24 Inches: A MFM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

  “I’m working on it, I’ve already told you that fucking much, haven’t I?” I tell him with a shrug, trying to act as if everything’s under control. Of course, as you know, there’s nothing under fucking control. Right now, my life is like a fucking train wreck. On one hand, I can’t stop thinking about Lana, and on the other… Well, on the other hand this fucking bastard wants me to manipulate her. “What else do you need from me?”

  “I need to see some fucking results, Logan. That’s what I need from you!” he replies, raising his voice. His words echo through the empty stairwell, and I just sigh again. “I need that manuscript,” he continues, now lowering his voice until it becomes almost a whisper. He takes one step toward me, trying to act all threatening and shit, but he’s much shorter than I am. If I wanted to head butt him, I’d have to bend down.

  “I heard you the first time, you know?” I reply, sighing and running my fingers through my hair.

  “You have three weeks, Logan. Not a second more.”

  “Three weeks? That’s --”

  “That’s when the Romance Guild conference takes place,” he cuts me short, not allowing me any time to feed him any bullshit excuse. “And I’ll need to have Lana working with Bad Boy Publishing by then.”

  “What the fuck is up with that manuscript, Grady? Why’s everyone going crazy about it?”

  “Do I look like I know? In case you have forgotten, you still haven’t given me the manuscript. But there’s some buzz in the industry… And, besides, I want to make that bitch Abby pay for what she’s done to me and to Bad Boy Publishing.”

  “Jesus fuck, man, that much hate is bad for your health, you know?” I tell him but, in truth, I couldn’t give any less of a fuck about his health.

  “Hate? This is business. Welcome to the real world, Logan.”

  I open my mouth to reply (or, well, to tell him to fuck off) but what’s the point? I just shrug and turn around, making my way up the stairwell and leaving him behind in the shadows.

  Three weeks! That’s fucking insane. I have no idea how I’m going to make Lana sign with Bad Boy Publishing in just three weeks. Even if I really wanted to do it, I’d have no idea where to start. Despite not knowing her way around the industry, Lana isn’t the kind of woman that can be played that easily; she’s fiercely loyal to Abby Cleveland, and that’s just for starters. Besides, she’s really passionate about her manuscript, and I doubt she’d sell her rights to a soulless publishing house like Grady’s.

  “There you are!” I suddenly hear her voice, moments after I just stepped into the main floor of the convention hall. She’s making her way through of crowd of Abby fans, some of them wearing Twelve Inches shirts, and she’s dragging Anders after her. “Come with me,” she tells me without waiting for my reply, using her free hand to grab me.

  I let her lead the way, and I exchange a glance with Anders as we start walking up a set of stairs at the end of the convention hall. They lead to the private quarters of the higher-ups, people like Abby Cleveland and other CEOs.

  “Where are we going?” I ask Lana, but she doesn’t stop. Instead, she waves her staff badge at one of the security guys controlling this private floor, and then hurries down a large corridor. Stopping in front of two double doors, she snags a key out of her purse and places it inside the lock.

  One second later and the three of us are stepping inside a large but cozy lounge. There are three couches in the middle of the room, facing a large flat screen TV, and there’s a large glass table on the corner, a bowl of fruit, and a bottle of red wine on top of it. On the far end of the room, there’s no wall; instead, a huge floor-to-ceiling glass panel offers us a perfect view of the convention hall below us.

  “Where --” Anders starts to ask her, but she replies before he has the chance to finish his sentence.

  “This is Abby’s private lounge,” she says, her voice sounding devilish and each word that leaves her lips brimming with lust. Oh, I see where this is going.

  Turning her back to us, she slides the key inside the lock once more and locks us inside, the sound of the lock turning making my heart feel like a fucking hand grenade.

  “She comes here whenever she has a break … and now it’s my turn to take a break,” she whispers, walking past both Anders and I, and pulling the heavy blinds on the floor-to-ceiling glass panel. Now sheltered from prying eyes, she finally turns on her heels and looks at us.

  “I just couldn’t wait,” she starts, slowly whispering each of her words.

  “You couldn’t wait for what?” Anders asks her, but her answer is an obvious one. Closing the distance between us, she takes her hands to our crotches and grabs our cocks mercilessly.

  “I couldn’t wait for this. I need your cum. Right now.”

  Oh, that’s the best fucking thing I’ve heard all day.

  21

  Lana

  They come for me at the same time, their eager fingers wandering over my body. Closing my eyes, I allow their fingertips to wander over every square inch of my body, their hands taking in the shape of my curves.

  I have a hard time believing that this is happening, but there’s no way around it; I feel their hands on me, their lips brushing over the smooth skin of my neck … and, more than that, I’ve already felt their hard cocks on my mouth.

  This is really happening. This isn’t a dream.

  I still have a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that these two men don’t mind sharing me, you know? It happened once, and now it’s going to happen again. I’m the luckiest woman on Earth, there’s not a shred of doubt in my mind. In fact, I wouldn’t be this happy if I had won the lottery. Because this is so much better...

  Trust me.

  Leaning into me, Anders presses his lips hard against my neck and starts nibbling at my skin, pulling it between his teeth; at the same time, Logan’s hands trail down the side of my body and he grabs my ass hard, his fingers digging into my flesh.

  Grinning, I part my lips and allow Logan to enter my mouth, our tongues dancing together as Anders’ lips enjoy every inch of naked skin on my neck. Closing my eyes, I drop one hand and flatten it over the front of Anders’ pants, feeling his hard cock over his pants. I do the same with Logan, my heart tightening up inside my chest as I realize that, soon enough, these two cocks are going to be deep inside of me.

  All I have to do now is unbuckle their belts and pull their huge cocks out, stroking them until they become even harder and ready to completely demolish whatever sanity still lives inside my head…

  “You need your cum … and you’ll have it,” Logan says, pulling back from my kiss and offering me a devilish grin. “Every last drop of it.”

  “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” I shoot back, squeezing their cocks hard under my curled fingers. Returning my grin, Logan lets go of my ass and takes his hands to my tits, flattening the palm of his hands against my round breasts before squeezing them in such a way that I can’t help but moan hard.

  At the same time, Anders rests his hands on my shoulders and hooks his thumbs on the straps of my dress. Wasting no time, he pulls them down my arms, making the front of my dress droop over my tits to reveal the outer edge of my bra.

  “I want to see what’s under this,” Logan whispers teasingly, curling his fingers around the edge of the right cup of my bra and pulling it down, my hard nipple revealing itself to both men. “Looks delicious,” he continues, and then leans down, parting his lips and wrapping them around my rosy tip, sucking it into his mouth and running soft circles around it with his tongue.

  While Logan takes care of my nipple, I feel Anders’ fingertips moving over my shoulder blades. Then he’s on my clasp and, with a quick flick of his fingers, he releases it. The moment the bra is unclasped, both men pull back from me; each one of them grab a cup, and I lift my arms as they simply yank the whole thing off of me, the cool air of the room caressing my now naked nipples.

  “Like what you see, boys?” I tease them, taking my own hand
s to my breasts and giving them a squeeze. Their eyes seem to light up as I do it, and so I squeeze harder, enjoying my own touch.

  “You’ll be the end of us, Lana…” Anders whispers, lowering himself and placing one of his knees on the floor. The moment his knee touches the ground, he reaches for me with both hands and grabs the fabric of my dress; tugging on it, he pushes it until it’s all bunched up around my waist and then gives it another hard tug, sending it down my legs. The moment the fabric pools around my ankles, I simply step out of my dress and smile at them, now wearing only my petite thong.

  “Don’t talk about the end, Anders,” I reply. “We’re just getting started.”

  With that, I close the distance between him and I, and press my naked tits against his chest. I feel my burning nipples brushing against his shirt, and I rest my fingers over his leather belt; unbuckling it, I then pull the zipper down and turn my hand around so that I can curl my fingers around his hard cock.

  Using my other hand, I reach for Logan’s crotch and, somehow, manage to unbuckle his belt using only one hand. I pull his zipper down as well and grab his cock, closing my eyes as I feel both their members throbbing against my fingers.

  Suddenly, I let go of their cocks and take one step back.

  “Undress. Now,” I tell them, sounding more confident than ever. Between you and I, the tone of my voice even surprises me. I enjoy when they dominate me completely, but I guess that being the boss can be fun as well.

  “Bossy,” Logan laughs, his eyes roaming up and down my almost naked body. “I like it.” Then, never taking his eyes off me, he starts unbuttoning his shirt, taking his time with every button. Anders follows his lead and starts undressing as well, starting by un-tucking his shirt.

  They pull their open shirts down their arms at almost the same time, and my heart tightens up into a fist as I see their washboard abs coming into sight. God, they’re just so … lick-able.

  Going down on one knee, they untie their shoes and then take them off before stepping out of their pants. Standing only in their boxers, they hook their fingers under the hemline but then Logan stops.

  “No … you can take these off yourself,” he tells me, and my body reacts before my mind does. Before I know it, I’m already on my knees in front of them, my hands reaching for their boxer briefs. Grabbing them, I yank them down as hard as I can, making their cocks jump up to salute me.

  “Hello there,” I purr, running my index fingers up the length of their shafts. Then, doing it as slow and teasingly as I can, I curl my fingers around their thickness. I start stroking them slowly, looking from one to the other; every time my heart beats I start picking up the pace, and it doesn’t take long for the movement of my hands to become a blur. I’m not sure if you can even say that I’m stroking them; more than that, I’m inflicting wicked punishment upon their cocks.

  And, oh, they’re loving every second of it.

  I can tell by the way their lips curl, by the way their eyelids flutter almost imperceptibly … and of course, by the way their tree trunk cocks throb against the palm of my hand.

  “Want more?” I ask them, allowing my tongue to slip out from between my lips. I lean forward, reaching for the tip of Anders’ cock with the tip of my wet tongue, but I stop millimeters away from it. I do the same with Logan, teasing them both endlessly until they simply can’t take one more second of this kind of punishment.

  Logan is the first to snap.

  With a growl on the back of his throat, he grabs his cock with one hand and grabs my hair with the other; then, holding my head still, he simply shoves his cock into my mouth. I have no other option but to open it as wide as I can, allowing his meaty thickness to slide over my tongue and ram the back of my throat.

  The moment I feel him inside my mouth, I tighten up my lips around his shaft, and that’s when he starts to rock his hips. Moving them back and forth, he fucks my tight little mouth as if he was put on Earth to do it.

  Not wanting to leave Anders behind, I keep on stroking it, doing it at the same pace with which Logan is fucking my mouth. We remain like that for a few minutes, the wet sound of Logan’s cock sliding between my lips echoing through the room.

  Then I simply fight back against his hold and throw my head back, taking a mouthful of air. My breathing is ragged and shallow, but I don’t want to lose momentum; as such, I just throw my open mouth straight into Anders’ cock, allowing it to slide deep into my mouth and against the back of my throat.

  I give him exactly the same treatment I gave Logan, but this time I’m the one in command. Instead of having Anders rocking his hips, I’m the one bobbing my head back and forth, completely devouring his cock.

  Then I feel him throb against my tongue, and that’s when I stop moving. I just throw my head back and allow his cock to pop out of my mouth in a hurry. I don’t want this to be all over just yet, after all.

  “Let’s make this even more fun,” I tell them both and, as I say it, I position myself on all fours in front of them. I wiggle my ass from side to side, and Anders immediately gets the meaning behind my words. He walks around my body and knees behind me.

  “Anders is busy back there, so I guess I’ll just remain here,” Logan laughs, grabbing his cock and rubbing it over my lips from side to side.

  I expect Anders to flick my thong to the side and press his cock against my wet pussy, but that’s not his opening move; instead, he hooks his fingers on my thong and simply rips it off me, completely ruining it in the process. It’s an expensive thong, a La Pearla one, but what the hell—I’d ruin every single piece of underwear I own if that meant I could be used and abused like this.

  “Fucking beautiful, every piece of you,” Anders whispers, and then places his hands on my ass and starts squeezing my cheeks as he spreads them wide, caressing my ass crack with his thumbs. His fingers move up and down, up and down, and then he just dives headfirst.

  The moment I feel Anders' mouth against my pussy, the only reaction I have is to open my own mouth and allow all of Logan’s length inside of me. Without wasting a single breath, Logan starts pistoning his cock into my mouth while, on the other end of my body, Anders starts devouring my pussy with his mouth.

  I close my eyes as I feel his tip jabbing at my insides, and then he turns his head slightly sideways and sucks both my folds into his mouth. Kissing, licking, and sucking—that’s how he ravages me, and I can’t help but moan, the sound traveling from the back of my throat and vibrating through Logan’s cock. I’d moan louder but, you know, it’s not like I can do it with a twelve-inch cock rammed down my throat.

  Not that I’m complaining.

  “You can’t believe how fucking fine the sight is from here,” I hear Logan say, and that’s when Anders presses his index finger against my asshole. Softly pressing against it, he starts rubbing it until he finally presses harder, sliding it all the way into my ass.

  Right now, they’re working on my mouth, ass, and pussy … and all at the same time. Swear to God, I don’t have anything inside my pussy and I’m already burning up with pleasure. My body is tensing up like a nocked arrow, and I’m arching my back, my spine bending so much that it feels like it’s about to snap.

  Instead, what snaps is my mind.

  It feels like a detonation has just happened inside my skull, one hard enough to turn my brain into mush. The orgasm roars inside me like a wild lion, and my muscles go from tense to twitching, every square inch of my naked body burning up.

  I’m still shaking when Anders replaces his mouth with the tip of his cock. I perk up almost immediately, my brain snapping to attention, and Anders doesn’t hesitate: he slides his cock into me, his twelve inches straining against my inner walls on the way in. His cock hits deep … and hard.

  Moving in unison with Anders, Logan grabs me by the hair and holds my head in place; then he starts thrusting wildly, fucking my mouth with a renewed eagerness. Matching up to Logan’s pace, Anders grabs me by the hips and starts pounding into me with all
of his ferocity, his thighs slapping my ass over and over again, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing through the whole room.

  I have no idea if Abby ever used this room to fuck, but the acoustics in here are really begging for it. I mean, every single moan that leaves my lips seems to bounce off the walls and come back to me with a newfound strength, and you can imagine how Anders’ constant thrusts must sound right now. It’s like a symphony, one built on sin and pleasure.

  “I could fuck your pussy for hours,” Anders groans behind me, and Logan picks up as well.

  “And I wouldn’t mind having my cock inside your mouth for hours as well,” he says, the wet sound of his cock sliding over my lips making my mind spin and waltz. Right now, I’m in Heaven. The kind of Heaven where you can find twelve-inch cocks everywhere, I mean, each one of them hard and ready to give you the experience of a lifetime. It’s a dream come true, really.

  And I’m not saying all of this just because Anders and Logan are hung as hell (even though they are), or because I’m fucking both of them at the same time (even though I am). I’m completely over the moon because these men know how to handle a woman. They know how to wield their cocks and bodies to leave a woman weak in the knees.

  Oh, God, and to think that I used to believe I knew about sex. When it comes to sex, I guess you could call me a virgin before I met these two. I mean, I was experienced and whatnot, and I never imposed limitations based on taboos or whatever… but sex with them is something else entirely.

  It’s perfection.

  “Oh, God, this is … so fucking good,” I breathe out as Logan suddenly takes his cock out of my mouth, my saliva making his shaft glisten.

  “Yeah?” Logan grins. “We’re just getting started, babe.”

  With that, he walks around my body and kneels next to Anders. A second later, I feel his arm brushing over my stomach, and then he has two fingers on my clit. Rubbing it with the kind of experience only men like them have, he makes me feel as if I’m about to explode into a million pieces.