The Perfect Third (3 page)

Lorne laughed. “No. I mean about taking off. I would like a chance to get to know you better.”

Alexa was not at all used to such a direct approach, especially from such an incredible-looking man. Just then, the lead actress from the film, a stunning brunette, approached Lorne, completely ignoring Alexa.

“Lorne. Baby!” she cooed. “Your music made that film. It was so exciting, so thrilling.”

She was very close to him, practically rubbing herself on him. She was average height, even in her stiletto heels, and he was taller than most men.

He looked down at her. “You were what made it thrilling, Veronica,” he said politely, “but my friend Alexa and I were just leaving. You look stunning, by the way!” He grabbed Alexa’s hand and directed her towards the front door, as they wound their way through the boisterous crowd, leaving a confused Veronica in their wake. Speechless, Alexa waited until they were outside in the cool night air to stop him.

“What was that all about?” she said.

“I’m sorry about that,” said Lorne. “Sometimes she can be a little demanding. I don’t have any relationship with her of that sort.”

“Oh,” said Alexa. “I didn’t mean to… I mean, that’s none of my business. So, what music was she talking about?”

“I’ll tell you what,” said Lorne, “if you will let me take you somewhere much quieter and less pretentious, we can relax and talk without any of these unnecessary interruptions.”

Stunned at this fortunate turn of events, Alexa agreed.

* * * *

Later that night, Alexa found herself also agreeing to go home with Lorne, essentially a complete stranger. True, they had spent almost two hours at a pub having sandwiches and ale and getting to know about one another, but still, this was so unlike her. The bar had been closing up, and he had suggested they go back to his place for some coffee so that they could continue talking. It seemed innocent enough, but could she really believe this hunk wanted her to have coffee and biscuits at two in the morning? Or was it more likely she was supposed to be the dessert?

She had to be honest with herself. She wanted to be his dessert. She had never hungered for a man the way she was hungering for him. He was sexy, handsome, intelligent, had a great sense of humour, and was obviously talented. Finally, why waste a perfectly good bikini wax?

When they arrived at Lorne’s penthouse suite, Alexa looked around the large living room that was done in chrome, glass and white leather furniture. He had a gorgeous view of the upper Manhattan skyline, and more square footage than she was accustomed to seeing in a New York City abode. As she took one step down into the living room, to the left was a stunning white grand piano, and she realised that his composing for film was probably done on this very instrument. The way everything was laid out in the room told her this was a very particular man who only loved the finer things in life.

She felt his light touch on her shoulders as he carefully slid her coat off. “Please,” he said softly near the back of her neck, “make yourself at home.”

Not daring to turn around and look at him—he would be so close to her their lips might touch—she stepped all the way into the room and sat at one end of the expansive leather sofa. Lorne carefully laid her coat on the love-seat at a right angle to her, then stepped over to the piano and sat down. He kept his eyes trained on her as he began to play a lovely melody that she soon recognised. It was the theme from the film she’d seen that night. It had such a different feel when stripped down to its organic basics. He didn’t say a word until he’d finished.

“Come sit with me.” He indicated next to him on the bench.

Alexa got up from the sofa, wondering just what he was up to. As she sat down on his right, he took her hands and laid them on the keys. She quickly pulled them back.

“Oh no, I can’t play,” she said.

He chuckled lightly. “That’s okay. I just want to show you something.”

She felt insecure, and didn’t want him to see her looking inept, but also didn’t want to be a bore. She put her hands back on the keys.

“What should I do?”

“Well,” he said, “music has a few basic elements. The part that I’m going to show you up here is the treble clef, the higher notes. I’ll play the bass, or the lower notes. Typically, in choirs, the female voices sing the higher notes in the treble clef; alto and soprano. The men sing tenor and bass in the bass clef. Together, they make a complete song. Alone, it isn’t full or complete. Together, well, it becomes music.”

“Wow.” What he said was so beautiful, she couldn’t think of an equally meaningful response.

He showed her a few notes, and let her play them over and over. Then he started to play some notes on the lower keys, and she got mixed up.

“That’s okay,” he said. “Try it again.”

This time she was able to keep doing her part when he added his.

“You’re a natural,” he said, somewhat cryptically.

They repeated it a few times and she couldn’t believe it. Here she was, playing music with an award-winning composer who was also one of the hottest guys she’d seen in a long time. Definitely the hottest she had ever been alone with before. It had been quite a week so far. How could it get any better?

Lorne showed her exactly how by turning to her and taking her face in both his hands. He then lowered his lips to hers and began to softly explore the inside of her mouth with his tongue. As he started to move his tongue deeper, he slipped one hand down to her waist and drew her closer. Her response to his need was stronger than she could ever have imagined with a man she’d just met.

He broke the kiss just enough to whisper to her, “Come with me.”

Alexa felt as though she would follow any command Lorne gave her at that moment, and with heightening anticipation she allowed him to lead her over to the sofa. He motioned for her to sit, and then he went around and dimmed the lights. She was wet and willing, but also overwhelmingly aware that she might just be the flavour of the day. However, her mounting desire for Lorne took over, and she decided she would just go with it and field the possible fallout later.

“Do you like red wine, or would you prefer champagne?”

Letting her choose was a nice gesture

“I love red.”

He smiled. “Me too. I have an excellent Northern California Cabernet. Would you like to try it?”

“Yes, I would love to.”

He went about the room getting glasses and the wine, starting a fire in the fireplace and lighting candles. The delay was getting her nerves all worked up, and she hoped she would be able to relax enough with him to enjoy what was sure to be an incredible interlude. When he finally came back over and sat next to her, he apologised.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. I honestly hadn’t thought this would happen tonight. I guess I’m not enough of a player. I would have had everything all set up already, just in case.”

She wanted to believe him when he said that, but only time would tell.

“I’m not interested in a player,” she said, “so no complaints.”

“Excellent. Shall we drink to no one being a player?”

“Works for me.” She raised her glass.

After a large swallow of wine, Lorne set his glass on the coffee table and leaned into Alexa. He looked directly into her eyes, and locked his lips on hers once again. She melted into him, allowing herself to shut her eyes and feel the moment. Lorne used both hands to explore her body, sliding up and down her, briefly fondling her breasts, stroking her hair, petting the side of her face. Alexa began heating up again, and reciprocated by rubbing his broad, muscular chest, and caressing the stone-hard tops of his thighs.

Abruptly, Lorne pulled back and stood up. He looked down at her as she leant back against the arm of the sofa, and began to unbutton the white tuxedo shirt he was wearing, throwing the bow tie to the ground. His chest exposed, Alexa feasted her eyes on just how well built he was, with just a light smattering of golden hair. He undid his belt and slacks, which were also then cast aside. He was left standing in black briefs that strained under the hardness of his generous cock.

“Would you like to do the final honours?” he said to her, a mischievous tone to his voice.

Alexa wanted to rip the fabric from his body to get at what was being held prisoner beneath. She leant forward so that her face was even with his crotch. Feeling lightheaded from the wine, and maybe a little dangerous, she grabbed the elastic waistband with her teeth and began tugging it downward. He was so hard, it was difficult to get the underwear to cooperate, so she gave it an extra tug with both her hands.

Finally his large prize was free, and she immediately caught it with her lips, licking and tonguing the shaft, teasing the tip as she eased it in and out of her mouth. Lorne placed both hands on her head, moaning, and began to thrust his cock deep into her, pushing at the back of her throat as she opened up to take as much of him as she could.

Lorne held her head fast in his hands, so Alexa was free to begin sliding out of her silk dress. As it fell to her waist, she lifted up slightly to get it the rest of the way off. She sat perched on the edge of his white couch in a red satin lace bra and thong panties. She saw Lorne looking down at her and hoped that the sight of his thick prick ramming into her face and her full C-cup breasts bouncing in the red push-up bra was bringing him true delight.

She was briefly unsure of herself as he pulled his dick out of her mouth, but he reassured her. “You are way too sexy in this outfit, with a sweet, sumptuous mouth. I’m afraid I won’t be able to contain myself.”

He knelt down in front of her and began to kiss her again, and she could feel that her mouth was sloppy and her lips were swollen from the recent assault of his shaft. Her cheeks were flushed, and he watched as her chest rose alluringly with fast breath. He began to explore her again, and he made it clear it was time for the rest of her clothing to come off. He undid her bra, and she helped move things along by sliding her panties off.

“I appreciate your enthusiasm,” he said, locking with her eyes again. “I plan to reward it.”

He pushed her back on the couch, lifted one of her legs up against its back, and positioned the other so that her foot touched the floor. With her splayed before him, he began to caress and rub the inside of her thighs, reaching higher towards her hips, and rubbing her stomach. She leant back on her elbows and moaned. He reached a little higher and cupped both breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples until they were hard.

“Oh, yes,” she whispered. “That feels so good.”

As he continued to work her nipples, he slid closer to her until his mouth reached her inner thighs, where he nipped and licked at the sensitive skin. He alternated licking, love-biting, and brushing his lips back and forth on each side, moving ever closer to the lovely folds between her legs. She was beginning to move slightly under his ministrations, her hips thrusting forward, closer to his busy mouth.

“Oh, Lorne, please,” she begged. “Please…”

“Mmmm…that’s nice, the way you’re asking. I think I should give you your reward…”

Lorne’s tongue thrust deep between her wet pussy lips and soft, trimmed curls and searched for her waiting clit. She cried out in pleasure, and began to buck more insistently beneath his lips. Clearly inspired by her obvious enjoyment, he slicked his tongue around and over her clit, furiously bringing her to a frenzy. Just when it seemed she would lose control, he backed off, and let his tongue go to other parts of her most intimate area.

First he pushed into her vagina, his strong tongue acting like a little cock as it rammed into her. Then he lifted her hips a little more, and his tongue travelled further back, teasing between her back cheeks, searching for her other entrance. He swiped his tongue at the hole a few times, and Alexa responded to every little thing he did with all types of cries of pleasure. Lorne laid her down, and began to move back up to her throbbing clit. This time he furiously wiggled it with his tongue, not letting up for a second. Alexa’s whimpers and cries were becoming stronger and more rhythmic, her hips keeping time with the dance of Lorne’s tongue.

He kept at her until she could hold back no longer. As he grasped her hips tightly, seemingly to control her pleasure, she screamed out in release, Lorne only backing off when she was fully done. He kept his face between her thighs as she panted in the aftermath, kissing the inside of her thighs again and again until she was completely through.

“My God, you taste heavenly,” he said.

With that, he turned her over onto her stomach.

“Are you ready for more?”

“Oh yes, Lorne.” She could barely talk, she was still so aroused. “Do whatever you want; that was fantastic.”

“Whatever I want? Are you sure?”

Alexa had a moment of trepidation, but she had promised herself she would find the real thing. Hot love and hot sex, the combination that she really wanted. She would never know if this might be it unless she gave it a go.

“Yes. Do whatever you want.”

“We’ll start with this, and then after that we’ll find out if you still mean it.”

She had no idea what that meant, but she had just been more fulfilled by a man than she had ever been before in her life. She wanted more and more. Maybe this was the man who could give her every fantasy she had ever had, and whom she could give herself to with no shame? Maybe even be the one she could truly love…

Lying across her back, he began to nuzzle and kiss her neck, and then travel further down. His kisses were soft little tickles that gave her chills and began to stir the heat within her anew. He continued lower and lower, and she could tell he was going to pay another visit to her backside. As he nipped at her ass cheeks, he began to spread them apart. He dived deeper within her ass, and explored even more this time. He not only teased the opening, but he moistened the tight hole with the tip of his tongue, pushing harder and harder, until with a sudden thrust he was inside the previously untried opening. He wriggled his tongue inside her and she felt the strongest erotic thrill she had ever experienced.