Double Rolled: An MMF Bisexual Romance
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“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moan in desperation, thrusting my hips forward as I feel my orgasm coming. A jolt of electricity runs over my body as Tristan’s teeth graze over my clit before he abuses it again with his tongue.
“I’m going to come,” I whimper into Caleb’s mouth as he licks my bottom lip. He hums, as he kisses me deeper, shoving his tongue down into my throat as Tristan increases his pace, his mouth working wonders as he continues to eat me out.
“Hah—holy fuck.”
An intense heat settles into the pit of my stomach before a wave of jolt sends shivers throughout my whole body as I orgasm, my hips bucking forward into Tristan’s face. I moan as the high of my orgasm washes over me, my hands weakly pulling at Tristan’s hair as I lazily thrust my hips.
I groan at the stinging pain as Tristan bites into the tender flesh of my inner thigh, no doubt that it will leave a blooming violet mark tomorrow morning. I break away from Caleb’s kiss, only to see Tristan sitting up, watching us with his lustful stare, the bottom half of his face still sticky with my own cum. I tug at his necktie, pulling him closer to me, giving him an open-mouthed kiss, and tasting my own in his mouth as my tongue slithers in.
“You’re so good to me,” I say to him after a breathless kiss, my hands cupping the sides of his face.
He grins at me before stealing another kiss. Soon, I find myself trapped between two men, and both are trailing kisses on my body.
I smile to myself, realizing how much lucky I am to have both Caleb and Tristan in my life.
Tristan
My eyes run over Max’s body as she fixes the mess we made out of her. Her breasts lift up as she ties her hair into a ponytail as strands of her hair stick to her bare back wet with cold sweat. My hands find their spot on the curves of her waist, pulling her closer to me as I take my own time in brushing kisses to her neck, to her shoulders, then down to her chest.
Her soft giggles turn into a moan as I nip the skin at the crook of her neck. Her body shivers against mine as I run my wet tongue over the spot, her hands finding its way to my broad shoulders as she balances herself, as another moan escapes from her lips.
“Come on you guys,” I hear Caleb says, my gaze immediately shifting from Max to him, only to see him biting his lips as he watches us, the undeniable lust consuming him is evident from the way his dark grey eyes run over the irresistible pair that Max and I make. “We’ve been in front of the house for almost fifteen minutes already.”
“Sorry,” Max says, burying her face in the crook of my neck, her ragged breath fanning to my skin.
I watch as Caleb scoots closer to us, his hand finding mine, as he starts to shower soft kisses on Max’s bareback. “There’s nothing to be sorry about, baby,” he whispers as he trails kisses on Max’s skin. “Besides, I had fun watching the two of you.”
At this, I smile at him as I squeeze his hand. He looks up and wordlessly smiles back at me, his lips leaving Max’s skin before finding my mouth, giving me a chaste, gentle kiss that sets my pulse racing. It was the kind of kiss enough to let me know much he loves me.
“Let’s go,” Caleb says before letting my hand go but not without squeezing it again. He opens the door on his side as I lean back, giving me a perfect view of his round, tight ass. I smile as I kiss the top of Max’s head, before murmuring to her that it is time to leave the car.
Max gives me a full-mouthed kiss before she gets herself off my thigh, my pants still damp from her cum. Caleb is waiting for her outside, and as soon as she gets off, she gives him the same kiss she had just given to me earlier. I leave the car last. Caleb shuts the door behind me before his arm finds its way to my waist. He leans in and gives me another peck, making sure to brush his bulge against my thighs.
“We shouldn’t keep Max waiting,” I whisper against his lips. He nods. We smile at each other yet again.
Max is already waiting at the entrance of the house by the time we arrive, watching as the pair of us walk towards her. She smiles, her face bright and radiant. I stay at the back as Caleb goes straight towards her, tugging her closer to his body before kissing her, breathless and slow.
I watch as Max’s hands roam around Caleb’s back, making its way upwards to his hair. Caleb lifts her up, and Max automatically wraps her legs around his waist. I follow as Caleb carries her inside the house, their lips not leaving each other. Caleb leads the way towards his mini, soundproofed, studio, the perfect place for what is about to come.
I steady Max, placing my hands on her back and waist, as Caleb puts her down and unlocks the studio. With Max’s back facing him, I slowly grind against her ass, pushing my already growing bulge against her. She bucks her ass towards mine, meeting my grind halfway. She moans as Caleb takes her mouth against his, their tongues meeting halfway into a messy, open-mouthed kiss.
I moan as Caleb grabs my ass firmly, pushing me harder against Max, the friction making my cock even harder. Caleb directs the three of us to the small couch in his studio, our clothes flying everywhere as we strip them off our bodies. Max whimpers, throwing her head back as Caleb’s erected cock brushes slightly over the entrance of her already wet pussy.
Max moans as I insert a finger into her, sliding it in easily. “You are so fucking wet,” I whisper as I thrust in a second finger and curling it, sending a roll of pleasure up Max’s spine.
She moans as Caleb holds her still, his hands gripping her tiny waist firmly. Caleb removes my hand from Max’s pussy, her eyes flying wide open, whimpering at the sudden emptiness. She screams as Caleb slams her against his throbbing member, placing her hands on me and Caleb’s shoulders for support as she moves her hips against Caleb’s.
Caleb tucks his thumb under my chin, tilting my head towards him before catching my lips with his. My eyes flutter closed as he uses his other hand to take hold of my own throbbing cock, pressing his thumb hard against the tip of it.
I sigh against his lips as he drags his fingernail across the skin of my cock, smearing the precum to the whole length of it. I accidentally bite his bottom lip when he wraps his hand around my cock, and I moan as he starts pumping me off deliberately and painstakingly slow.
The sound of moans, groans, and the slapping of flesh against each other’s bodies fills in the room. Max’s fingers dig into my skin as I feel her body slowly tensing, her grip getting tighter and tighter as seconds pass. Her hold goes limp as shivers run through her body, her hips bucking once more before finally coming, a soft sigh escapes her lips as she collapses against Caleb’s body.
A moan escapes my lips as Caleb flicks his wrist just the right way, my cock throbbing harder than before that I feel like it is going to burst at any moment. The heat at the pool of my stomach grows stronger and stronger as Caleb deft hand works its magic.
A shudder runs through me as another hand joins, Max’s, her own lazy strokes pushing me over the edge from too much stimulation. I groan as my vision blurs and my body tenses, bucking my hips forward as a shock of pleasure run through my spine through my orgasm.
Both Max and Caleb are watching me as they milk my orgasm, my body shivering from oversensitivity. I smile back, leaning towards them, as my arms both find it places around their waists.
Caleb
I smile at Tristan as I pull Max closer to me, her head buried in the crook of my neck, rubbing her face against it to nuzzle. Tristan leans to my side, my arm snaking its way to his waist as I pull him too against me. He rests his head on my shoulder while his hand finds my waist, his fingers rubbing soothing circles as he massages the skin underneath. My heart swells with happiness as I take in the two persons I love the most in this world, both right in my arms.
“I still couldn’t believe that you told your parents about us,” I whisper, and although it is just a whisper, it sounds as if I yelled the words out loud.
Tristan hums into my skin as he playfully nips the soft flesh. “I’m sorry it took me a while to say it to them,” he says, showering my bare skin with soft kisses.
“You don’t have to say sorry,” I reply, our foreheads touching. “I understand why you didn’t tell them, especially your father, in the first place.”
At that, he leans backward, pressing his palms against the sides of my face, cupping it, before leaning in to kiss me again, our tongues caressing each other’s, gentle and then hard, both of us fighting for dominance.
“I love you,” he whispers after leaning away, biting my bottom lip in the process. “I love both of you.”
As if on cue, Max shifts a little, and my cock instantly hardens, as I feel it throbbing inside of her. We both turn our attention to Max, who is watching us with her half-lidded eyes. She sighs as she lazily rotates her hips, riding me slowly, placing both of her hands on my shoulders. My hands immediately fly on her waist, steadying her pace as I take control over her own body.
“Tristan,” Max says, her eyes not leaving mine. “Caleb has taken care both of us tonight that he didn’t even bother coming for himself,” she continues, dragging a finger from my chest down to my stomach, leaving a red line that disappears as fast as it appears. “He’s been so good to us,” she purrs as Tristan leans in closer to her, wetting his lips, his eyes glinting dangerously.
“Yes,” Tristan replies, his hands roaming over Max’s body, before settling on her breasts, pulling and pinching her erected nipples. Max throws her head back due to the stimulation, the back of her head hitting Tristan’s shoulder.
I groan as Max gets off me, my hard cock sliding out quite easily. My stomach clenches at the deprivation of release, my hand immediately moving towards my cock slick of cum.
“Don’t even think about it,” Tristan warns his voice quiet and sharp. I let my hand fall to my side, leaning back against the couch, as my eyes fall over the sight in front of me.
I could still feel the hot pussy of Max near mine as Tristan grabs her by the hair, tugging at it harshly. “Open,” Tristan commands, dipping two digits into her pussy, thrusting in twice before sliding it off, only to put it into Max’s mouth. Max moans as she sucks her own cum coating Tristan’s fingers, taking his fingers knuckle deep.
Max starts grinding slowly on my thigh, rubbing her already wet pussy against my thigh muscles, my hands immediately finding its place back on the sides of her waist. A soft gasp escapes her lips as I pull her down with force on my thigh, her clit hitting the ridges of my thigh muscles.
She moans as she grinds her hips down, still sucking on Tristan’s fingers. I turn my attention from her to Tristan, only to find the other man already watching me with heat radiating from his eyes.
“Go on,” he says, smiling and nodding at me as if he can read my mind. “I know how much you want your own release.”
Finally getting the permission that I need, I immediately pull Max closer to me, dragging her in closer by the waist. I slowly lift her up, before slamming her down on my throbbing, erected cock. I lean towards her, pressing a kiss against her neck.
She moans as I bite and suck the skin beneath my teeth, while she grinds her hips against me in a slow, circular manner. My eyes flutter closed at the stimulation and the need for release, as Max starts to increase her pace, meeting her thrust in the middle. I open my eyes only to see Tristan hovering around us, slipping in behind me, his own erection pressing against the small of my back.
“Fuck,” I whimper as Tristan’s fingers pinch and pull on my nipples, the ministrations sending a spark of shivers down to my spine. Tristan’s hands roam over my body, tracing circles at the most delicate spots, and all the while, Max is already growing weak thrusts as I near my edge.
“Hah, fuck, I am going to come,” I groan, my body trembling as Tristan’s mouth nips at the sensitive skin behind my ear.
“Go on,” he says, licking the sensitive spot. “You deserve it,” he adds before he continues to nip the skin beneath his lips.
A deep, guttural sound escapes my lips as my entire body curl and spasm, spilling my own cum inside Max, my thrusts getting sloppier and shallower as I ride the high of my own release. At the same time, Tristan bites into the exposed skin of my neck, the stinging pain is evidence that it will see tomorrow’s daylight. Max’s fingers dig into my skin as she finally comes, arching her back as a high-pitch moan leaves her lips. She continues to grind down her hips, running after her own high.
“That,” I start as a soft moan escapes my lips as Max gets off me, only to snuggle up on my side. “That was fantastic.”
“It was,” Tristan assures, giving both Max and I a soft peck on the lips.
Maxene
“Okay, what is your favorite color?” Violet asks me.
I didn’t know how to respond, I’ve never been in an interview. For a woman who holds a certain level of dominance over men, I didn’t know how to answer. I mean, I know my favorite color is red, but what if they ask me why?
Why do I like red? Why does that question make sense? I have a hard time deciphering what interviewers want from you when they ask questions that may or may not be deeply personal.
In this case, I would prefer a more nuanced approach to questioning where the interviewer would do less of it and would talk more about themselves. But this isn’t a casual conversation, is it? It is an interview, a part of being a star. I shiver at the thought.
I like the limelight when my talents are perfectly displayed on-screen, but I don’t like it when it comes to peeling me slowly as a person. This is what branding is for, to mask who I am, as I have trouble hiding myself from other people. It’s not that I’m insecure, I just feel like I’m an awful person in some parts.
“Hey! Max! Focus!” She snaps her fingers at me. Violet is wearing a run-of-the-mill black dress, her heels proudly elevating her height. Her hair is kept in a neat bun.
“I’m here, it’s just, why do I have to answer questions like what’s my favorite color?”
Add that to the stress where the makeup artist constantly pokes at my face. Lady, I love makeup, but you are making me hate it.
“Because it’s needed so the crowd could get a better feel of you. Remember, the branding you and Caleb are trying to sell?”
“I don’t know if I could pull it off. That type of archetype only works in movies, you know?”
“I do know,” Violet folds her arms, “And it does not just work in movies. Come on, let’s try again, you’re not going onstage until we can clean up your act, and you can pretend to be your asshole with a heart of gold character.”
“Fine.”
“Just imagine this, you’re the Kanye West of the Latina singers.”
“That doesn’t even make sense. Do you mean I have to be angry ninety percent of the time?”
“No, but you have to imagine a situation where you need to defend yourself. So take personal offense to their questions, and then answer them with class. Remember that interview with Anne Hathaway? When she asked a muscular guy if he wanted to fit in a catsuit? That!”
“Perfect, but how?!”
Violet sighs, “Just be your regular self. Imagine you’re talking to Miguel, or the boys, you usually sound very snarky.”
“I’m not that snarky,” I respond to her, this time folding my arms.
“Uh-huh, anyway,” she pauses, looking at the paper in her hand, “You can do this.”
I stand from my chair as soon as the makeup is finished, and then I make sure that my reflection looks killer. I can see myself, but not just the beautiful she-devil wearing a maroon cocktail dress and heels and hoop earrings, but I also see the little girl who wanted to be a singer.
If I
can’t do this for the glory of the she-devil, then I’ll do it for that cute little girl. Tristan and Caleb enters the dressing room, on cue. They try to fit in the narrow doorway by themselves and end up bonking their heads.
They both bicker amongst each other, before giving me a smile. Caleb scratches the back of his head, while Tristan sends a wink at me. The duality of these two is incredible.
“You’re almost up on the stage,” Caleb says, “They’re wrapping up Raven Symone.”
“I see. So what are you two doing here?” I ask, “Came to see me before I die?”
“No, we’re here to congratulate you.” Tristan says, “You’ve gotten this far.”
“Not without you two,”
“That may be so,” Tristan says, tilting his head to the side, “So this time, if I could ask for a rewa—”
“Not that far, honey. You might get what you’re asking for, at a time you didn’t expect.”
“What Tristan is trying to say is, you’ve come a long way. Don’t be shy. Give them hell.” Caleb holds my hand and kisses it.
A sound guy wearing a pair of headphones and a black shirt opens the door, “We’re live in five. The stage, in thirty seconds.”
I walk out as quick as possible, but not before letting Caleb and Tristan kiss my cheek. I walk past the loitering crew, who are busied with their day to day expedition. The sound guy who beckoned me outside the dressing room is waiting nearby the curtains.
I didn’t know what to make of such a huge crowd, now that I look at them and contemplate what I’ve gotten myself into. I close my eyes and open them, trying to solidify in my head that this is going to be my life from now on.
The Garnet insignia on the stage feels unwelcoming, the red and black couch feels like a torture device, and the screen behind the stage feels overwhelmingly loud.