36 Inches: A MFMM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

  Maya looks around, not quite meeting my eyes for a minute, then sighs. “Look, Megan, you just need to worry about yourself.”

  What is that supposed to mean? How can I just worry about myself when I already feel like I’m getting in too deep? And now it’s coming to blows. Literally.

  “What are you thinking?” Maya continues. “Be honest with me.”

  I tilt my head back and stare up at the ceiling for a minute. “I don’t like it. I don’t want them fighting like this. I don’t want anyone getting hurt,” I repeat, though this time I’m not sure if I mean physically, or something else. “What do you think about all this? And don’t tell me it’s good TV. That’s what your boss thinks. I want to know what you think.”

  She meets my eyes, and hers look regretful. “I think this whole show was a bad idea from the start. I mean, it’s bound to end badly, right? The last season didn’t end how the producers thought it would. I think that’s why the studio is so determined to make this one go the way they want. ‘Fucking and fighting’ and all that.” She rolls her eyes. “Not my words,” she clarifies.

  Her words make me nervous, though. “What do you mean, ‘it will end badly?’ How?”

  Maya leans against the bathroom counter, watching me as she speaks. “I just don’t think there are going to be any winners. Not any real winners, anyway. Someone is going to get hurt—maybe everyone.”

  There it is again. Someone getting hurt. Now she’s saying it, and I definitely don’t think she’s talking about the fight now.

  She pushes off the counter and gives me a hug. “Be careful, Megan. Remember why you’re here.” She hesitates, like she has something else to say.

  “What else?”

  Another sigh. “Tristan cares about you, Megan. I know he does. Like truly cares. It’s possible that Madden does too. I’m not positive, but I wouldn’t be surprised.”

  I take a minute to process that statement, not sure how I feel about it. Because I feel like I’m starting to care for them too. Both of them. And I have to choose.

  My heart squeezes in my chest. So this is the real problem. If they truly care about me, someone will get hurt in the end. I don’t want to hurt either of them. But how can I not? I have to pick one of them.

  Maya turns to leave, but looks back at me before she opens the door. “Just remember one thing.”

  “What?”

  “There are no guarantees when the camera stops. What I know—or think I know—about how they feel might not be real after all. That’s why I’m telling you, Megan, watch out for yourself. I don’t want you to be the one leaving here with a broken heart.”

  She leaves the room, and I think about what she said. Are their feelings real? Are mine? It’s so hard to know because we’re caught up in such a crazy situation. But one thing is certain. The way they both made me feel when we went on our dates was incredible. Something more exciting than I’ve ever felt in my whole life. And I want more of that. More of them. I’ll have to be careful, that much is clear. It’s a fine line to walk if I still want to win this game.

  But maybe, if I’m careful, I can have my cake and eat it too. I smile and head toward the door, ready to make an appearance downstairs for the first time since we got back. First thing on the agenda—I need to set these boys straight.

  Megan

  Standing in the kitchen with Tristan and Madden, I try to balance my conflicting feelings. I need to make it clear how I feel about this ridiculous fighting. But I also can’t help feeling all kinds of turned on by the hungry way they’re both looking at me.

  Okay, so maybe I should have put on something that wasn’t quite as revealing as my tiny tight lil dress, but so what?

  Tristan sits at the island, watching me silently as he alternates icing his knuckles. Madden leans up against the kitchen counter, his arms crossed over his chest, also watching me as I walk around the kitchen, trying to make it clear how upsetting their fight was.

  But they’re really fucking distracting, both of them still without their shirts. How’s a girl supposed to think straight when two insanely sexy men are half naked in front of her? And both of them clearly want me as much as I want them. The tension in this room is out of control.

  Some of it from the obvious irritation I’m feeling. But the sexual energy is just as evident. I’m sure they feel it as much as I do.

  Madden breaks the silence first. “Megan, don’t be mad, baby.” He gives me one of his trademark charming grins, the one with the dimples that always gets me. It’s hard to stay mad at him when he does that, but I put forth the effort. It’s important that they know I won’t stand for their shit.

  I shake my head and hold up my hand. “Don’t, Madden. Don’t even try.”

  “Hey,” he says, “I’m sorry. But I can’t help it. What do you want me to say? That I don’t care that Tristan had his hands all over you? That I’m cool with it? Because if you want me to be honest, I don’t know if I can say that.”

  I just stare at him for a minute. Normally he’s all laughs and jokes, all tease and flirtation. But he seems to mean what he’s saying right now. Could Maya be right? Does he actually care? Like, for real?

  “And you think I am?” Tristan says, his voice low and controlled, but his anger just below the surface.

  I look at him, and I see the jealousy written all over his face. Maya said she knew he cared about me. And I’m pretty sure she’s right. But what’s real and what’s not? How much of this is because they just want to win the game?

  “I don’t know what to tell you guys,” I say, frustration rising up again, and I begin to pace.

  “How about you tell us which one of us you want?” Madden suggests.

  Tristan scoffs. “Seriously, dude? You think you can just put her on the spot like that?”

  Madden’s jaw clenches. “You think you know her so well, don’t you? Just because you had your—”

  “Stop!” I cut him off before we can go down this road again. “Just don’t. Either of you.” I look back and forth between them.

  Tristan looks angry, but he makes an effort to tear his gaze away from Madden. To his credit, Madden also settles back against the counter. But now my anger has won out.

  “You two are going to make it really easy for me to win this apartment if you spend all your time fighting. You think I can’t resist? I’ve been doing a damn good job up until now.”

  I bite my lip because that’s obviously not true. I wanted to have sex with both of them. And it was a really close call both times, the only thing keeping me from it being my determination to win.

  “Okay, well I was, up until those dates,” I amend.

  Both of their faces tense up again, and I’m sure they’re about to start spewing more caveman jealous shit, so I keep right on going. “You two are ridiculous. You don’t own me. You know that, right? And yeah, maybe I did have sex with both of you—or close enough—but so what? Maybe I’m attracted to both of you. Did you ever think of that? Maybe this is hard on me too. Did you stop to think that maybe I’m really fucking frustrated as well that I want you both, but can’t have either of you?”

  They both watch me, surprised by what I’m saying. I see them glance at each other, jealousy and anger and frustration all over both their faces. “Maybe you’d both be a lot less frustrated and stop all this stupid fighting if you could both just learn to share.”

  I stop in between them, crossing my arms over my chest. It pushes my tits up, and I notice that’s where both of their attention goes.

  Then something shifts. The energy in the room goes from leaning more toward angry tension and teeters on an edge for a moment before shifting firmly into sexual territory. I see it in their eyes, the way they both watch me with obvious lust.

  Then their eyes aren’t on me anymore. They’re watching each other. Evaluating, assessing, questioning.

  I have no idea what they’re thinking.

  Until Tristan speaks up.

  “What if we can, Me
gan?” He stands up and takes a step toward me, his eyes dark with desire.

  “Can what?” Suddenly my pulse is kicking into overdrive, my blood rushing through my body and settling in all the most delicious places as I become aware of where this is going.

  Madden is next to me know too, his gaze just as hot and needy. “Share you.”

  They can’t mean what I think they do. Can they?

  And if they do, what does that mean? Do I want them to?

  I swallow hard, my pussy suddenly throbbing and aching, my nipples tingling. And I know the answer.

  Yes. I do.

  I want Tristan and Madden to share me.

  Megan

  Let’s just stop for a moment, okay?

  I need to take a breather. I mean, is this really happening? Maybe I’m dreaming. I almost pinch the skin on my arm to wake myself up, but then I realize one very important thing: if this is a dream, I don’t want to be woken up. Oh, no, I want to enjoy the whole ride.

  They close in on me, their eyes flaming with desire, and rest their hands on my hips. I don’t even know what to do right now - this is just beyond everything I have ever experienced.

  If I ever win the lottery, I bet I’ll feel just like I’m how feeling right now.

  They push me against the counter, their hands roaming all over my body, and I feel myself growing wetter with each passing second. I knew they both wanted me, but to know that they’re putting aside their differences so that they can have me… There’s no better aphrodisiac than that.

  “Kiss me,” I whisper, not even knowing to which one of them I’m saying that. It doesn’t even matter, does it? Because they’re sharing me, and I want to be shared - which means I’m talking to both of them.

  Tristan is the first one to obey, leaning in and pressing his mouth against mine, parting my lips with the tip of his tongue. I kiss him back as I feel Madden’s mouth on my neck, his teeth gently nibbling at my skin. Not knowing what to do with my hands, I just open my arms wide and pull both men into a tight embrace. They come willingly, pressing their bodies against mine, and then I feel their hands on my legs, just below my ass cheeks; they pull me up and I break my kiss with Tristan, allowing them to sit me up on the kitchen counter.

  “You wanted us to share… And that’s exactly what we’re going to do,” Madden says, lowering his voice until it becomes a whisper. Placing his hand on the nape of my neck, he grabs me by the hair and forces me to throw my head back. I keep my eyes on his all the same, grinning wildly like a little girl on Christmas’ morning. And, really, this feels a lot like Christmas - except I’m not a little girl anymore and, instead of getting socks from relatives, I get two handsome men. Ah, screw it, this is way better than Christmas.

  This time, I’m the one taking the initiative - I place both my hands on Madden’s face and pull him toward me, crushing my mouth against his. Opening my mouth, I allow my tongue to wrestle against his, spreading my legs wide so that he can stand between them.

  Tristan remains by my side, and I feel one of his hands wandering up my back; there, he grabs the zipper of my dress and starts pulling it down, the fabric parting to reveal my naked skin.

  “You’re so fucking hard to resist, Megan,” Madden says as he pulls back from me, coming up for air. “I want you so fucking much,” he continues, the flames in his eyes growing.

  “That makes two of us,” Tristan adds, grabbing the fabric of my dress and pulling on it. I let out a subtle moan as he bunches up the dress around my waist, my La Pearl lace bra coming into sight. Their eyes go straight for my breasts, and they reach for them at the same time - Tristan goes for the right one, and Madden for the left. They squeeze them eagerly, their fingers grasping at the edge of the cups, and they pull them down at the same time. My nipples harden up as the air in the room caresses them, and I just can’t help but take both hands behind my back to unclasp my bra; they do the rest, yanking the whole thing off me with one sudden movement.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Madden says the moment his eyes fall upon my naked breasts and, giving me no time for a reply, he squeezes my left breast and dives into it with his open mouth. He wraps his lips around my rosy tip, sucking it into his mouth while he traces long, wide circles around it with his tongue.

  “I usually don’t agree with him,” Tristan whispers, smiling softly, “but he’s right. You’re beautiful, Megan. More than beautiful, you’re perfect.”

  “Just kiss me already,” I tell him with my hoarse voice, my throat suddenly feeling dry. I throw my arm around his neck and pull him into me, my eyelids drooping as our mouths enter a collision course. The moment our lips touch, Madden replaces his lips with his teeth and starts nibbling at my nipple, doing it softly enough not to hurt… but hard enough to allow a burning sensation to climb from my breasts all the way to my brain.

  With his free hand, he squeezes my other breast while he keeps the pressure on my nipple, nibbling and sucking at it eagerly. And the harder he does it, the crazier my kiss with Tristan becomes. Our tongues dance and wrestle, our lips smacking together over and over again.

  “Oh,” I cry out all of a sudden, ending my kiss with Tristan as Madden moves fast, letting go of my breast and taking his hand between my thighs. He doesn’t build-up to it - he just slides his hand under my dress and flattens it against my wet thong, pressing so hard that I see bright lights behind my eyes.

  He starts rubbing my pussy, moving his hand up and down, and I purse my lips as I feel sweet pleasure coursing through my veins.

  Surprising me, Tristan places his hand on my knee and slides it up to my inner thigh, pressing against my pussy over Madden’s hand. Now, with both men teasing my pussy, I truly don’t know what to think or do. This is just beyond the realm of… well, everything. I mean, I dreamed of something like this, but I never thought it could actually happen.

  But, in a way, it makes sense.

  You see, even though Tristan and Madden seem to be so different, they’re actually more similar to one another than they’d admit. How do I know it? Well, I’ve shared an intimate moment (you know what I’m talking about, so let’s just skip the details) with each one of them, and I saw their true selves when it happened… I’ve peered into their souls, and what I saw there made me happy.

  More than getting hard because of the way I look, the two of them seem to actually care for me. Maybe they’re just playing the game, that’s always a possibility, but deep down I know it’s gotta be more than that.

  I want you to fuck me, I almost say out loud, my thoughts spiraling out of control. I manage to shut up at the last second, trapping the words inside my mouth and offering them no way out as I purse my lips. God, I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to handle all this temptation… I mean, I’m only human!

  “Let’s get this out of the way,” Tristan suddenly breathes out, taking his hand out of my pussy and grabbing my bunched up dress. Madden does the same, hooking his fingers on the fabric and pulling it further down; placing my hands on the counter, I lift my ass up and allow them to undress me, the velvety fabric caressing the skin of my legs on the way down.

  When I sit back down on the counter, I’m only wearing my thong, my almost naked body exposed to them. I watch as they both let their gaze fall down to my pussy, the fabric of my thong becoming more and more drenched with each passing second.

  “You can do more than just look, you know?” I tease them, and my words seem to have an effect on Madden. With his hands on my legs, he goes down on one knee, his eyes never leaving my pussy as he does it.

  Reaching for me with his mouth, he rests his lips over my inner thighs and starts kissing my skin softly. I place one hand on his head, my fingers running through his hair as I feel the gentle touch of his lips. Each kiss he lays on my skin takes him closer to my pussy and then, doing it so fast I feel a surge of adrenaline rushing through my bloodstream, he presses his mouth against my wet thong. Sucking hard on my pussy over the fabric, he then eases up and gra
bs my underwear with his teeth, slowly pulling it down my legs.

  I lift my ass up again, allowing him to pull my thong down, and I sigh heavily as I feel the nakedness of my own pussy.

  “That pussy is going to be the end of me, Megan,” Tristan says, placing one hand between my breasts and allowing his fingers to slide down to my stomach. Then, slowing down, he places two fingers over my clit and presses down on it.

  At the same time, I feel Madden’s lips brushing their way up my thighs again and, next thing I know, he has already crushed his hungry mouth against my pussy lips. Tilting his head slightly sideways, he sucks my folds into his mouth and runs his tongue up and down their length, mercilessly working on me until I don’t even know if I should moan or scream.

  Tristan keeps on rubbing my clit, his fingers dancing over it masterfully. Using his free hand, he takes his fingers to my breast and squeezes it, my flesh shifting under his touch. Leaning in, he then guides his mouth down, parting his lips and wrapping them around my burning nipple. He takes it into his mouth and sucks, his teeth brushing slightly against it.

  “Oh, that’s good,” I moan, not sure if I’m complimenting Tristan or Madden. Lifting my legs, I throw them over Madden’s shoulders and lock them over his shoulder blades, keeping his head trapped between my thighs. The moment I do it, he just presses his mouth harder against my pussy, the pressure of his lips and tongue making flames of utter delight climb up from my spine and into my brain.

  Throwing my head back, I close my eyes and let a smile take over my lips, pleasure dancing inside my head. I still can’t believe this is happening, you know? I mean, how in the hell did I manage to make them agree to this? They’re like two wolves, possessive and aggressive, and somehow they’ve made the decision to share me instead of baring their teeth and snarling at each other.

  “Come here,” I whisper suddenly, my lips aching for a kiss. Leaning further back, I take my nipple out of Tristan’s mouth and place my elbows down on the counter; he follows after me and I lace one arm around his neck, reeling him in and smacking my lips against his.