36 Inches: A MFMM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

  “Now, you’re ready.” I purr as I slide my fingers out of his mouth, looking around the seat and gazing at the three of them. “I want you to come for me,” I continue, and as I say it a thought takes over my mind.

  Turning to the side, I use my closed fist to tap against a drawer, and a small compartment opens up to reveal a few bottles of wine and champagne, and a set of nice looking glasses ... all of them large enough for my wicked idea to work.

  “Can you fill this up for me?” I ask them with a whisper, grabbing one of the wine glasses and raising it in front of my face. I look at my reflection on the curved surface of the glass, and I grin at it. “Well, boys?”

  “Fuck, how are you this sexy?” Derek asks me, and I just look at him with one raised eyebrow, that devilish grin still on my lips. I don’t even reply; I just reach for him with my free hand and, grabbing his cock, I start stroking him as hard as I can.

  He doesn’t last long.

  “Fuck!” he groans, his cock tensing up against my fingers. Moving fast, I position the glass right in front of it and, a fraction of a second later, thick ropes of cum start coating the glass. “Oh, fuck!” he repeats, shooting his seed into the glass. I hold his cock as he does it, my eyes widening as I see his milky cum splashing around the bottom.

  “Good,” I whisper, slowly peeling my fingers off his cock. Then, I turn my attention toward Parker. He just grins at me, and I don’t need to do anything; he starts stroking himself even faster, his eyes never leaving mine, and all I have to do is position the glass in front of his cock.

  “Do it,” I purr, and that does it. Parker’s cock spasms hard against his fingers, and a thick rope of cum jumps out from its tip. God knows how I manage to catch it, but I do it. Holding the glass still, I simply watch as he strokes himself into oblivion, his cum blending with Derek’s.

  I gulp as I realize that the glass is well on its way to be completely filled with cum, and that just makes me want to finish the job even faster now. “Now you,” I tell Mason and, the moment the words leave my lips, he starts coming fast. His first spurt of cum flies over the glass and hits me across my breasts, painting them in white. Moving as fast as I can, I position the glass in front of him; just two spurts and the whole thing’s brimming with cum, beads of it cascading down the edge and going over my knuckles.

  By the time Mason’s finished, I’m holding a wine glass completely filled with cum, its whiteness so enticing that I don’t even think: I just act on instinct. Making sure that I look at each one of them, I then bring the glass to my lips and tilt it.

  I close my eyes as I feel their saltiness coating my tongue, and I just the tilt the glass further. Their cum drips onto my chin, sliding down my jaw and onto my neck. Soon enough, beads of it are making their way over the curve of my breasts and around my nipples, my skin slowly being painted in that creamy whiteness of their seed.

  I keep on taking their cum into my mouth steadily, and I only stop when I can’t fit a single drop more between my lips. And then I just swallow, allowing their scent and flavor to make its way down my throat.

  “Holy fuck ... this is something else,” Parker whispers, and I just grin at the three of them. I can’t see myself, of course, but judging by the expression on their faces I must be quite a sight. My skin’s glistening with their cum, and here I am drinking it from a glass as eagerly as anyone has ever done anything.

  “Here’s to you,” I whisper, raising the glass one more time. I bring it to my lips once more, and this time I bring whatever’s left inside into my mouth, swallowing it at once. Then, I open my hand and allow the glass to roll onto the seat.

  There’s a deep silence for a while, as all of us reel from the frenzied pleasure that overtook us. Derek’s the one breaking that silence, his words pushing away all the tension.

  “Now that’s how you wish someone good luck.”

  Chapter 13

  Derek

  Crossing the street, I fasten my jacket and put a cap on.

  I’m not that famous that anyone will recognize me, but I don’t want to take any chances. In and out, and that as fast as I can—that’s the plan, and I’m not looking forward for some quick improvisation.

  Entering the apartment building, I make my way up the old wooden stairs, my stride covering two of them at a time. There’s a kind of eery silence that permeates the whole building, as its old walls are still thick enough to push out the frenetic sound of New York, and I feel a cold shiver climbing up my spine.

  Mason sounded confident about the whole plan … but then again, Mason’s always confident about everything. What if we’re walking into a trap? What if, by being here, we make things even harder for Abby and Naughty Angel? There’s no doubt in my mind that Sienna would use a break-in as leverage to get what she wants.

  Alright, I need to cool off. I sound like a whiny little bitch right now.

  Stopping in front of the door to Sienna’s office, I place my hand on the handle and turn it. Locked, of course. Looking from side to side, to make sure that I’m completely alone on this floor, I place one hand in my back pocket and take out the small lockpick kit I brought with me.

  I go down on one knee in front of the door and open the kit on top of my knee, my eyes flying over the small metal pins. I take two of them out and, moving slowly, I slide them inside the lock and start turning them around.

  Now, I know what you’re thinking; why does a cover model (and occasional but gallant and well-endowed bartender) know how to pick a lock? Crazy story, but I once had a woman lock me inside her apartment while she went to work. She was batshit crazy, and I actually had to go online and figure out a way to escape. Lucky for me, I’m a fast learner.

  Click, clack - the lock finally jumps out of place, and I sigh with relief. It seems my skills still haven’t deserted me. Standing up, I push the door open and step inside. Even though I know there’s no one around and that Sienna and her assistants are at the Shameless Book Convention in Florida, I try to be as silent as possible.

  I close the door behind me and scan the main room of the office; there are three desks disposed in a semicircle, and all of them are stacked with documents. In the center of each desk there’s an old laptop, each of them propped with colored stickers jutting out from the edge of the screen. The last time I was here the place wasn’t this cluttered, so I figure things must really have gone to hell after Sienna fired Cara. Not that I’m surprised; Sienna’s writing is a mess, so I suppose her office would be a reflection of that.

  “Alright, let’s get it over it,” I whisper, walking toward the closed door at the end of the main room. It has a small window on it, but a set of discolored blinders block the view. I try and turn the handle and, thankfully, this door isn’t locked.

  Sienna’s private office isn’t as cluttered as the main room, but that’s probably because she delegates everything to her assistants. She always saw herself as a genius at heart, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she saw duties other than her writing as beneath her. Writing and acting like a crazy bitch, that is.

  Her laptop sits on the middle of her desk, its lid closed. I walk around the desk and, sitting down on Sienna’s executive chair, I open the laptop lid and fire it up. The screen lights up fast and, just as I expected, there’s a password prompt.

  “I hope you’re fucking right, Mason,” I mutter as I take the USB drive out of one pocket and plug it in. A dark pop up window takes over the screen as the USB drive bypasses the password, and a string of numbers and words start rolling through the screen as the laptop’s hard drive is copied.

  I tap my foot against the floor as the seconds roll by slowly, but thankfully it doesn’t take long: just five minutes later and I unplug the USB drive. I shut down the laptop and close its lid, making sure that it’s exactly in the same position it was when I arrived in here. I stuff the drive into my pocket, go up to my feet, and start walking toward the door, ready to leave.

  Only then do I notice her.

  “Lon
g time, no see, Derek,” Sienna tells me, leaning against the doorway. There’s an amused grin on her lips, and her whole expression has that I’m a raging bitch vibe going on.

  “Hello, Sienna. Nice haircut,” I tell her with a smirk.

  She used to pride herself in her long hair, but I guess that Cara’s chewing gum quickly put an end to that pride. She had to cut it short, and so much that she now has a boyish look. Her cheeks look hollowed out, and the slight beauty I thought she once had seems to have evaporated. It’s funny how a simple haircut can change so many things at once.

  “Really funny, Derek,” she whispers, her eyes narrowing into two evil slits. “But let me wipe that smile off your face,” she continues, walking toward me with a confident gait.

  “You thought you were smarter than me, didn’t you? You and your little friends,” she whispers, her words coiled into themselves like a switchblade. “I never went to the Shameless convention, you know?”

  “Afraid they’d laugh at your haircut?”

  “Keep laughing, Derek,” she replies, her tone more menacing than ever. “We’ll see who’s laughing by the time this story ends.”

  Chapter 14

  Mason

  I'm sitting across the street from the offices of Sienna Sinner at a small corner cafe. I look around me and wonder if anyone is approaching and then I stop myself because I have no real reason to be paranoid. No one should even know that we're here. No one should know what we're trying to pull off. If everything goes according to the plan, and we absolutely made sure that we had all our details down properly then no one will even know that we came in, got what we wanted, and then got out.

  And damn straight we made sure about everything we were going to need. That was before the three-way blowjob. I swear to God, that was fucking intense. I've never been in a situation like that. I swear to God I've never even met a woman like that. Where the hell has Cara been all my fucking life?

  I bet the same thing could actually be said for Derek and Parker. They're probably wondering where the fuck Cara has been their lives.

  She's changed all of our lives in the short time that we've known her.

  Every single one.

  That's when I'm interrupted in my thoughts by none other than Sienna Sinner.

  Holy fucking Christ—I didn't see that one coming. I'm sitting here in New York City. Isn't she supposed to be in Florida?

  "I never went to the Shameless Book Signing," she says to me with an evil smile as if she's able to read my mind.

  I try to keep a steady composure and a flat and neutral expression. I can't let on that Derek is upstairs. I have to keep her here as long as I can until he can get the flash drive....

  "I have your little toy right here," Sienna says and I start to wonder if maybe she can actually read my fucking thoughts. "Derek handed it over with almost no persuasion once he realized that I witnessed the whole thing. And I have multiple angles as I recorded a former employee coming into my offices and then tampering with proprietary technology that contained trade secrets. Then I have him attempting to steal this information."

  I'm quiet. There's nothing I can say that won't incriminate Derek.

  "Who else is working with you, Mason?" Sienna asks me, leaning over and all of a sudden I'm acutely aware of the low cut blouse that she's wearing. "Tell me what the end goal was in this?"

  There's no fucking way I'm telling her but I keep my mouth shut.

  "Why was my former employee trying to steal information from me and why are you sitting here?" she asks again, batting her eyelashes at me.

  Is she fucking hitting on me?

  A part of me isn't shocked. I mean, look at me.

  But there’s something more about the way she’s looking at me that makes me take a pause.

  I watch as she scoots her chair over toward mine. My eyes travel down as I see her put her hand on my thigh and give it a squeeze. She smiles lasciviously at me.

  Before Cara? I may have considered pulling her close and kissing her while I grabbed her ass and fondled her tits. After? Not a fucking chance.

  “You know, we’re on the same side at the end of the day,” she purrs. “I’m sure we could have a lot to offer each other if we just put the past aside.”

  Her hand starts climbing up my thigh and I know in just a few seconds she’s going to be squeezing my cock through my pants.

  That same cock that Cara was sucking so well. The same cock that fucking belongs to her now.

  And I know right then what I need to do.

  “We’re not on the same side, Sienna,” I say and her eyes flash at me. “We never were.”

  She pauses her hand and it rests where it is, no longer squeezing my thigh as she looks at me.

  “See, I want to help legitimate authors,” I say to her and continue forcefully. “And once upon a time you were a legit author. You had a lot of promise and potential. Everyone could see that.”

  She smiles wanly. I think she’s remembering the times back in the day. When we used to try and run box sets together, collecting other authors and planning the Facebook parties in the various groups. When we got USA Today Bestsellers together.

  But all that changed.

  “But when you started paying for fake reviews,” I tell her and her face darkens. “When you started hiring out professional promoters who shoot your book up with unsavory and unfair tactics. When you started reporting other author books on groundless accusations, you went from an author with a lot of potential to a person who didn’t want to put in the hard work and resorted to black hat tactics to get ahead.”

  Sienna withdraws her hand and stands up.

  “I can see we’re done here,” she says to me. “I know you planned Derek breaking in. Stay away from me,” she says with an icy edge to her voice.

  “Keep your nose clean and I will,” I shoot back.

  She purses her lips and turns to walk away from me.

  I’m thinking we dodged a fucking bullet. No way she knows about Cara’s involvement. And she’s going to be gone soon.

  And that’s when Cara and fucking Parker come walking down the sidewalk hand in fucking hand.

  I’m starting to realize that Sienna can’t read my thoughts. But the Universe can. And the Universe is out to fuck me.

  Of course Sienna sees this. And an evil smile graces her lips.

  “Well, well, well,” she says, and purrs again. “Look at what we have here.”

  Cara and Parker freeze in their tracks and I can see Cara’s face make the connection that the operation was a failure.

  “My old PA, and a Naughty Angel bitch,” she says, taking a step toward the pair.

  “I get now why my office just got broken into,” she says and smiles as she hears Cara gasp. “it was a Naughty Angel operation.”

  All of us are silent. It’s like we’ve been caught with our dick in our hands.

  Sienna turns to me. Triumph graces her face.

  “My PA is too stupid to realize that she did exactly what I wanted,” she says to me. “Cara is stupid beyond belief. And now I have all the evidence I need to go to the Romance Guild Association of America and get Naughty Angel banned from every trade conference and romance platform. They’ll be lucky if they can sell books on the street corner.”

  I look at Parker and see he’s struggling to keep his cool. I don’t fucking blame him.

  Sienna looks at Cara.

  “Congratulations, you stupid slut,” she says. “You just helped bring down your favorite publisher.”

  And without another word, she turns and walks away.

  Chapter 15

  Parker

  “Fuck.”

  “You can say that again,” I say, sinking onto the seat in front of Mason. I follow Sienna with my eyes as she leaves the café, strutting so confidently you’d believe she was just crowned Queen of the fucking Universe. As far as she’s concerned, that might actually be true.

  How the hell did we screw things up this badly? This
was supposed to a clear-cut operation, not this fucking disaster. Abby’s going to lose it once she finds out about this. Whatever Sienna was planning, we just made the whole situation ten times worse. Naughty Angel Publishing is at risk, and there’s nowhere else to lay the blame but at our feet.

  “What do we do now?” Cara asks us, but a sulking silence is the only answer we have for her.

  “We shouldn’t have brought Derek into this,” Mason suddenly says, the hand he had on top of the table now clenched into a fist. “We shouldn’t have trusted him.”

  “You think he might have planned this with Sienna?” I ask him. Even though I don’t want to believe it, you have to admit, it makes sense. He got caught red-handed, so who’s to say he didn’t set us up?

  “No, that doesn’t make any sense!” Cara protests, looking from Mason to me, an anxious look on her face. She’s been friends with Derek for some time now, and accepting that he might be a traitor will definitely be hard for her. “I trust Derek,” she continues, pleading us to side with her.

  “Listen, Cara, we gotta —” I start to say, but I don’t get to end my sentence. As I’m speaking, the chimes on the café’s door jingle, and I turn around on my chair to see Derek walking in. He no longer has his cap on, and he’s looking too confident for someone who knows our whole plan is not only ruined, but has put NAP in jeopardy.

  “You got caught,” Mason tells him flatly, an hard edge around his eyes as he sits up straight, looking straight at Derek as he walks toward us.

  “Sienna was already waiting for me,” he replies, pulling a chair and sitting down.

  “We know that,” I say, trying to read the expression on his face. Did he have anything to do with this fuck up? Because if so, I’m more than ready to introduce him to both my fists. He’s a big guy, sure, but it’s not like I give a fuck about that. “She has deleted the original hard drive, and now she’s taking all evidence to the Romance Guild. We fucked up, and now Naughty Angel is going to pay the price.”