36 Inches: A MFMM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

  Everett’s eyes harden and his takes his feet off the desk and stands, staring down at me with his beady eyes. “You’ll get the right results for this finale or you can find yourself a new job. Do you understand?”

  I stare at him for a long moment, letting his words sink in. Then I lift my chin in acknowledgment and spin on my heel, walking out the door without another word. We’ll see.

  Megan

  “We have to stop meeting like this.”

  Maya grins at my little joke. She’s pulled me into the bathroom yet again, but then she gets serious. “Megan, what are you doing?”

  I can only assume she means what happened yesterday between me and Tristan and Madden. I feel like I should be embarrassed. I mean, that was all caught on camera. Me and two men. Them doing all kinds of wonderfully naughty things to me. But I’m not. It just felt…right.

  I sigh. “What do you want me to say?”

  “How about what’s going on in your head right now?”

  I’m sure she’s just trying to look out for me. She’s become my friend after all this time in the house, and God knows I could use a friend right now with all the craziness.

  “Honestly?” I say, lifting a shoulder. “I really like what happened yesterday. It felt good. It felt right. I think I’m most comfortable with Tristan and Madden sharing me. I can’t explain it. It was just perfect. I can’t decide between them, I want them both, so it just makes sense. I really want to choose them both.”

  I stop and gauge Maya’s reaction. She just looks at me blankly. Obviously that won’t fly. And the finale is nearly here.

  Rolling my shoulders, which are so tense all of a sudden—I try to make her feel better. “Don’t worry. I’m going to go talk to both of them and see where we stand and then I’ll make my decision.”

  “Megan, I think you need to follow your heart.”

  I nod. Of course. My heart. That crazy thing that’s so conflicted that the mere idea of having to say goodbye to either Tristan or Madden has it squeezing in my chest. What does following my heart even mean? Because right now, all my heart wants is both of them.

  “I will.”

  “But,” she continues, her voice cryptic, her eyes a mystery, “remember that rules are made to be broken. Maybe it’s time for you to make your own rules.” She gives me a sympathetic smile, then leaves me alone.

  What the fuck does that even mean? I have no idea. Rules are made to be broken? Is she talking about the game? Is she talking about the fact that I want two men, when I should just be happy with one?

  But I can’t be happy with one. I know that. I care about both of them. That’s the only thing I’m certain of at this point. I can’t imagine giving either of them up. I want to choose both.

  Maya didn’t exactly say I couldn’t. But she didn’t say I could, either. I know it’s against the rules. But if she wants me to follow my heart, it’s telling me loud and clear that I’m falling for two men.

  I need to do what I told her. I need to go talk to both of them. Figure things out. Get some kind of clarity and see if something stands out to me. If one of them stands out to me as the clear choice.

  Even if I don’t want to. Even if the thought of saying goodbye nearly breaks my heart.

  The Biggest Licker Season Update

  Chase: Hello and welcome to another installment of our analysis of The Biggest Licker – the most popular reality show on TV. I’m your host, Chase Worthington.

  Nadia: And I’m your co-host, Nadia Moore. Across the country, America is being gripped by Licker Fever.

  Chase: That’s right. It’s all boiling down to the few days left of the season and we couldn’t be more excited and on the edge of our seats as to what is going to happen.

  Nadia: Chase, are you telling me that for realsies the producers don’t even know?

  Chase: That’s exactly what I’m saying Nadia, the producers have left this one all up to the hands of Megan. She’s calling the shots here and it looks like she’s very conflicted between Madden and Tristan. From everything the cameras are telling us, she’s having some very tough emotional issues in deciding which one to pick as her One True Love and which one to cast aside.

  Nadia: That’s so sad. I wish I could give her a hug. What’s the technical term for when shit happens like that on a reality TV show that fucks with the contestant’s minds that they didn’t expect?

  Chase: It’s called good TV, actually.

  Nadia: I guess so, it just seems kinda…mean, you know?

  Chase: Well, wish we could help her, but really our hands are tied.

  Nadia: Hmph, that’s a pretty cavalier attitude. You’d be upset if something bad happened to you and no one tried to help you, you know.

  Chase: I don’t know that I would, Nadia.

  Nadia: Well, maybe you just won’t be getting any of this fine ass tonight, have you thought that?

  Chase: That’s actually not fair at all.

  Nadia: Wish I could help you babe, but really my hands are tied.

  Chase: Sometimes I think maybe it was better when you were a virgin.

  Nadia: I gave fantastic blowjobs. I can suck your brains out through your cock.

  Chase: I know. And you know who else gives amazing blowjobs?

  Nadia: Megan?

  Chase: If what viewers saw with both Madden and Tristan was for real, then yes, Megan gives amazing blowjobs. And she seemed to be enjoying it with both men too.

  Nadia: How many times did you watch?

  Chase: Oh, about five or six. Until I was finished jerking off.

  Nadia: Tell me about it. I watched it twice too before I came. But when I did, it was like the Red Sea parting.

  Chase: Oh, babe. You can’t mention anything about Moses on TV. We’ll get fined. Stick to something safe like masturbating to The Biggest Licker.

  Nadia: Sorry audience! Anyways, Chase, I absolutely hear you. Megan looks like she’s having the time of her life with both men. I’m so not envious that she has to choose. Are you sure you don’t have any inside knowledge.

  Chase: Sorry, the producers don’t even know. All we can do is sit and watch and wait to see who Megan’s One True Love ends up being if neither of the billionaires is able to pierce her virginity. That man will end up becoming…

  Voiceover: THE BIGGEST LICKER!!!!!

  Madden

  All I can think about is Megan and what we did yesterday. It was incredible. I never would have thought that I would want to share a woman like that. Especially with Tristan. But if I’m being honest, I liked it. Seeing how fully Megan gave herself over to both of us, and how she was obviously experiencing the most intense pleasure of her life.

  It was fucking amazing.

  My dick is hard just thinking about it.

  A knock on my door distracts me from my daydream, and when I open it, I find Megan standing there.

  “Hey,” she says, a little timidly.

  “Hey, sexy.” I grin and reach for her, pulling her inside and shutting the door behind her. “To what do I owe the exquisite pleasure of your hot little body in my room?”

  She laughs a little, rolling her eyes. “So crazy.”

  I grab her by the hips and pull her into me, letting her feel how hard my cock is, straining even more than it was before she got here now that we’re alone in my room.

  “Crazy about you.” I flash a flirty smile.

  Megan just looks at me for a minute. “Really?”

  I feel my brow wrinkle. “Really what?”

  She steps out of my embrace and puts a little distance between us. “How do you really feel about me, Madden? I need to know.”

  She’s serious. I can tell. Gone is the fun Megan that I’ve gotten to know. The wild one that drives me insane with desire and need. The woman that I know I’m falling for. But I don’t know how she’ll handle me telling her that.

  “I know you’re having a hard time, Megan,” I say gently, trying not to let my jealousy come into play. I don’t like thinking
that she might not choose me. That she might end up with Tristan. Just the thought of that has my blood practically boiling.

  “You think?” She gives me a feisty little look, and I grin again. Sassy, sexy Megan hasn’t gone too far.

  “What’s this about?”

  She wrings her hands and bites her lip. Obviously this is bothering her. “Just tell me, Madden. Do you just want to fuck me? Are you just trying to play this game and get me to fall for you so you can have one more virgin on your scorecard? Or do you actually care? Are your feelings real?”

  She looks so serious, and also so vulnerable. I feel bad for her. She’s been put in a really tough situation. I never would have thought coming into this house that something like this could actually happen. That I could actually start caring about one of the women in the house. But I’ve never felt about someone the way I feel about her.

  Yet I know it’s not that simple. It’s not a matter of me telling her I care about her, and her saying the same. Tristan is a very real complication.

  But I can’t bring myself to resent him anymore. Not after what happened yesterday. It feels almost like even though we’ve always competed for the prize, always wanting to one-up the other, that we’ve now found the ultimate prize. The woman we both want. And we want her badly enough that we were willing to share.

  Is that something we can do again? Or even make a go of? I have no idea how that would work. But I know I’m not willing to give her up. And I don’t want her to feel hurt over Tristan. If being with both of us like yesterday makes her happy, then I’m okay with that. But I don’t know how to tell her that. Or what she’d think about it. Maybe it was a one time thing for her.

  I scrape a hand over my face. I’ve been silent for too long, and the look she’s giving me twists my stomach in knots. Makes my chest tighten. Like me not saying anything at all is hurting her.

  “Megan, I want you to be happy. That’s what really matters.”

  “No,” she insists. “That’s not all that matters. And that’s not what I asked you.” She starts to pace around the room, getting more and more agitated. “You have no idea how difficult this is for me, Madden. Choosing between you and Tristan is practically impossible.”

  I don’t know if that makes me feel good that she obviously wants me just as much, or if it hurts that she doesn’t want me more. The whole situation is fucked up. I wish we weren’t even on this stupid reality show anymore so we could just be together and figure things out without all this pressure. And suddenly, I want to make it clear to her that none of this bullshit from the show really matters.

  “Look, Megan, I know this game is important to you. Winning this apartment and the prize money and all that. But I want you to know that you don’t have to worry about that. Do you get what I’m saying?”

  She looks at me like she’s afraid to take me seriously, shaking her head slightly.

  I go to her and take her in my arms again, pulling her close, tilting her chin up and cupping her jaw in my hand so that she has to look at me.

  “You know why?”

  “Why?” she whispers, and I can feel her pulse thundering underneath my fingers.

  “Because I can take care of you. You don’t need to win. I told you before. I’m a winning bet. If you have me, you don’t need any of it—not the apartment, the money, nothing. I’ll take care of you.”

  Her eyes cloud with confusion. “Why would you do that?”

  I take a deep breath and prepare myself to take a leap. “You asked me if I wanted to fuck you or if my feelings are real. The answer is yes.”

  “Yes…”

  “Yes,” I repeat firmly. “I want both. But neither have anything to do with this show. It might have started out as a game, and I was just playing along. But somewhere along the way it stopped being a game. I’ve fallen for you, Megan. Hard. I want to be with you. I want to take care of you.”

  She’s looking up at me with such disbelief and uncertainty, but somewhere under there I see a bit of hope and excitement. And I don’t want to say it again, but I have to. Just so she knows. Because it’s the truth. Even if I don’t end up with her.

  “I mean everything I just said. But more than anything, I just want you to be happy.” I stroke her cheek with my fingers. “So do what you have to do to be happy, Megan. Fuck everyone else. Make the choice that makes you happy.”

  Madden

  Here we go.

  She places her hands on my chest, pushing me back until my knees meet the edge of the bed. She forces me to lay down on the mattress and then climbs on top of me, her movements fast and cat-like. I can feel desire has taken over her, lust pulling her strings, and I’m feeling exactly the same. Our bodies are burning for each other, and there’s no telling what might happen.

  Leaning in, she presses her lips against mine and kisses me softly. I close my eyes, savoring her strawberry lips, and run my hands down the side of her body, feeling her perfect curves as my cock hardens up inside my jeans.

  “I want you so much,” she purrs, running her fingers over my chest, tracing the contour of my muscles over my tight shirt. Placing one hand on her face, I smile, allowing my fingers to roam over to her neck and then tangling them on her hair. I yank, forcing her head back.

  “That’s my line,” I say, craning my neck and placing my mouth on her cleavage, my lips softly brushing against the soft skin there, the warmness of her tender flesh making me even harder..

  “We’re in tune then,” she teases me, locking eyes with me and offering me one of her devilish smiles.

  “Seems like it,” I whisper and, with that, I push the straps of her dress down her shoulders, baring her black lace bra. Hooking my fingers on one cup, I tug it down, one hard nipple jumping into sight. Before she can even prepare for it, I press my mouth there, my lips wrapped tight around her hard rosy tip.

  “Mm,” she purrs, and the sweet sound of her voice wraps itself around my thoughts, injecting desire and lust into each one of them. My cock becomes as hard as a steel rod, boiling blood rushing down to it, and I take my lips off of her mouth to look into her eyes.

  Moving fast, I buck my hips and turn aside, rolling on the bed and trapping her between the mattress and my body. I take my hands to her wrists and, curling my fingers around them, I pin them over her head and look into her eyes once more. I remain silent, taking in the soft lines of her face, allowing her beauty to sink its hooks on me.

  The hemline of her dress has hiked up to her waist, and my crotch is against hers, my cock somehow still becoming harder and harder. Feeling my shaft pressed against her pussy, she takes her hands to my back and, holding onto my body, she thrusts upward. She grinds against me hard and fast, swaying her hips up and down and from side to side, and I grit my teeth as I feel a surge of maddening lust take over me.

  I’ve never felt anything quite like this, a desire so intense that I can’t even think straight. Fuck, I feel just like a young kid, smitten by the prettiest girl in the block. This wasn’t supposed to happen to a guy like me - I’ve fucked so many women that I’ve lost count and here I am now, completely head over heels with Megan.

  She has put a spell on me, one from which there’s no escape. And, even if there was a way out, I wouldn’t want it.

  Thrusting back at her, I allow the movements of our body to sync up and, closing my eyes, I let a fantasy of desire to take over my thoughts. I imagine how it’d feel to simply flick her thong to the side and bury my cock inside of her, the tightness of her pussy squeezing my shaft hard… I can almost hear her moans against my ear as I thrust, her fingernails clawing at my back as she laces her legs around my waist and forces me to fuck her as hard as I can…

  I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone as bad as I want to fuck Megan and, trust me, that’s really saying something.

  And, thing is, she knows it.

  Climbing down from her body, I roll over the mattress and lay on my side, next to her. She turns to face me, her lips slightly parted in a way th
at makes her look even more beautiful, and she rests her hands over my chest.

  She never takes her eyes off mine as she starts unbuttoning my shirt, her delicate fingers working on the buttons fast, baring my chest inch by inch until I feel her knuckles brushing against my abs.

  “I never felt like this for any woman, Megan,” I find myself saying, not even knowing where the words come from. I just felt a sudden urge to say them and, now that I’ve let them out, I feel my heart tightening up inside my chest.

  I want to hear her say the same, to admit how much she craves me… But she just remains in silence, her eyes on mine while a soft smile dances on her lips.

  “I know,” she whispers, the kind softness of her voice making me so hard that my cock is on the verge of tearing its way out of my jeans.

  Pulling my shirt down my arms, she throws it off the bed and then runs all of her fingers down my naked chest. My thoughts scatter as I feel her fingertips going over my abs, and then she gets to work on my belt; unbuckling it, she pulls it out of its loops and then pulls my zipper down, my cock straining against the fabric of my boxer briefs.

  With a knot on my throat, I kick my jeans down my legs and push them off the bed.

  “I want that cock,” she whispers, slowly curling her fingers around the hem of my boxer briefs and pulling them down. My cock jumps free immediately, slapping her across the back of her hand. I let her push my boxers down my legs and then kick them, sighing heavily as she curls her fingers around my cock, her soft breathing against my neck filling my blood with the unstoppable rage of lust. Could she be any more fucking perfect?

  Inching closer to me, she crushes her mouth against mine, her tongue sliding past my lips as she starts moving her hand back and forth over my cock. She’s stroking me softly, her hand moving in a patient up and down rhythm, her petite fingers delicately hugging my thick shaft.

  Closing her mouth, she nibbles at my lower lip, pulling it harshly; letting go, her lips move down to my neck, laying soft kisses across my skin. She places her free hand on my ass, feeling the curves of my cheeks; then, taking that hand to my chest, she pushes on me and forces me lay down flat on my back. Kneeling on the mattress, she leans in and takes her mouth to my chest, then moving it down my stomach in a maddening line of lustful promises. With her tongue, she traces the contour of my abs, licking them as if she needed to taste my body to know that I’m fucking real and not just a figment of her imagination. She’s in luck - I’m as real as the desire that’s turning my cock into a fucking block of concrete.