Double Rolled: An MMF Bisexual Romance

by Aly White

  “You feel so fucking good,” I say through my gritted teeth as Max grinds her hips down excruciatingly slow. She stares down at me through her half-lidded, lust-filled, eyes and smiles as she rolls her hips once again, earning a groan from me.

  From the corner of my eye, I could see Tristan jacking himself off, the pace of his strokes is similar to that of Max’s.

  Max takes her time. She doesn’t go fast. Moan after moan leaves her swollen lips as she rolls her hips, and each time, my cock goes in deeper within her. My hands are clutched on the handful of sands as she quickens her pace as my cock throbs inside of her, and I feel a hot, searing pain settling on the pit of my stomach.

  “Fuck,” I drawl, my hands flying to her waist, gripping her firm. “I’m going to come.”

  Chasing my own orgasm, I slam her down, thrusting my cock inside of her even deeper, and a high-pitched moan leaves her lips. Max lets out a moan at every thrust I make, and I’m glad that the beach is free of any tourists, except for us.

  “Oh, fuck,” Max’s fingers dig deeper into my skin that no doubt would leave marks tomorrow morning. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she leans forward, her body tensing for one second long and then quivers as she finally comes, her hot cum covering my cock.

  “Shit,” With one hard thrust, I come inside of her, my thrusts getting weaker and lazier as I ride out the high. She groans on top of me, perhaps from oversensitivity as I roll my hips slowly against hers.

  I watch breathlessly as Tristan takes her into his mouth, their lips crashing against each other as she removes herself away from me. Tristan settles her on her back, his lips never leaving hers. She moans into his mouth as he inserts two fingers inside of her, pumping them in and out.

  Another wave of lust washes over me as I watch them fuck. A shuddering sigh leaves Max’s soft, swollen lips as Tristan thrusts is hard dick inside her, her hips raised, as Tristan goes in deeper at every thrust.

  Max writhes in pleasure as she comes again, and her moans are the only sound that I can hear. She turns to my side, her eyes glassy, and she smiles as she watches me pump my own cock.

  “I want you to come inside me,” she states, her voice hoarse from all the screaming. She has that look in her eyes that you just couldn’t say no. I would say that it’s her dominatrix look, a petrifying stare that would make you immediately do whatever she wants, or else.

  “Yes,” I reply as I move towards her as Tristan gets off her. He sits a few inches away, watching us as if we are the most fascinating creatures on earth.

  Max smiles as soon as I’m on top of her, the head of my cock grazing the swollen entrance of her pussy. She leans forward, catching my lips for a languid kiss, her tongue licking my bottom lip. I smile into the kiss, my heart swelling from love.

  Max maintains the pace of our languid kiss, even after I plunge deep into her. She meets my thrusts midway, raising her hips at the same time I start to thrust inside of her again.

  I roll my hips slowly against her, enjoying the feeling of her walls clenching on my cock. The slapping of our skin against each other’s and the sound of the ocean fills my ears. I roll my hips against her slowly but harder, and she moans into my mouth, nipping at my bottom lip.

  “Ah, fuck,” Max whispers harshly against mouth. “I’m going to come.”

  I chuckle as we lazily fuck. My thrusts slow but penetrates her deeper at every thrust. We have always fucked each other as if we are always running out of time. Frankly, I’m liking this deep and slow pace.

  Max quivers underneath me, moaning, as she finally found her release. I increase my pace as I chase after my own. I shut my eyes tight as I come inside her, grunting as I snap my hips harder against hers.

  “Fuck,” I groan, jerking my hips slower and shallower against her as I ride my orgasm.

  “Yeah,” Max breathes out, her voice raspy. “Fuck.”

  I chuckle as I lean in to give her a kiss, her face flushed red, and her eyes glassy from the post-orgasm haze.

  Maxene

  My heart swells with love and affection as I stare at the two panting guys in front of me. I feel tears pricking my eyes as I am once again hit by the reality of how far I’ve come, and I know that I wouldn’t be here without their help. They’ve helped me not only in the music industry but in a lot of ways too.

  Tristan moves from where he is sitting a few meters away and goes behind Caleb, peppering the music producer’s broad back with soft kisses, whispering sweet nothings to his skin. My heart, once again, swells with love and happiness, considering how welcoming they have been when I joined them in this relationship.

  Words are not enough to describe how much I love them so much. They have accepted me for who I am. They were not bothered about my secret life, which I have tried hiding because I don’t want it to affect any other aspects of my life.

  They have shown me that I should not be ashamed of what I do because this is my life, and I’m the one who is in control. If they had accepted and were not bothered when they learned about the part of my life that I have tried so hard to keep a secret, then why should I be bothered by it?

  Thank you for accepting me for who I really am.

  Caleb’s soft, but already hardening, cock is still buried inside of me when he raises his head to look up, a soft shivering sigh escapes his lips when Tristan kisses and bites at the skin where his neck meets his shoulder. He smiles at me, lovingly, and I swear that my heart hurt because I love him so much. I love them so much.

  A soft giggle leaves my mouth, and with unpractised sync, both of their heads turn toward my direction, a questioning look plastered on them.

  “I’m just happy to have both of you in my life,” I say, and behind them, I start to notice that the sun is almost completely out of sight.

  Both of them grin at me before looking at each other, and as if a message has been passed telepathically, Caleb says, “We love you too.” He leans forward, my head caged as he places his arms beside to support and prop himself, and takes my lips, moving slowly, almost lazily and without any rush, against mine, and I couldn’t help but smile against his mouth.

  “What do you want us to do?” Tristan asks, as he moves again and lies on the sand beside me.

  Caleb hums in agreement, his eyes not leaving my face.

  “I want the two of you to kiss,” I reply. “I want to watch.”

  I could feel Caleb’s breathing hitched as his eyes turn dark with lust. He kisses me once again, a quick peck, before moving and crawling towards Caleb, who is waiting for him expectantly.

  The kiss between them is nothing short of gentle and chaste. Nothing like the languid kiss that Caleb and I shared earlier. I watch, fascinated, as the two men put on a show of fighting for dominance. Their kiss breaks but their tongues swirled against each other before crashing into each other’s mouth again.

  A burning sensation settles in the pit of my stomach as the two of them removes any article of clothing left on their bodies. The first licks of arousal washes over my body as Caleb’s mouth travels from Tristan’s mouth to his jaw, his neck, his collarbone, his chest, and his stomach, stopping just above his groin but Caleb still leaves a ghost of a kiss on Tristan’s erected dick.

  I moan at the same time that Tristan groans at the lack of contact where he needs it the most, bucking his hips forward, chasing Caleb’s mouth that is no longer hovering over his groin.

  “Stop being impatient,” Caleb says, slapping the flesh of Tristan’s inner thigh. Tristan moans and writhes in pleasure at the sudden contact, so near and yet so far from his dick.

  “Are you okay there, baby?” Caleb asks his eyes on me. I feel Tristan’s heavy gaze on me too.

  “Yes,” I answer breathlessly, closing my eyes only to have a vivid image the two of them fucking. “Please continue,”

  Caleb hums in reply, and my eyes fly open as Tristan starts moaning and groaning, his hands fisting Caleb’s hair, tugging and pulling at it. Tristan lets out a silent moan as Caleb continues to lic
k his asshole, his face a slide show of various expressions of lust.

  I moan when Caleb raises his head and away from Tristan’s thighs, his hands massaging Tristan’s thighs and then his butt cheeks, his deft fingers making circular motions on the soft flesh. Without any warning, Caleb flips Tristan effortlessly, his chest now facing the sand, and the friction of the sand against his throbbing cock makes him moan.

  “Ass up,” Caleb commands, his voice stern, leaving no room for protestations.

  Beneath him, Tristan moans and mewls as he raises his ass in the air, his thighs shaking slightly because of Caleb’s tongue.

  “Good boy,” Caleb praises, slapping Tristan’s ass gently. He spreads Tristan’s cheeks apart, before attacking him again with his tongue.

  Tristan moans and mewls as Caleb penetrates his behind again with his tongue, lapping and licking and sucking. I lean back as another flare of arousal settles into me; I reach to my already wet pussy, a soft moan escapes my lips as I insert a finger.

  A shuddering breath leaves Tristan’s mouth as he struggles to keep his ass up in the air, his knees shaking from too much pleasure. “Caleb,” he pleads, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.

  Caleb, with a gentle smile on his face, leans forward and gives Tristan a kiss on the forehead, his dick grazing the slick entrance of Tristan’s behind. Caleb goes back to his original position, but instead of using his tongue, Caleb inserts a finger.

  “Ah, Caleb,” Tristan groans.

  Almost too soon, Caleb inserts another finger inside Tristan. I insert another finger inside of me, copying Caleb’s action. I close my eyes, my senses zeroing in on Tristan’s moans and groans and Caleb’s grunts and the sound of the ocean as I imagine that it is Caleb whose fingers are buried deep inside of me.

  “Max.”

  My eyes flutter open to the sound of Caleb’s voice. He licks his lips, his eyes traveling from my face downwards, to where I keep fingers thrusting in and out of me. He extends his arm towards me, a silent question of ‘“would you like to join us?’ and of course, I couldn’t say no.

  I crawl towards them, slowly and clumsily as I get drunk on pleasure. Tristan pulls me without warning, placing me beneath him, his hard cock resting on my stomach. I whimper as my pussy clenches on nothing.

  “Hey, babe,” Tristan greets, his cheeks flushed red, and his eyes dazed. He claims my lips, groaning into it at the same time as Caleb grunts and thrusts his cock into Tristan’s ass.

  I moan into Tristan’s lips, his body rocking above me as Caleb fucks him from behind. His cock keeps pressing hard against my stomach at every thrust.

  My moans and Tristan’s groans are muffled by our wet and sloppy kisses, my hand reaching for his cock. I wrap my hand around his throbbing cock and stroke him slowly, teasingly, and press my thumb on the tip of his cock.

  Tristan breaks the kiss, his shaky breath fanning over my skin. He buries his face in the crook of my neck as I stroke him up and down, matching the pace of Caleb’s thrusts.

  It did not take long before Tristan lets out a shuddering breath, his upper body resting against mine as he comes in my hand, his hips bucking forward. He would have collapsed on top of me if not for Caleb who is still thrusting inside of him.

  With a grunt, Caleb plunges in him once more, releasing his cum inside him. Tristan’s body rocks against mine as Caleb continues to plunge inside, albeit slow and lazy and shallow, as he rides his high.

  “That was fantastic,” Tristan says, his voice hoarse and raw.

  “Yeah,” Caleb replies as he slowly removes his dick from Tristan’s raw hole.

  My arms quickly fly to embrace Tristan, who is still lying on top of me, my hand still sticky from his cum. I press him harder against myself as he places both of his hands on the side of my waist, his thumb making circular motions on the skin underneath.

  Caleb falls beside me, his hand stroking Tristan’s back gently. He kisses me on the forehead and then kisses Tristan’s too.

  “Ah, look at the sky, the stars are so bright in here,” I say, my eyes tearing up once again as my heart swells again with love and affection. “I love you two so much.”

  Violet

  Epilogue

  The phone on my desk hasn’t stopped ringing ever since Max appeared as a guest in one of the most renowned television shows in this country. To be honest, people in the entertainment industry would definitely miss out if they were not at all interested in Max. She is such a lovely woman who only deserves the best.

  I stop in front of Miguel’s office, taking in a deep breath before knocking on his door. After hearing Miguel’s muffled ‘come in,’ I turn the knob, my hand sweating, and push open the door.

  “Good afternoon, Mr. Andrews,” I greet as I walk into his office, silently closing the door behind me.

  I feel my heart flutter as I watch him pull the pencil that he’s been biting from his mouth, and then he takes off his eyeglasses, settling it down on his desk together with the paper he’s holding. It’s a report of some sorts that I prepared yesterday.

  “Is there something that you need, Violet?” he asks, his voice low and tired.

  “Is this a bad time?” I ask, internally cringing at the worry evident in my voice.

  “No,” Miguel answers, massaging his temple. “I’m just tired,” he smiles at me, a tired one, but a smile nevertheless.

  My heart flutters at the sight, and it dawns on me that I haven’t seen Mr. Andrews—No, Miguel—this vulnerable. Yes, we might fuck around after office hours, but he never showed this side of him before.

  “Do you want me to get you an Advil, Mr. Andrews?”

  He chuckles when he hears me call him Mr. Andrews. “‘Mr. Andrews’ huh? Drop the formality and call me Miguel since we’re the only people in this room, and I think we’re past formalities, considering we’ve been fucking each other for quite some time now.”

  As soon as the words leave his mouth, I feel like I have been sliced open with a knife that I’ve been using to protect myself. It might have been an unintentional, but still, his words still stung me.

  My relationship with Miguel might have started off as something that I would use to my own advantage, but the more I spend my time with him, during on and off office hours, the more I see for who he truly is. He is not just someone who’s a rich, shallow music person who fucks around with people.

  Well, he does fucks around, but there’s more to him than that.

  “Sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that,” he apologizes after noticing that I’ve been silent for a handful of seconds.

  “It’s okay,” I say, nodding in understanding. “I’m just here to tell you that the phone has been ringing restlessly ever since Max appeared in that TV show.”

  Miguel hums in acknowledgment. He leans forward, propping his arm as he rests his head on it. Miguel stares at me curiously, as if he doesn’t know what he wants to do to me.

  Oh, if only Miguel knows what his stares do to me.

  I return his stare, meeting his eyes as I mentally will myself not to combust right there and then because yes, Miguel looks hot, undeniably so, but my heart is not racing because of lust. My heart is racing because I’m standing in front of the person whom...

  I’m starting to fall in love with?

  “You’re saying...?” Miguel trails off, a small smirk appearing on his face as if he caught me thinking something lewd.

  I clear my throat and look at him in the eye, his’ glinting with something that I couldn’t decipher. “What I’m saying is, since Max and Caleb are taking a break after Max’s successful debut, shouldn’t we start looking for something new? Something to work on?”

  My agenda when I entered this territory with Miguel, sleeping with him occasionally, might have been for my dream to become a pop star, but I couldn’t help myself but see him in a different light.

  And now, I think I just fucked myself. My life.

  Who would, in their right mind, would fall in love with he
r boss after sleeping with him a handful of times, which was by the way, so great, in order to advance in the cruel, harsh reality of this industry?

  “Am I working you up?” he asks, his eyes turning dark and I could feel the heat of lust radiating from it.

  “S-sir?” I stutter, my breath shaking because I know where this will lead. He has that look in his eyes whenever he wants to fuck.

  “Don’t play with me, darling,” he drawls as he stands up. He walks towards the door, and places his hand on the doorknob. “I am not going to force, Violet, and you can leave if you want.”

  “I’ll stay,” I reply, my voice eerily calm as I stand on my ground despite the urge to buckle down at his gaze, all hot and intense and screams how hard he will fuck me.

  He chuckles as he locks the door.

  “Did we have sex in my office?” he asks as he closes the distance between us, his nose touching mine.

  No, we haven’t. “I think we did? I don’t really keep up with the places where I have sex with people.”

  Nope, I just don’t like to admit I remember all the places we’ve fucked.

  I wish he wouldn’t feel how fast my heart is racing right now. It’s like I’ve run a marathon.

  Miguel hums, his fingers trailing from my waist then upwards, to my shoulders, then to my face. I try not to lean into his touch. He puts a finger beneath my chin and juts it upwards, my mouth soon meeting his.

  He starts it off slow, as if he’s trying to enjoy the moment, the kiss, and as if it’s not just a temporary thing. I hope it’s not.

  I feel his hand trails downwards, cupping my ass through my dress, the material of which hugs my body nicely, showing all the right curves and my assets.

  “I’ve been waiting to fuck you ever since I saw you this morning,” he whispers into my ear, and I moan in reply.