The Perfect Third (6 page)

That was it. She couldn’t go through with this. That one quick thought alone had already made her tingle between her legs. She was turning into some sort of wild trollop or something. All it had taken was one night of true passionate abandon, and she was thinking all of these kinky thoughts.

Their limo was pulling up to the front of the building.

“Uh, Lorne, Antony, I was thinking…”

“Yes, angel?” Lorne was leaning into her, brushing his full, warm lips against the side of her neck, his hot breath heating her skin and reminding her of their previous union. His musky, masculine smell also took her back to those moments where she had been crying out in ecstasy with a freedom she had never enjoyed with any other lover. She tried to turn away, and met Antony’s dark, heavily lashed eyes. They were large and smouldering, and they were drinking both her and Lorne in. How much more sensual would those eyes become if she were exposed, her flesh bare and her body writhing in response to Lorne’s touch, his mouth, his cock?

“Uh, I was thinking I could use another drink.”

Lorne chuckled next to her skin, his mouth vibrating and stirring the inner flame already. “You can have whatever you want.”

They got out of the car, and Alexa tried to ignore the interested stare of the driver as he pulled away.

Antony was careful to walk close to the two of them as they went through the lobby and into the elevator, but only Lorne held her hand or touched her in any way. Antony’s presence felt intimate yet removed at the same time. She really felt the three of them were together, yet Antony was abiding completely to his promise of looking, but not touching. The tease of Antony staying just out of reach was greatly heightening the sexual tension. It was starting to really turn her on.

When they reached the door, Antony took the liberty of unlocking and opening it, then stepping aside just enough to allow her and Lorne through. Lorne’s arm encircled her waist and guided her past Antony. Antony’s eyes never left them and he didn’t say a word, though he was so close that her wrap brushed his arm briefly.

This time, Lorne scooped Alexa into his arms, and carried her straight into the bedroom. He gently laid her across the black satin comforter, with the velvet edging and gold threaded filigree. She felt like a princess on this massive, luxurious bed, and when she turned her head towards the bedroom door, there was Antony, with his eyes trained on her, pulling his silk scarf away and tossing it on the back of the chair, beginning to kick off his shoes and get comfortable.

Alexa let her wrap fall away, and Lorne leaned over and pulled it from under her. He tossed it on a chaise longue over by his side of the bed, and began to undo the buttons on her long, purple silk blouse, finally tossing it aside as well. He grasped the waistband of her black leggings, and pulled them down, removing her thick, ankle-strapped heels at the same time. She lay on the bed in her purple thong and lace bra set, her favourite one that always made her feel so sexy. Antony was continuing to undress, and Lorne began to join him, one on each side of the bed, staring down at her form as they did so.

“What can I get you to drink, sweetheart?” said Lorne smiling. She smiled back, with what she hoped conveyed true affection.

“I would really love another vodka martini, if you have it.”

“Ketel One, Stoli or Grey Goose?”

Well. She laughed a little, starting to feel a bit less nervous, and becoming charmed by Lorne all over again.

“I would love the Ketel One.” She turned as he started to leave, remembering all too well that Antony would be alone here with her, standing in only his silk boxers.

“Make me one, too,” he said as Lorne passed him.

“You got it, bud.”

She was still trying to wrap her brain around this whole arrangement with them. They were both so obviously masculine, and treated each other as such. She caught Antony’s eye. He lifted one eyebrow slightly.

“You’re still not so sure about all of this, are you?”

Her cheeks flushed a little.

“I can tell that you and Lorne have an incredible bond. I guess it never occurred to me that this type of situation could happen, or work out really well with two men. You know, like this.”

She was stammering, and felt completely out of her realm of understanding. She didn’t want to seem like a naïve fool.

“It isn’t typical, to be sure. There just has to be the right synergy for it to work. Lorne and I discovered it naturally, and I know he’s hoping that the same synergy will happen with you so that you can become a part of the three.”

“But you’re not so sure about that.”

Antony grinned, not at all condescendingly. “I want Lorne and me to be happy, and together. I also want there to be the perfect third to our chord of togetherness. Whether I’m sure or not right now is meaningless. You are far from sure. Let it go where it takes you, and then the three of us will find out.”

Antony was beginning to really grow on her. His physical attractiveness had never been in question, she just hadn’t seen the same glimpse of heart and soul that Lorne had shown so easily. Antony was harder to read and had that darker edge. What he had just said to her, though, made it very easy to understand why Lorne cherished him so closely in his life. It was obvious to her they were both willing to sacrifice their own personal desires and wants in order for the other to be happy. What better testament to true love was there than that?

Lorne re-entered the room with drinks for all of them on a tray. He set them down on the dresser near Antony, and Alexa propped herself up on her elbows. Lorne took the glasses and passed them around. He raised his and said, “Let us celebrate the beauty that lies before us. In thanks for her willingness to share her luscious fruits with us.”

“Hear, hear,” said Antony, and winked at her as he drank.

She could feel something changing in her. Something nagging at the corners of her heart. Both of these men, not just Lorne, were the most unusual and glorious male specimens she had ever met. If she did have to choose one over the other, would it really be that easy? And here they were offering… No, it couldn’t possibly work.

She sighed.

Lorne put his glass down. “Are you all right, honey?”

“Yes. Sorry. That was just such an overwhelming toast. That might be too much pressure for a girl.”

Lorne came back around the other side of the bed, obviously to leave the view clear for Antony.

He sat down next to her, slipping his briefs off as he did, so that he was completely nude. He was already at half-mast, and he reached over to caress her cheek.

“There is no pressure, just pleasure. I hope to give you as much pleasure as you can handle tonight; that is my promise.”

Lorne continued stroking her cheek with the back of his hand, then lowered it to rub her shoulders, caress her chest, and gently massage her breasts, which were still encased in purple lace. Looking into her eyes the entire time, a warm smile played on his lips. As he began to lightly squeeze her tummy, hips and thighs, he leaned in to give her a deep, passionate kiss. She leant back on the bed, allowing her eyes to close and accept his probing tongue into her mouth. His hand slipped to the V between her legs, and rubbed the top of her silky thong that was now dampening.

He broke the kiss, but remained very close. “Roll onto your side, facing Antony.”

She did as she was told, but was starting to get that feeling again that she couldn’t go through with it. When she rolled over, she couldn’t help but lock eyes with Antony, who was now sitting on the chair by the door, almost close enough to touch. He was completely nude—and, as she had imagined—had his enormous, hard shaft gripped in his fist. Antony looked right into her with no hesitation or reprimand. Just intense passion. He mouthed, ‘You’re beautiful’, and began to gently and slowly work his hand up and down his thick prick.

While this was all taking place, Lorne had been removing the last of Alexa’s undergarments and casting them aside. He reached around to massage and work her breasts, catching the nipples and lightly pinching and teasing them. He began to tug a little harder, rubbing his cock that was now fully erect at the small of her back.

“Let me know if I’m being too rough.”

“No, baby, keep going.”

Alexa saw one side of Antony’s mouth turn up a little when she said this. She was getting very wet. Antony would know that she was turned on, but she was starting to feel okay about it. She
wanted
him to know she was turned on, not just because of what Lorne was doing to her, but because Antony was looking at her while he was stroking himself.

“Touch yourself,” Lorne huskily whispered to her. “I’ll take care of your nipples, you take care of your slit, okay my love? Show Antony just what you like when your pussy is wet. Just in case.”

The implications of what he had just said were mind-numbing. She had thought she had been turned on with Lorne the other night, but this was even more scintillating than she could ever have imagined.

She let her hand to slip down to her crotch, and bent the knee of her upper leg to allow access, and a much clearer view for Antony. God, she was so vulnerable and open, but it was so erotic and thrilling. Antony kept his eyes on her, focusing on her fingers wiggling in her folds, rubbing her clit, then slipping all four at once into her slick opening while her thumb continued to play with her swollen nub. Back and forth, in and out, she worked herself to both Antony and Lorne’s delight. Her head fell back into the crook of Lorne’s neck as he nuzzled her and pulled faster and harder on her sensitive nipples. She began to whimper and pant, getting ready to give herself a good push over the edge.

Lorne grabbed her wrist. “Slow down, my love. Let’s not give away the end of the story to Antony just yet.”

He clasped her hand in his, intertwining their fingers, and bringing them to his lips, kissing her hand delicately.

“Mmm,” he purred in her ear. “This is my happiest day. I have my two favourite people right here with me. Let’s show Antony just how hot you really are. Stay on your side.”

She felt Lorne move away from her, and she locked eyes with Antony again. He was smiling luxuriously, as if he were the cat who had swallowed the canary. His hand still held on to his cock, but he was no longer stroking it. He was leaning back, relaxed in the velvet chair, his legs lazily spread open while he absent-mindedly teased the tip of his prick. She felt the weight of the bed behind her as Lorne moved in closer again. She heard something tear open and she knew he was getting the condom ready, which meant he would soon be penetrating her while Antony drank in the scene of their lust. Just like she had imagined. How could she get any wetter?

“That’s it, baby,” said Lorne, “but let me lift this leg a little higher.”

He took the upper leg she had already brought up and hiked it into the crook of his elbow as he knelt sideways between her legs. He stretched it up further and further—
thank God for the yoga classes
, she thought—until he had leant forward enough to hook her leg on his shoulder. She realised, with her leg dangling over his back, he would be able to easily penetrate her sideways, and still be open enough so that Antony wouldn’t miss a thing.

“Is this okay for you?”

She could feel the length of him, warm, velvety and hard against her exposed folds. She needed him to fill her, stretch her wide and move furiously inside her moist opening, while Antony watched and stroked in unison.

“Oh yes,” she replied. “More than okay.”

Lorne began to guide himself into Alexa.

“Wait!” Antony called out. Lorna and Alexa froze. Alexa was so hot, wanted Lorne so bad, wanted Antony there with them, but she still wasn’t ready for more. Antony had promised no touching; was he going to ruin their whole juicy, wonderful evening?

“I need to be closer,” he said. He slipped down onto his knees from the chair and leant forward, one hand still grasping his dick, the other supporting his weight. His face was less than the length of his cock from her exposed cunt, and Lorne’s throbbing, waiting dick.

“Do it,” Antony commanded in his husky, all-male voice.

With that, Lorne plunged into Alexa and she was so grateful that she was finally being filled, she grasped the thick shaft with her pussy walls as he moved, teased, and burrowed completely into her.

Lorne leaned further back as he pummelled her and she felt another sensation. It was Antony’s hot breath on her clit as he began to openly pant while so close to their urgent coupling and while yanking vigorously at himself.
Oh God
, she thought,
if only he would bury his face into my pussy, or tongue my clit while Lorne was ramming my opening. That would be absolutely beyond belief
. The more she thought about it, the more she needed it. Oh, why wouldn’t he? There was no way it was because he was too shy.

She looked down at him. He looked up and connected with her eyes and smiled.

‘Lovely’, he mouthed. She realised then that he was honouring his promise to her. No matter how heightened their senses were, or how strong their desires, he would not break that promise. No touching of any kind, tongues included. She would have to change the rules if she was ready for the next step. Oh God, was she ever ready.

As Lorne nibbled her ears, tonguing the inside and keeping an insistent rhythm with his cock, he cupped her breast, and rolled her hard, aching nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Alexa looked deep into Antony’s eyes and said, “Yes. I want you to.”

Alexa hoped Antony understood that there was a double meaning in what she said, that she had also meant that she wanted him too.

Antony wedged his way in and caught her engorged clit with his soft lips. His tongue masterfully caressed it, as he lightly sucked and kept rhythm with their fucking. She looked down to see the long, dark tresses of Antony’s hair brushing her outer folds, and along Lorne’s cock as it appeared and disappeared inside her. This was the single most sensual thing she had ever seen. She couldn’t believe how intense this moment was; how overwhelming waves of sensation in so many of her most sensitive areas were bringing her alive in a way she had never been before. She openly cried out her pleasure as it built towards an unavoidable climax.