36 Inches: A MFMM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

  I nod. “I understand, Chase.” And I give him a big grin. Because it really is okay. I know that now. “I think I’ve still come out a winner, though.”

  The crowd roars with cheers and applause.

  His eyes twinkle. “Oh, there’s no doubt about that. As you can see by the reaction out here—” he gestures to the audience behind him, “—I don’t think anyone wanted things to turn out any other way.”

  “I certainly didn’t,” Tristan says, leaning in to kiss my cheek.

  Madden waggles his eyebrows at the camera and squeezes my thigh, his hand dangerously high for live television—not that it should matter after the things we’ve done on camera. “Wouldn’t change it for anything.”

  Chase clears his throat. “So this is the point at which we typically crown the winner—you would choose which remaining man you want, or one of them would get to send the other packing if they’d won. But clearly that’s not an option here. They can’t send each other home after all since they both took your virginity at the same time.”

  He give the camera a salacious wink, and the crowd goes crazy behind him.

  Yeah. Did they ever. I feel all warm and tingly just remembering how the last few hours were more amazing than I’d ever imagined. I bite my lip and look at Tristan and Madden, who are both giving me looks that make it clear they’re ready to do it all over again. Who knew that we would have all enjoyed sharing the way we did? So, so much.

  I figure this is it. Chase will give some speech about this being a shocking twist to the show that’s never happened before—something they apparently love—but he surprises me when he says, “After this new turn of events, we have an even more exciting twist from our new executive producer, Maya.”

  Wait, what? Maya—executive producer? I’m so excited and so full of questions, but they’ll have to wait for later, because Chase dives right into the twist. The twist brought on by my decision to do what I wanted.

  “You were here to find your true love, Megan,” he says, flashing those blindingly white teeth, “and you did. So in our book, that makes you a winner. You followed your heart and placed love over money. Because of that, you get the remaining two billion dollars in prize money.”

  My jaw drops and the crowd goes wild. I look back and forth between Tristan and Madden, completely floored. I never imagined this. And it’s funny. Because I wanted to win the apartment and the money more than anything. I wanted to know that I’d be okay. But it’s true—finding love with these men is so much better than winning any prize. I know I’d choose them over winning a reality show any day.

  But it seems I don’t have to. I really am the luckiest girl alive. I smile at both of them. My billionaires, who I’m totally and madly in love with.

  I’m definitely the winner here.

  Megan

  Climbing out of the new luxurious bathtub that’s nearly the size of a small swimming pool, I wrap a fluffy robe around myself and grin as I take it all in.

  I thought the apartment from Biggest Licker was incredible. I had no idea.

  Tristan, Madden, and I just purchased a brand new luxury penthouse in Manhattan, and it’s so outrageously over the top that I feel like I’m living a dream.

  I am, really. Two insanely sexy billionaires at my beck and call, ready to pleasure me all day and all night, the best apartment in the city, and most importantly—love. But it’s not a dream. This is my life.

  I smile and walk through the huge bedroom with floor-to-ceiling windows that look out on the twinkling lights of the city and make my way downstairs.

  Tristan and Madden are sitting at the dining table bickering good-naturedly over a new business project they’re working on together. It seems that they’ve realized they make a good team in more ways than one. They’re taking the world by storm, and I have a feeling this is only the beginning.

  “Okay, boys,” I say, breezing into the room and silencing them with a finger to each of their lips. “Maya’s new show is about to start. Business time is over.”

  After coming up with the idea that earned the Biggest Licker finale the highest ratings in the history of the network, Maya was given the opportunity to run any show she wanted. She has a new scripted sitcom that was recorded over the past few months, and we need to watch it and show our support.

  After all, if it weren’t for her pushing me to follow my heart, the three of us might not be together like we are now. I know it’s unconventional, but it works for us. And I’m loving every second of it. I have the two most perfect men for me. The best of both worlds.

  Madden takes my finger from where it’s pressed against his lips and draws it into his mouth, biting and sucking it suggestively as he winks like the cocky bad boy he is. My pussy clenches, and my panties would be absolutely soaked in and instant—if I were wearing any. But all that’s between me and these sexy men is my robe. Something that might be coming off very soon if Madden’s expression is any indication.

  Tristan rises and comes up behind me, running hands down my sides and resting them on my hips, the tips his fingers tantalizing close to my pussy as he digs them into my flesh. He leans over my shoulder and nuzzles my neck. “I’m recording the show. We can watch it later. I’m thinking we need to spend a little more time in the kitchen. It’s one of the few places we haven’t christened yet.”

  I laugh, enjoying the attention I’m getting from both of them, as usual.

  “I couldn’t agree more,” Madden says. “After all, a kitchen is where we first learned to share you.”

  “Look at the two of you,” I tease, “being all agreeable. It looks like I’m not the only the thing you agree on anymore.”

  Madden stands up, and now I’m trapped between the two of them. My favorite place to be. “You’ve shown us how much better things can be when we’re working together.” His voice makes everything sound incredibly sexy and suggestive. Just the way I like it.

  Tristan nips at my neck with his teeth, drawing a sharp gasp from me and making my pussy clench. “Kitchen?” he growls.

  “Agreed,” I laugh, and let them sweep me off my feet and show me yet again just how good they are at sharing me. This is something we can all agree on.

  Megan

  I’m living the life.

  Money in my bank account, the house of my dreams and, most important of all, two handsome men that love me to death. Yeah, you can be a bit jealous, I understand.

  Smiling at them, I just wait as Madden closes the distance between me and him and pins me against the fridge, the cold surface against my back making my skin prickle. He runs his hands down to my waist, his fingers exploring every curve of my body, and then he leans in and brings his lips to mine.

  Opening my mouth, I surrender to his tender kiss, pushing my tongue past his lips. At the same time, Tristan comes up to me and, leaning against the fridge, he brings his mouth down to my neck and kisses my skin softly.

  I bring my hands up and tangle them on their hair, dishevelling it as I feel desire welling up inside of me, my pussy growing wet with each passing second. Really, it’s all it takes - one kiss and I’m ready to go. Ever since I’ve fallen into their spell that it’s been like this; in fact, forget about kisses and seduction - all it takes is being close to them for my pussy to be ready to go.

  Yanking on Madden’s hair, I start kissing him with renewed intensity, my tongue wrestling against his as I hold his head in place. With my heart thumping like a war drum, I then let go of his hair and run my hand down his body, taking it straight to his crotch. Curling my fingers around the thick shape tenting his pants, I give it one hard squeeze and then pull back from his kiss.

  “Let’s get this party started, shall we?” I purr, looking from Madden to Tristan as a wicked grin takes over my lips. Taking both my hands to Madden’s chest, I push him back and then walk past them, walking toward the granite countertop. Turning around so that I’m facing them, I jump and sit up on the counter, and then I raise my hand and make a ‘come and get
me’ motion with my index finger. As if they’re hypnotized, they walk after me and lean against the counter, Tristan on my left side and Madden on the right.

  I throw my head back, smiling, and they bring their mouths to my neck, gently kissing it as their fingers move up my arms. Grabbing at the straps of my dress, they push it down my arms, and I feel the fabric drooping over my chest to reveal a glimpse of my lace bra.

  They keep on pushing at the dress, bringing it down to my waist, and then I lift my ass from the counter so that they can bring it all the way down my legs. When I sit back down on the counter, I’m only wearing my La Pearla lingerie and high heels, my thong so drenched that it’s already sticking to my skin.

  “Could you be any more fucking beautiful?” Madden asks me, that delicious grin lighting up his face. He tucks one lock of hair over my ear, and then rests his index finger on my belly, slowly sliding it up to my cleavage. There, he traces the contour of my bra with his fingertip, taking it all the way around my body and only stopping when he finds the clasp between my shoulderblades. With a flick of his fingers, he unclasps my bra and I feel the cups drooping over my breasts.

  “Nah, she’s already perfect,” Tristan replies to Madden, his fingers tracing the contour of the cups covering my breasts. As he does it, the cups droop even more and my left nipple pops out; mimicking Tristan, Madden does the same on my right breast and frees my nipple.

  “You keep saying things like that, I might have to reward you,” I laugh, my heart tightening up as they brush their fingertips over my hard nipples. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel their touch on my rosy tips, and my mouth dries up with anticipation.

  “Being here with you is the only reward we want,” Tristan whispers and then, softly digging his fingers into my breast and squeezing it, he parts his lips and takes them to my nipple. I bite down on my lower lip as I watch him close the distance between his mouth and my breast, and I close my eyes right before he makes contact.

  Wrapping his lips around my left nipple, he takes into his mouth and runs his tongue around it, his movements slow but precise. “Oh, God,” I moan as I feel Madden’s lips around my right nipple, both men licking and sucking at my sensitive tips.

  As they do it, Madden places one hand on my knee and brings it up my leg a few inches. He holds it there for a few seconds and then, sliding his hand fast, he brings his fingers all the way up to my inner thigh. He doesn’t go for my pussy right away - instead, he strokes the tender skin on my inner thighs with his fingertips, teasing me and making me even more wet.

  “Let’s get this out of the way,” Tristan whispers as he pulls back from my nipple; hooking his fingers on the left cup of my bra, he yanks it off me and then lets it fall to the floor at his feet. Looking at me as if I were the last woman on Earth, he caresses my breast softly, and I can’t help but notice his cock becoming even harder as he plays with my nipple.

  And you know I can’t resist a cock as hard as his.

  My hand darts to his crotch and I flatten it against his bulging shape, rubbing it over the tented up fabric of his pants. I do the same with Madden, taking both their cocks in my hand, and I hold my breath as Madden finally starts brushing his fingers against my groin, tracing the contour of my thong.

  “Oh, come on, don’t torture me,” I protest against his teasing and, before I can restrain myself, I let go of his cock and curl my fingers around his wrist. Pulling his hand against me, I force him to cup my pussy and only then do I peel my fingers off his wrist. Throwing my head back, I let a heavy sigh roll out from between my lips and I can’t help but sway my hips, rocking my pussy against the palm of his hand.

  “You’re in a hurry, aren’t you?” Tristan laughs but, at the same time, he allows his hand to slide down from my breast. He takes it to my outer thigh and, hooking his thumb on the string of fabric that laces my waist, he pulls on it so hard that he rips my thong apart. Yanking on my torn underwear, he pulls it off my body and I moan as I feel the fabric sliding over my skin.

  Now completely naked, I can’t help but surrender to the base instinct commanding my brain right now. Curling my fingers around Tristan’s wrist again, I force him press his hand harder against my pussy; taking the hint, he rests his thumb over my clit while, at the same time, he slowly slides his index finger inside my pussy. He curls it upward, bringing it straight up to my G-spot, and holds it there. Pressing hard against that sensitive pleasure center, he then slides one more finger inside me and my insides feel as if they’re on fire.

  “That’s… so… fucking… good…” I manage to say between breaths, my mind slowly spinning out of control. Taking one hand to Tristan’s chest, I grab the collar of his shirt and pull on it as hard as I can, a desperate urge to see his naked chest taking over me. I hear the sound of ripping fabric and the buttons pop out one after the other in fast sequence, jumping down to the tiled floor of our kitchen. Running my fingers over the grooves between his abs, I grit my teeth as Madden starts flicking his wrist, his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy with the steady perfection of a well-oiled piston.

  “I know it’s good,” Madden whispers into my ear, his words loaded with seductive lust, “and it’s about to get better.” With that, he starts rubbing his thumb against my clit, stroking at a matching rhythm to the fingers he has sliding in and out of me.

  “Oh, God,” I moan through my gritted teeth, the hand I had over Tristan’s abs now going down to meet his belt. Using my trembling fingers, I somehow manage to unbuckle it and then start tugging at the belt, pulling it out from its loop with erratic movements. The moment I pull the belt off, I throw it to the floor and then unbutton his pants, pushing his zipper down with a kind of desperate hurry.

  “I’m not going anywhere, you know?” Tristan laughs, allowing his pants to fall down to his knees, his cock throbbing against my fingers as I curl them around his shaft over his boxers.

  “I know… But I want your cocks right now,” I say, the tone of my voice making my words sound more like a growl than anything else. Jesus, I never thought that christening a kitchen could be this fun.

  “Right now?” Madden teases me, pressing so hard against my G-spot that I see all black for a few seconds. Oh, he really knows how to handle me.

  “Well, I can wait a bit,” I say, feeling out of breath as he resumes his fingering, doing it so fast and viciously that it feels like blue hot flames are spreading from my pussy and engulfing my whole body.

  I don’t know how I do it, but somehow I manage to put my hand to work and, as Madden fingers me, I stroke Tristan over his boxer briefs with erratic movements. It doesn’t take long for that familiar pressure to start building up inside me, and my movements become more erratic than ever. Finally, no longer able to coordinate my body, I just let go of him and throw myself back over the counter, remaining propped up on my elbows.

  Closing my eyes and gritting my teeth, I let that pressure grow until it becomes almost unbearable. My pussy lips tighten up around Madden’s fingers and, next thing I know, I’m screaming like a banshee. Every single muscle in my body seems to be twitching, and a high voltage current is electrifying my pussy. Even my hands have turned into fists, my fingernails digging deep into my skin.

  And this is just the appetizer.

  “Okay… Okay…” I breath out as that orgasm fades away, sitting up on the table again as Madden takes his fingers off my pussy. I wipe my forehead with the back of my hand, realizing that I’m drenched in sweat, and I look from Madden to Tristan with a devilish look on my face.

  “Let’s have some fun,” I purr, pushing myself off the counter. Moving fast, my wicked instinct dictating the movements of my body, I turn toward Tristan and push his town shirt down his shoulders; then I pull his pants down and he just does the rest, taking off his shoes and kicking his pants to the corner.

  “Your turn now,” I whisper, turning to Madden and taking both my hands to the collar of his shirt. Without bothering to unbutton it, I just pull at the fabric as hard
as I can, tearing it apart and pushing it down his shoulders and arms. Locking my eyes on his, I then slide my hands down his naked chest and curl my fingers around his belt; unbuckling it, I then pull his zipper down and send his pants down to his ankles.

  “Now we’re talking,” Madden grins as he kicks off his shoes and takes off his pants.

  “Yes, we are,” I reply, looking at their almost naked bodies, their boxer briefs the only barrier between me and their glorious cock. “Take it off,” I command them, sitting up on the countertop again and smiling. I never blink as they take their fingers to their waist and start pulling down their boxers, doing it so slowly that I almost jump toward them to do it myself.

  When they finally send their boxers down their legs, their cocks springing free fast, I spread my legs wide and invite them in.

  Madden is the first to take me up on that invitation; he closes the distance between our naked bodies fast, standing up between my spread legs and grabbing his cock with one hand.

  “Ready for it?” He teases me, angling his cock down and brushing its tip up the length of my wet pussy lips.

  “I was born ready,” I reply, throwing my arms over his shoulders and burying my fingernails on the muscles of his back. I pull him into me, doing it with as much as strength as I have, and he just thrusts. His cock pushes my inner lips aside and, straining against my inner walls, his whole twelve inches fly deep inside of me.

  I moan against his ear as I feel his thickness pulsing inside my pussy, and I nibble at his earlobe, pulling it between my teeth. Tristan comes up my side and I act fast, taking one hand out of Madden’s back and using it to grab his cock. Gritting my teeth, I somehow manage to regain a bit of focus and I start stroking Tristan, moving my hand up and down the length of his shaft as Madden thrusts.