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  The Perfect Third

  ISBN # 978-1-78184-014-6

  ©Copyright Morticia Knight 2012

  Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright June 2012

  Edited by Laura Hulley

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  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

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  Published in 2012 by Total-E-Bound Publishing, Think Tank, Ruston Way, Lincoln, LN6 7FL, United Kingdom.

  Warning:

  This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Total-e-burning and a sexometer of 2.

  This story contains 44 pages, additionally there is also a free excerpt at the end of the book containing 5 pages.

  THE PERFECT THIRD

  Morticia Knight

  Alexa is young, sexy and single in New York. She’s also alone. When she meets two hunky musicians, will they make her their perfect third?

  Alexa is young, sexy and single in New York. She’s also alone. But she doesn’t want to date any more of the stuffy men she meets through her job at the law firm – she needs some excitement. When she meets hunky Lorne, a film score composer, at a premiere after-party, she can’t believe her luck when he asks her out.

  After an incredibly hot night of sex, when it seems that this is just the relationship she’s been waiting for, things inexplicably cool down. Does his best friend and roommate, the dangerously handsome Antony, have anything to do with it?

  One night the truth of Lorne and Antony’s relationship is revealed to Alexa, and she has a difficult choice to make. Is she willing to just let go and become their perfect third?

  Dedication

  To my amazing family—you are everything to me!

  To Nosferatu—the love of my life.

  To K.S.—my first and most loyal fan.

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

  Jimmy Choo: Jimmy Choo Ltd.

  iPhone: Apple Inc.

  Ralph Lauren: Ralph Lauren Corporation

  Ketel One: Nolet Distillery

  Stolichnaya: SPI Group

  Grey Goose: Bacardi & Company Ltd.

  Chapter One

  Alexa Wharton unsnapped the front of her deep purple, lacy, push-up bra and let it fall to the floor. With the last bit of clothing off her body, she inspected herself in the full-length antique mirror in her bedroom. Her round, heavy breasts hung beautifully, her large pink nipples peaked from the slight chill in the room. As she continued looking down her body, she smiled in satisfaction at how her Pilates and yoga classes had helped to shape her torso into a lean, but still feminine form. Slightly curved hips, a flat tummy and a perky ass with long legs made her any man’s dream.

  Yet, she was alone. She pulled her long, brunette curls into a ponytail that fell to the middle of her back, and scrunched up her slightly upturned nose in the mirror. She was almost twenty-five years old, a quarter of a century. What a thought that was. It was getting scary to think that someone who was as sensual as she was could be this hopeless when it came to finding a deep love and real pleasure in her life.

  Perhaps it was time to take the proverbial bull by the horns, or at least his horn as it were, and really make something happen. She had always been attractive enough that having to go after a man hadn’t been a problem—many had approached her. The guys in her law firm in the financial district of downtown New York City never hesitated to come on to her. But she needed to remain professional, while having a social life. So she made do with meeting potential dates at attorney get-togethers where there were men from other firms. She wasn’t much of a bar scene girl, and most of her friends were already in committed relationships.

  Throwing on her cream silk robe, she went into the living room of her Soho apartment and opened her laptop. Internet sources might be a possibility. She wasn’t quite ready for an e-date service, but maybe some ideas on the latest hot clubs, or she could look into joining a social group. This is pathetic. What sort of lame social group was she going to join? The same old business-minded, straight-laced men were not what she wanted. She had always fantasised about being with a wild and uninhibited male who would open up her mind and body to all manner of erotic thrills. She wanted a bawdy man with staying power. Someone creative and daring, who was ready to turn her on over and over again, all night long. I wouldn’t say no to a huge dick either.

  Just then her desk phone rang, and she jumped, abruptly torn from her sexual reverie. It was Jill, a very upwardly mobile colleague at her firm who loved to party, but could still negotiate the finer points of a business contract on only three hours of sleep. She was a tall and lanky temptress with a short, red bob who could literally charm the pants off any man.

  “Hey, hot stuff,” she cooed into the phone. “What are you doing at home at eight p.m. on a Saturday night, you naughty thing? Or should I say, you not very naughty thing?”

  “Ha! I suppose I should ask you the same. You are the one calling me, after all, and I don’t hear the customary laughter and clinking glasses in the background. Nor do I hear any dance beats, so you can’t be at a club. Don’t tell me you’re losing your touch…”

  “Now, now. Don’t be cranky with me just because you haven’t had a decent lay in ages. But I may just have the perfect solution for you.”

  “Oh really?” said Alexa, secretly marvelling at how Jill’s call perfectly fit her mood.

  “Yes, really,” laughed Jill. “Now, a Hollywood producer client of mine has been trying to get in my pants—no big surprise there—for ages. So his latest bid to impress me was to invite me to the New York premiere of Locked and Loaded at the Lincoln Centre.”

  “That’s awesome, but what does that have to do with me?”

  “Stay with me on this. He had to leave town at the last minute, so he had someone bring the tickets over to my office. Well, Bob—you know the guy that just joined the firm from Boston? He was taking me from behind in the conference room, and somehow I might have mentioned this premiere thing. Anyway, I don’t actually want to hang out with Bob. He can screw me or whatever, but I’m not at all interested in going to this thing with him. So I told him I’d already invited a friend. It’s next Friday night. There’s a party afterwards, and I’m willing to bet it will be filled with stunningly fuckable hotties.”

  “Well, since you put it that way…” said Alexa sarcastically, but Jill was off on her own agenda.

  “Great then! We’ll go over all the details Monday. Now get out there and do the nasty with someone already.”

  “Don’t worry, it’s right here on my list. Pick up shampoo, call landlord about leaky faucet, do the nasty. Got it.”

  There was a pause while Jill processed the smart-ass commenting that Alexa was known for.

  Finall
y, Jill laughed. “Oh, you! You’re so silly. See ya Monday.”

  Alexa hung up the phone and pondered this sudden turn of events. Stunningly fuckable hotties? This did have possibilities. Artists, crazy Hollywood actors, who knew what else? This could be much more exciting than the typical business and financial types who only wanted a quick release so they could go back to scouring the Nikkei index.

  She decided this was it, her moment to shine. She was going to go all out, buy a new dress, Jimmy Choo heels, racy underthings. She was even going to get the ultimate ‘I plan to get fucked hard’ accessory—a bikini wax. She had almost a week to pull her quest for hot sex together.

  Chapter Two

  Lorne McCall gazed down at the hot blonde that was sucking him off, as his best friend Antony Karavidas undressed and watched. Denise, who had amazingly voluptuous breasts, had been doing both of them for almost a month. Both Lorne and Antony agreed she was enjoyable, but in the same way that she was just using them for a good time, they knew she wasn’t the one. The one that would complete the threesome that they craved. The threesome they had cherished when Monika had been with them, when they’d been a triplet.

  A trio of sex, yes, but just like the music that Lorne and Antony created for a living, the three of them had been like a triplet in a song—in unison, completely joined. He still couldn’t believe she had decided to go back to her native Denmark, everything had seemed so good. The past year without Monika had been difficult, and Antony had tried to convince Lorne that she’d been a trial run for the real thing. The woman that would complete their triangle, and then they could all devote themselves to one another in spirit, heart and definitely in body.

  Until then, there were women like the lovely Denise. Beautiful, sexy, but completely uninterested in Antony and Lorne’s desired lifestyle. A night here and there of searingly hot sex was fine, but it was all in fun.

  Lorne sighed loudly enough to make Antony raise an eyebrow, a trademark look for him. Lorne winked to let Antony know that it was all right, just a passing moment. Denise continued slurping and sucking Lorne’s thick, long shaft hungrily. She was seated at the end of the bed, and Lorne stood in front of her, guiding himself in and out, knowing Denise’s deep throat capabilities only too well. Antony, now completely nude, sat on the edge of the bed, next to them, and began to rub his cock while enjoying the show.

  It had been almost ten years now since Lorne and Antony had met as music students at Juilliard. Lorne was a typical East Coast bred, all-American, blond male. Antony, on the other hand, had shoulder-length, wavy, black hair, and was the second generation Greek god that had made all of the girls at Juilliard swoon in ecstasy. Lorne hadn’t exactly been short on swooning ladies either, but he didn’t have the same exotic edge as Antony. He seemed more like the solid, safe guy a mom and dad wanted a girl to marry.

  Lorne and Antony had hit it off immediately. Both had been very serious about their musical aspirations and studies. But while Antony had eventually become more invested in being a conductor on Broadway—as he was a bit of a showman—Lorne had become a very sought-after film score composer. Between the two of them, they were financially well off, sharing a penthouse in Manhattan that overlooked Central Park.

  Like many college buddies, they had sometimes gone on double dates. One telling night a couple of years after they’d met, they’d agreed to join their dates at a club. One of the two women hadn’t shown up, and they’d decided they shouldn’t let a good night go to waste. This was how their true preferences had become known, as all three had ended the evening together in bed. When it was over, Lorne and Antony had discussed what had happened, and realised that it had been the most erotic and fulfilling sexual experience they’d ever had. It had also revealed to them that they would never feel truly fulfilled sexually without the other present; they liked the voyeuristic and exhibitionist aspects of ménage.

  Then they’d bought the penthouse together, and that was when they’d met Monika. The timing had seemed fortuitous.

  Monika was a stunning, supermodel-tall, athletically built blonde. She had come to the States to get a musical she’d written produced on Broadway. Once the run of the musical had finished, she’d informed them both that she was leaving. She’d told them they were both ‘sweet’ and that her time with them had been ‘lovely’. It had seemed so much more to the both of them. Maybe Antony was right, Lorne thought. She was just practice for the ultimate when it arrived. Oh well, I might as well get in a little more practice with Denise.

  He looked sideways at Antony, who gave a slight nod. They were so used to each other, and knew how to non-verbally communicate exactly what sexy move was next on the evening’s agenda. Lorne held Denise’s head, as he gently backed out of her mouth.

  “Oh, darling,” she purred, “I wasn’t done eating.”

  “I know, but we have something special for you tonight. What you said you always wanted to try.”

  Denise took in a quick breath. “You mean…”

  “Yes, baby. Now be a good girl and get on top of Antony.”

  Antony, already clued-up to the night’s festivities, had positioned himself on his back on the bed. He scooted over to the middle, but still kept his legs over the end with his feet on the ground. He had stroked himself to a good hard erection. Lorne’s long and thick cock was impressive, but Antony’s God-like erection was spectacular. Denise had been begging for what they were about to do for a long time, but they always wanted to make sure a girl knew what she was getting into—or, more accurately, what was getting into her—before they attempted it.

  “Hold on, boys,” she said lasciviously. “If we’re going to do what I think we’re going to do, I want to use some of my toys.”

  Lorne was puzzled, but Antony looked almost insulted.

  “I’m sure you’ll get plenty of pleasure from what our cocks are about to do to you,” said Antony, trying not to let his pride bring the evening to a halt.

  “Oh, sugar, I know they will! It’s just that, well, you boys are so…organic in your tastes. I’ve wanted to add a little more spice to things for a while. I promise you, it’s purely to heighten what I’m already sure will be sensational.”

  Antony looked at Lorne to gauge his reaction. Lorne merely shrugged as if to say ‘Why not?’

  “Sure, babe, tell us what you want.”

  “Okay, Lorne darling. Antony’s already nice and ready for me here. Do you mind grabbing my little bag of tricks over by my closet door?”

  Lorne looked in the direction she was pointing and saw a small black tote. He picked it up, and when he unzipped the top to view the contents he got the complete picture of what she wanted. Their kinky little Denise liked it rough. Lorne and Antony had very little in the way of taboos, but BDSM had never been their first choice with a date. They both truly loved women, and would never do anything to hurt or degrade one. But if that was something the woman wanted, they would do their best to please her.

  “Any requests?”

  He could see Antony sitting up on the bed, straining around Denise to try to get a good look at what was going on. The evening had taken an interesting turn.

  “Well…” she purred, “I hate to ruin any surprises you might have, but I’m guessing I’m finally going to get stuffed with both of your yummy cocks at once?”

  Lorne was unable to stop himself from grinning. “Very good, my little vixen. But the question remains—are they going to go in one or two holes at the same time?”

  “Well played,” she grinned back, obviously enjoying the tease. “In that case, I think I’ll pick my nipple clamps—the ones with the attached chain and collar—and the small flogger.”

  Lorne held up an item for her inspection. “Okay. What next?”

  “Put me in whatever position you were about to, and I’ll tell you what I want, m’kay?”

  Antony went back to reclining on the end of the bed. Lorne directed Denise to climb on top of him, and her still-moist pussy stretched to accommodate
Antony’s massive cock as she impaled herself on him. She let out a long, drawn-out groan, sliding down until she was fully seated on him.

  “Stay still,” Lorne whispered from behind Denise. “Shall I apply these?” He dangled the clamps with chain and collar next to her.

  “Would you, lover?”

  Lorne began to suckle one tit to bring the nipple to a hard peak. Antony leaned up on one elbow, Denise’s ample breasts easily allowing him to draw her other nipple into his hungry mouth. As Antony continued to suck on her, Lorne let go of her other one, grabbed her pebbled tip, and placed the first clamp on.

  “Ooooh, yes, that’s nice,” she growled, her head lolling back, her eyes closed.

  Antony let her other nipple fall from his mouth, and Lorne caught it; repeating the same move on the other side. Now that she was fully clamped with her purpling tips protruding from the harsh device, the chain and what looked like a dog collar hung uselessly. She started writhing on Antony, obviously ready for action.

  “Hold on, baby, not so fast. First off, what about this collar?”

  She opened her eyes and looked at Antony. “Why, it’s for Antony, of course. While we’re fucking, and it gets really wild, my nipples will get pulled and yanked. Ooooh, I might cream just thinking about it!”

  Antony gave Lorne a look as if to say, ‘Why do I get the collar?’, but Lorne just smirked, and placed it around his neck.

  “What about this little whip thing you have here?”

  “Lover, you just need to whip my ass a few times with that, get my cheeks nice and toasty, and then do whatever it is you guys had planned. I am not even kidding—I am so turned on right now—and I need some stuffing!”