36 Inches: A MFMM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

  But none of that matters because before I can even make a decision, I see her stir. She pulls the comforter down, opens her eyes, and smiles.

  "What time is it?" she asks.

  "It's early. A little after 6:30."

  "Oh, I need to leave," she says, sitting up. The comforter slides down and for a quick moment, her perfect, naked breasts are exposed. She quickly grabs the comforter in both hands and pulls it back up to cover herself.

  I smile. Just that one peak of her nakedness has made my cock twitch. She thinks I didn't notice.

  "Someone's in a hurry. You have to leave right this minute?" I ask.

  "Yeah, I have to get to Carter Jeffries soon. I can't be late," she says. "And besides, I'm sure you have a busy day… whatever it is that you do."

  "It's only as busy as I want it to be," I say, testing the waters. Will she elect to stay or go? You'd think after the marathon sex session we had last night that my cock wouldn't be twitching in my pants right now, right? Well, that's wrong.

  "Okay, well, I'm not sure what this is, but—"

  I cut her off. "This is us having a good time," I say.

  "Right—a good time. I had a nice night. I'll go ahead and grab my things."

  By her tone and body language, it's obvious she's never had a one-night stand before. She starts reaching for her clothes that were scattered around various corners of the room last night, and I pat the bed.

  "Come here," I say.

  She smiles and sits down next to me. I reach up and stroke her cheek.

  "I'm not letting you leave yet," I say. I pull her down onto the bed next to me and bring my lips to hers. A soft moan escapes from her mouth, and I nibble on her neck.

  "I really … should … probably go," she manages to say in between me kissing her neck, but her words don't match her body language, and I'm unconvinced.

  "Well, that's too bad," I say, joking. I get up and stand next to the bed. I'm naked and my manhood is standing fully erect, like a giant fucking totem pole. She can't look at it without blushing. "If you leave now, you'll miss all of this."

  She looks down at my cock and blushes before looking back at my face. I start walking to the bathroom, and as my back is turned I say, "Or you can come join me."

  I turn on the shower, allowing the glass doors to steam up. Within a moment I hear her approach. I turn and see her standing in the doorway. She's naked except for her pink lace thong, which she hooks with one finger and slowly pulls down over her hips and thighs. She has a soft smile on her face as she walks toward me.

  My cock is already throbbing. She's so fucking stunning. I've had my fair share of women, but there's something about Alicia that I can't get enough of. No other woman has turned me on as much as she does.

  "You win," she says.

  I reach over and place one hand on her lower back and bring her body close to mine until her soft breasts are pressed against my body. I reach over and slide the glass door to the shower open and she follows me in. The warm water cascades all around us.

  I cup her breasts in my hands and lean down, placing one in my mouth. I let my tongue swirl around her nipple and then gently tug on it with my teeth.

  "Oh, God," she moans. And I allow my mouth to travel further down from her breasts and down her flat stomach, down to her inner thighs. The lower I get, I can detect a slight shiver in her body. There's an eagerness that spurs me on, and I lean in, pressing my mouth to her pussy as she leans back into the shower wall.

  She grabs my hair, raking her fingers through it.

  I nude her legs further apart and she eagerly complies. I could taste her for hours, but now I just want to fuck her. It has become a primal need.

  "Turn around," I command her, standing up. She now has both hands on the wall, her ass toward me and she's letting out soft moans.

  I align myself with her entrance and she presses herself into me. She's so wet that my cock slides in, but she's tight, so I start off slow. I take my time until I'm in up to my hilt.

  "You want this?" I ask, stopping for a moment.

  "Mmm yes," she purrs.

  "Say it."

  "Yes, I want it."

  "Say it again. This time like you mean it."

  "I want it," she moans. "Fuck me, Derek."

  Hearing those words spurs me on like never before. I slide in and out of her with each new thrust, my pace quickening. I feel her wetness coating my cock and I thrust faster and with new intensity. I can feel my balls slapping against her thighs and she reaches down, grabbing my balls in one hand and fingering her clit with the other.

  "Oh god," she screams, her pussy tightening around me. She throws her head back and I place my mouth on her exposed throat. She moves her hands to my arms and grabs hold of me as an orgasm courses through her entire body. Feeling her tight spasms takes me to the edge and I can't hold it any longer. I shoot ropes of cum inside of her as her pussy continues to milk my cock.

  I lean in and give her another kiss. "That's one way to jumpstart a morning," I smile.

  "Yeah, that was pretty good."

  I raise one eyebrow. "Pretty good? Is that all?"

  "Okay, it was great," she giggles.

  We step out of the shower and towel off.

  "I better get to work for real this time," she says. "I can't afford to be late to work. But I'd like to do this again sometime—I—I mean, if you want to. Or if you don't, that's fine too."

  "I'd like that," I smile. It's almost cute the way she's trying to remain aloof—to not wear her heart on her sleeve, but I can see right through it. She's enjoying this, and I am too.

  I lean in and give her one more kiss. "Can I tell you a secret?" I ask.

  "Of course, anything," she says.

  "It's about Carter Jeffries. I know you're headed there now, and this has to remain between you and I."

  "Cross my heart," she says, placing one hand on her chest. "You can tell me anything."

  "Someone is embezzling money from me," I say. "And I believe it's from someone at Carter Jeffries."

  Alicia

  "So, do you think that I like don't notice you're so totally wearing the same clothes as you were yesterday?" Ashley asks me as we both grab our chicken rice from the food truck on the corner of 52nd and Park Avenue.

  Okay, when I say food truck, I mean one of those chicken and lamb over rice kind of places.

  And yes, I totally heard what Ashley just said to me, okay?

  But I mean, what am I going to say in response to that?

  "Yo, Earth to Alicia," Ashley says, as she looks in my direction as we sit down on the steps of the Seagram's building. "Are you even listening to me, or are you in like some weird billionaire sex coma?"

  Okay. I need to figure out what to say to make her stop.

  "Ash, we really gotta stop eating food like this for lunch, girl," I tell her and give her a pout. "Not when we're doing Pilates that leaves us so not able to walk the next day."

  "Yeah for reals, I'm surprised you're walking on both feet after your night with Mr. Billionaire," Ashley retorts.

  Oh my God. This is insane.

  I sigh loudly but she doesn't let up.

  "Oh my God Alicia, I can't believe you're not telling me what happened," Ashley says, as we both start digging into the delectable pieces of grilled chicken and lamb over a bed of rice and onions. "I'm like your bestie and you can't even confide in me?"

  Aw. Maybe she's right.

  "Fine," I say, rolling my eyes. "He took me upstairs to his hotel room, okay?"

  Fine?

  That's the word I came up with?

  Little does she know how much I'm so holding back. How last night was like...

  "Fine?" Ashley asks in between mouthfuls. "Like Mr. Super Hot Billionaire and you end up having drinks at super chi-chi Upper East Side bar and all you can come up with is, 'he took you upstairs to his room'?"

  The look of incredulity on her face is very, very real. It would probably be really like heart wrenchin
g if she wasn't busy chewing mouthfuls of chicken.

  "Okay, babe," I say to her, resigned to having to spill the beans, but also kinda relieved. "Yes, if you wanna know, we totally went to his room and fucked."

  "I knew it!" Ashley exclaims with triumph. I don't know at what, but her eyes are twinkling. "Tell me everything!"

  I guess I'm sorta glad that she gives me like a few seconds to scoop up as much food into my mouth as possible. I mean, she does the same thing.

  Yeah, we really shouldn't be eating this. It's like fine now when we're young probably, but like in ten years this is going to be like the reason I have no thigh gap.

  But in the meantime, what do I tell Ashley now?

  "I mean," I start out not really sure what to say. "He pulled out his cock. He stuck it in my pussy. We came. You know, like sex."

  Ashley rolls her eyes. "I mean, did he have a nice cock?" she asks me. "Was it big? OMG did it have tattoos?"

  What the fuck? I'm not just thinking that, either.

  "What the fuck?" I ask her. "Why would he tattoo his dick?"

  "Was it big?" she keeps asking.

  Oh my God it was so huge. I could bounce on that thing all day, you know? I dunno if I should tell Ashley that; I mean, she's my friend but I sound like such a slut when I think how much I can't stop thinking about his cock.

  "Wow Alicia, just the starry look on your face tells me all I need to know," Ashley says, finishing up the last of her food and closing the container and still somehow staring at me. "You look like you just want to be such a slut for his cock."

  I'm about to protest, but I look at the time. Shit. I have a meeting with Nadia.

  "I gotta go, babe," I tell Ashley, finishing up the rest of my food in several quick gulps. Ashley looks a bit surprised.

  "Hey Alicia, it's okay," she says. "I'm actually happy for you, babe. You know that right?"

  I look over. There is genuine concern and care for me. We're like sisters. We may tease each other mercilessly, but at the end of the day, having Ashley in New York City makes the big city feel so much smaller.

  "I know babe, but I have a meeting with my manager in like 5 minutes," I tell Ashley as I get up.

  "Okay," she says. "Try to not think about billionaire cock all day, babe," she tells me and smirks. I guess that's her form of goodbye.

  Whatever. My mind has already switched back into work mode as I cross the street toward where the Carter Jeffries headquarters sits.

  I mean, I wonder why Nadia called me in for a meeting. I'm thinking about it every step of the way. Even in the elevator. And with each step to her office.

  "Alicia, good you're here," Nadia says getting up from her desk when I step foot in her office. She walks over and closes the door as I sit down. "We only have half an hour so I'll keep this brief," she says.

  I nod. Most internal meetings usually last for half an hour nowadays. Everyone is always so stressed out with too much to do.

  "I know you've been...close...to Derek Lowell," Nadia starts and I look up at her with alarm. Is she going to chew me out for yesterday night? My heart starts to beat. Adrenaline starts coursing through my blood.

  "And that's why I need you to work on a special project for me," Nadia finishes.

  I look at her with curiosity. What could she want from me?

  "There's a delicate situation with the Lowell accounts, and I need someone I can trust to do a line by line and thorough analysis on it," Nadia says.

  I can't believe it.

  Am I being given like more responsibility?

  "This is a great deal more responsibility for you," Nadia says, almost reading my thoughts. "And it's very sensitive. You can't tell anyone what you're working on. Including Derek Lowell, himself."

  I nod. A lot of things the company does are on a need to know business. I can handle that!

  "Because of the higher level of access required, I'm promoting you from an Analyst to an Associate, effective immediately," Nadia says, her eyes twinkling. I sit there in shock as she continues. "HR will get all the paperwork by the end of the week and your new title will be effective in two weeks. I'm sure they'll have to bump your salary to match the promotion," she says.

  All I can do is sit there and nod. Like an idiot. I mean, you're usually supposed to spend three years minimum as an Analyst before even being considered for a promotion. I've spent a year and a half.

  "That's all," Nadia says. "Go celebrate for a few minutes. Call your folks if you want. Then get to work. And congratulations."

  I walk out of Nadia's office in a daze at so much good karma happening.

  I mean, the best sex of my life last night.

  Promotion this afternoon.

  What could possibly be next?

  Derek

  “How much?” I ask Anderson, one of the most loyal lawyers in my retinue. We’ve been working hard on trying to track down the embezzler—and the extent of the damages—but the whole thing is proving to be trickier than I thought.

  “From what I’ve gathered so far… I’d say $30 million at least, and that just over last year. Of course, that’s just an estimate; I’m not really sure on how deep the rabbit hole goes at this point.”

  “Jesus…” I whisper, leaning back against the chair. I tap my fingers against the flat surface of the desk, trying to consider the implications of what Anderson just told me. $30 million doesn’t even make a dent on my net worth, but the fact that someone has managed to steal that much money under my nose… Well, that’s worrying, to say the least.

  “The worst part is that whoever is doing this really knows what they’re doing,” Anderson continues, folding his finger as a scowl takes over his face. I can’t help but worry; he’s always been one of my most levelheaded and rational advisors, and to see him this preoccupied … “So far, the only thing we’ve managed to ascertain for sure is that the problem lies inside Carter Jeffries.”

  “We need to keep this under wraps, Anderson. We proceed on a strictly need-to-know basis from now on.” It’s a pain in the ass to launch a secret investigation like this ... especially when I handed over $4.4 billion of my own money to Carter Jeffries, confident that having them manage it would take some work off of my plate ... But this can’t be helped; I need to know what’s happening, and I can’t risk raising any red flags before we get to the bottom of this. But you know what pisses me off the most about this whole thing? The fact that I can’t tell Alicia.

  My knee-jerk reaction would be to run this whole situation by her; she’s part of the team running my funds after all, but I can’t risk it. I already told her that someone was embezzling money from me, and I should’ve kept my mouth shut. Nothing good will come out of this, and I don’t think that putting her right in the middle of a clusterfuck of a situation like this will help matters.

  I don’t even know why in the world I’m so worried about her, but I am. And to think that nothing would've happened between us if my limo hadn’t broken down in the first place. Bad things happen for a reason, sometimes.

  “We’ll figure it out, sir,” Anderson tells me, getting up from his chair and extending me his hand. I shake it, and then lean back against the chair as he leaves from my office. I sigh loudly, trying to push away all concerns from my mind. If it weren’t for the fact that I met Alicia, hiring Carter Jeffries would prove to be one costly mistake.

  Before I even know what I’m doing, I have my cellphone in my hands and I’m scrolling down the contacts list. I stop when I find ALICIA flashing on the screen, and my thumb hovers over the screen. I’m not sure if being with her is the wisest decision, taking into account everything that’s happening, but I can’t help it. Besides, I need to unwind.

  I press her name and take the cellphone to my ear, tapping my foot on the carpeted floor as I hear the first ring tone. The phone rings endlessly, and I’m about to give up when I finally hear her voice from the other side of the line.

  “Derek?”

  “That’s me. I want to see you,
Alicia,” I tell her, not bothering to beat around the bush. Although, to be honest, it’s not a question of want; I need to see her. I’m just not sure about the why. I have dated actresses, top models, and always had my pick of the litter, but I've never felt so drawn to a woman as I do to her.

  There’s silence from the other side of the line, as if she’s thinking of the right thing to say. “I’m at the gym now… I’m not sure if it’s a good time,” she stammers, but I cut her short.

  “I’ll pick you up,” I tell her curtly, my mind already trying to imagine how she must look in tight yoga pants and a skimpy tank top. Just thinking of that is enough for my cock to twitch inside my pants.

  “Are you sure, Derek?”

  “I’m sure. In fact, I’m on my way. Just text me the directions.”

  “See you soon, then,” she tells me, and I can almost taste the anticipation in her voice.

  When the limo grinds to a halt in front of Alicia’s gym, she’s already waiting for me, her bag hanging from her shoulder. She has already changed into tight jeans and a casual sweater, and I can’t help but regret that I won’t get to see her in either yoga pants or tight gym shorts.

  “Something happened?” she asks me as she steps inside the limo, the scent of her perfume making me dizzy. It reminds me of the taste of her lips on mine, strawberry and lust… I just want to lean in and kiss her neck.

  “No,” I tell her with a smile. “I just wanted to see you.”

  “You’re not growing needy on me, are you?” she asks me with a teasing smile, and I can’t help but smile back at her.

  “I need what I need, Alicia,” I tell her, reaching for her hand and placing mine on top of it. “How was your day?”

  “It went great…! I got promoted, so there’s that.”

  “Promoted? That's great news; maybe we should celebrate,” I tell her with a grin, squeezing her hand gently. “What’s your position now? You’ll remain on my team, won’t you?”

  “Yes, uh… I’m still assigned to you, but… You know, it’s just an upgrade in my job title, nothing more than that,” she stammers, averting her gaze from mine. She’s not telling me the whole story, and I don’t like that one bit. Not at all.