fingertip over the length of my wet inner lips, and then he replaces it with the wet tip of his tongue, flicking it upward until it meets my clit. Using his tongue to draw soft circles around my clit, he keeps on licking me until I feel a soft electric buzz under my skin, my hand now moving faster over Logan’s cock.

  “I want some of that too,” I hear Logan say and, giving me no time to protest, he grabs me by the wrist and forces me to let go of his cock. He then goes down on his knees by Anders' side, placing one hand under the back of my knee and making me put my leg over his shoulder.

  Anders moves slightly to the side, his tongue still running around my clit, and that gives Logan the opening he wants. Leaning forward, his head under Anders, he opens his mouth and places it over my drenched folds, sucking both of them into his mouth.

  “Oh my God, oh my God,” I repeat over and over again as they work me with their mouths, my mind like a broken record. That soft electricity that crackled under my skin is now becoming something fiercer and violent, like a whip that makes my whole body tremble as it hits my soul.

  Wrapping his lips around my clit, Anders starts pressing down on it with the tip of his tongue; at the same time, Logan takes his mouth off of my pussy and places two of his fingers against my inner lips. Doing it fast, he slides them inside me to the knuckles, curling them upward and taking his fingertips straight to my G-spot. The moment I feel the pressure on my G-spot and clit, it’s as if a tidal wave has just crashed against my mind; I feel my thoughts being crushed under the weight of glorious pleasure, and then they’re dragged off me as if they never existed in the first place. Right now all of my rationality has left me, and I’m purely a body being steered by instinct alone.

  Taking my elbows off of the table, I let myself fall back and take my hands to my breasts. Squeezing on them as I arch my back, I let that violent orgasm overtake me, every single muscle in my body twitching and spasming.

  “That was … amazing,” I whisper, opening my eyes and looking up at the ceiling, feeling as if I’ve just awoken from a trance. Both men escape from between my thighs and go up to their feet, their cocks drawing all of my attention. Propping myself back up on my elbows, I throw them a lewd look. “What else do you got for me, boys?” I tease them, my pussy pleading for so much more.

  “Well, I got this right here … and it’s all yours,” Logan says without a moment’s hesitancy, grabbing his cock and positioning himself right between my legs. Taking a step forward, he hooks his thumbs on my thong and then yanks it down my legs. Looking at me with a devious grin, he brings my thong up to his face and presses it against his mouth. “Smells delicious,” he whispers, more to himself than to me, and then throws my thong behind me. His grin widens and then he slaps down the head of his cock against my clit... and, God, I feel as if I’ve been hit by lightning.

  Gritting my teeth, I reach for him with both hands, my fingers turned into claws, and dig my fingernails into his perfect iron ass cheeks. I pull him into me with all the strength of my body, and he offers no resistance. His twelve inches slide inside of me hard, his thickness pushing my inner walls back; letting go of his ass, I throw myself back on the conference table and turn my head to the side so that I’m looking straight at Anders.

  “There’s still space in here, you know…?” I purr, running my index finger over the space between my lips.

  “Not for long,” Anders growls, climbing up on the conference table and going down to his knees, his cock casting a long shadow over my face. He holds his huge member by the root and angles it down; I do the rest, craning my neck and parting my lips; I take his cock just like that, its tip pressing against the inside of my cheek.

  As if they were in telepathic communication, both men start bucking their hips at the same time. Logan’s cock slides in and out of my pussy at a steady pace, and the same happens with Anders as he fucks my mouth.

  I remain like that for God knows how long, completely submitting my body to their masts. As they keep on fucking me, Anders starts working on the straps of my dress, pushing them down my arms and yanking my dress down until it’s bunched up around my waist. Leaning forward slightly, he then takes his big hands to my bra and squeezes my tits over it, my flesh shifting under his touch.

  Even though I have Anders’ cock buried deep inside my mouth, I can’t help but moan; the sound is a throaty one, and I can almost feel the sound waves traveling along the length of Anders’ shaft.

  My hard nipples are aching, and it feels as if they’re screaming for someone to release them from the bra they’re stuck in; lucky for me, my bra has a front clasp, and Anders is already working on it. With a quick flick of his fingers, he undoes the clasp and pushes both cups to the side, revealing my breasts and rosy tips.

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bsp; “Fucking beautiful,” Logan groans, taking his left hand to one of my breasts and pinching my nipple between his index finger and thumb. Anders does the same on my other breast except instead of pinching my nipple he gives one hard squeeze to my whole tit.

  “Fuck!” I moan, turning my head to the side and making Anders’ cock pop out of my mouth. I throw my head back, bumping it against the surface of the table, and take one deep breath as I feel Logan picking up the pace, his cock suddenly sliding in and out of my pussy at an urgent rhythm.

  Opening my eyes, I see Anders’ cock and balls just hovering over my face and I crane my neck once more. Parting my lips, I use the tip of my tongue and start running it up and down the length of his shaft; then, inevitably, I go all the way down toward his balls.

  “Mmm,” I moan, opening my mouth wide and sucking one of his balls in. I take it into my mouth and roll it around, lapping at it with my tongue. My body sways back and forth as Logan fucks me at the same time and, even though it’s hard to keep focused on what I’m doing with my mouth, I somehow remain in control.

  “Fuck, Lana, that’s --” Anders starts to say, but I just open my mouth even wider and take both of his ball into my mouth. They fill me up as much as his cock does, and I can’t help but wonder about the amount of cum they’re busy producing right now. When these two unleash their load on me… Oh, that’s going to be one hell of a show that much is for sure.

  “Oh, Logan … oh, don’t—don’t stop!” I moan out, popping Anders’ balls out of my mouth. There’s a pressure on my belly, and it’s spreading toward all of my muscles, making them tense up. I can’t believe it, but I’m almost ready to come again. “Harder!” I cry out, begging him to slam his cock into my pussy as hard as he can. And that’s exactly what he does.

  With his hands on my hips, making sure that his thrusts don’t send me down the table, Logan starts pounding me with the ferocity of an animal that has just escaped his cage. I hear his balls slapping against my skin, and it feels as if I’m being hit by pellets—pellets the size of tennis balls, that is.