The Perfect Third

by Morticia Knight

  “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 bac
k 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.

  Antony licked aggressively at her clit with solid staying power, while moaning and bringing himself to the edge. Lorne continued his frenzied assault on her pussy and nipples, growling his pleasure as he did. Finally, she could hold back no longer.

  “I’m coming, I’m coming…”

  Lorne grunted, “Yes, my love. Take your pleasure.”

  He looked down with satisfaction at Antony, so thrilled that the three of them had come together naturally as one like this, without any forced pretensions. As Antony and Lorne locked eyes, they both knew. And now they would come together physically as well.

  As all three of the lovers loudly pronounced their fulfilment simultaneously, the roar was like music to Alexa’s ears. Their bodies relaxed. Antony rested his cheek on Alexa’s inner thigh and sighed in complete contentment. Lorne carefully unhooked Alexa’s leg from his shoulder and eased it down to his arm. Alexa laid her head across her arm and caressed the top of Antony’s head, while looking sideways at Lorne.

  “Aaah,” declared Lorne aloud, “the perfect third.”

  I do believe he is correct, thought a thoroughly satisfied and happy Alexa. She couldn’t wait to try Antony next. Or maybe both at the same time. The possibilities were endless, and intriguing. With complete assuredness she said, “I’m ready for more. What about the two of you?”

  Antony raised his eyebrow and turned to look at his two partners. “Alexa, you are both a surprise and a delight. Lorne, I’m an asshole, and you were right. I shouldn’t have been so doubting.”

  Lorne felt himself misting over a little, but didn’t think tears would add anything to the evening. He cleared his throat and said, “Apology accepted. And you’re not an asshole, just stubborn. But enough talk; our precious lady here is ready for more action, and we need to oblige her.”

  “My pleasure,” growled Antony, as he and Lorne moved in to kiss their lovely Alexa.

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  Excerpt

  Chapter One

  I sat staring into the fading orange-to-blue flames as they glowed from the remnants of a massive campfire. It was the final evening of what had been one of the most fun weekends I’d ever had with my closest circle of friends. Having just graduated from college, we were all heading into that dreadfully long phase of life called adulthood. I myself was the proud owner of a bachelor’s degree in science and was preparing to start my first job in a medical laboratory in three weeks.

  Planned as a celebration, a last hurrah before we all officially became grown-ups, the weekend had been spent hiking the trails and swimming the lake, with the guys unsuccessfully daring us girls to skinny-dip. We’d played and argued over various board and card games on the ageing picnic tables provided by the campground, and concluded each day in drunken revelry round the campfire. Feeling tired but oddly content, I allowed myself to become lost in my thoughts, surrounded by some of the people I cared for most in this world, while they exchanged stories of what would soon be known as ‘the good old days’. I was looking forward to seeing what the future held for us, what the future held for me. Well, for the most part anyway. One particular aspect of my future wasn’t looking so good, and I’d spent the better part of the weekend trying to convince myself that the time had come to make a very difficult decision.

  “Where’s the chocolate at? I need another s’more!” Mark’s sudden and loud announcement jarred me from my deep thoughts. He stood up and walked over to the picnic table, knocking over unoccupied fold-up camp chairs and spilling beers in the process. I couldn’t help but laugh at the wake of destruction my Hulkish friend had left in his quest for more chocolate.

  “Dude! Watch where you’re going!” Damien protested, jumping to his feet after his leg was soaked with beer. “These were the only dry jeans I had left here. Damn!”

  “Not anymore.” I smirked at him, and he replied with a middle finger. I waved my metal hot dog roaster at Mark. “Hey, Mac-daddy, will you hook me up with a couple more marshmallows?”

  He grinned at my years-old nickname for him and brought over the bag, plopping down in the chair next to me. “Anything for you, Sexy Lexi.”

  “You two are twenty-two years old, how much longer are you going to call each other those dumb fucking names?” groaned Natalie, Mark’s girlfriend. Scowling, she stretched her long legs to bring her feet closer to the fire. Though she and Mark were very much an item now and had been for nearly two years, she hated the fact that for four months in eighth grade, Mark and I had been together. We’d broken up, become the best of friends, and, to her chagrin, the pet names Mark and I had called each other through our short-lived romantic relationship had stuck throughout our mostly platonic one.

  “I’m cold, Mark,” she whined. “Why don’t we go back to our tent and you can warm me up?” She looked across the fire at him, running the tip of her tongue along her upper lip seductively.

  Mark shoved the entire freshly made s’more into his mouth. “Hot! Ow, fuck! Hoo, that’s hot. Yeah, babe, let’s go.” Crumbs and chunks flew as he spoke through a mouthful of graham crackery-chocolate-marshmallow goo.

  “Ugh, attractive,” Natalie muttered. “Good night, you guys.”

  “Night. Keep it down, huh? The walls here are thin,” Damien joked. He tipped his head towards the tent Tasha and I were sharing, where she and Corey had finally fallen blessedly silent. Tasha had drunk half a bottle of Sour Apple Pucker and had become horny as hell, and when she’d decided she was ready for bed, Corey hadn’t hesitated to accept her invitation to join her. It turned out that Tasha was quite the screamer but, of course, being her roommate, I already knew this. Here in the mostly silent forest, however, through the paper-thin walls of their tent, it had made for a whole new listening experience, and not necessarily a good one.

  Mark grinned again. “We’ll try to keep it down, but I’m not making any promises.” The two love birds disappeared into their tent, leaving Damien and I alone to sit companionably by the fire.

  With all of us having been friends since high school or earlier, we’d been through so much together over the years.
Tasha, Mark, Corey and I had known each other since the fifth grade, becoming close friends during middle school. Damien and Natalie, brother and sister, had moved to town in our junior year of high school and had somehow fallen in sync with our group. Corey and Natalie had hit it off and dated until halfway through senior year, while Damien had spent a lot of time skipping school and smoking weed with his stoner buddy, Parker, at either of their parents’ homes. I might have been there with them a time or three. Amazingly, when we all took the SAT, Damien’s scores had been through the roof and, thanks to the college funds left to him and Natalie by their grandparents, he had been able to join us when we had gone off to college.

  Natalie and Mark had eventually hooked up and, with college over and real life looming, were now looking at getting an apartment together. Tasha and Corey were finally making a move on their connection that had for years been obvious to everyone but them. Damien and I were the odd ones out, and had become pretty tight over the course of our college years as a result. We’d even double-dated occasionally; me with Jarrod, who I’d been seeing for a little over a year, and Damien with whomever he was dating that particular week. I’d often kidded with him about his inability to retain a girlfriend for longer than a three-week stretch, but he’d just flash me those pearly whites and say ‘the ones worth keepin’ seem to be spoken for; I gotta make do with what’s available’. Lately, though, I’d begun to envy his freedom.

  Jarrod had opted not to come on this camping trip. He got along okay with my friends, but had never made a real attempt to get to know them. His attitude towards them, and me, had worsened lately, so I was more than fine with his decision not to come. I could relax and have fun with my friends without having to worry about whether or not Jarrod was having a good time, something I seemed to spend more and more of my time doing these days.

  “Hey, are you gonna eat those or are you just giving an offering to the campfire gods?”