Triple Major

by Lana Hartley

  “I thought you were having tea with Ileana?” Vincent says.

  “She had an unexpected scheduling conflict.”

  “I see.” He gives me a knowing nod.

  “A scheduling mix up; that’s not like Theresa,” Isadora says.

  “Well, I think it’s worked for the best.” I reply. “Don’t you?”

  “Did you enjoy the show?” Isadora asks.

  “Of course.”

  Vincent laughs. “Who wouldn’t enjoy watching?” he says, dropping a kiss on her cheek as we start to stroll up the path toward the palace.”

  “I think I’ll go back to our chambers. Will you be coming?” Vincent asks.

  “No, I think I’m in the mood for some music,” Isadora says with a sly smile.

  “Well, enjoy,” Vincent says, turning onto the path that will take him to our wing of the palace.

  “Oh she will,” I say.

  Isadora

  I hear music. It’s a lovely, soothing piano song. Where is it coming from? Who is the artist? The sun is just going down on a long day. I follow the music. I feel that whatever this day had, tonight beholds something much better.

  Getting closer to the music, I realize it’s not the radio or some CD—it’s live. I hear precious mistakes. I hear the tender melt of fingers upon keys.

  I see him in the conservatory room, which is romantically lit with moonlight and a few candles, and smells fresh of dirt from the plants being watered earlier today.

  Nathan is dressed down this morning. Most people who lounge in the conservatory don’t wear the very best jacket or their most flawless pants.

  I take advantage of the few moments to really see him. Seeing someone in their element, the comfort of themselves is entirely different than when they know they’re being watched, and their walls go up like kudzu and they battle insecurities. Right now he might as well be naked…

  And literally speaking, the only thing Nathan has on is his jeans, so he’s somewhat naked. No shirt so he’s showing off his ripped abs, his deliciously smooth, clean skin. His jeans drift down around his jutted hipbones which are as perfect as two teardrops. I watch how they just drift there, how his body pours into those distressed jeans like perfect warm skin and bone. I want to rush over to him, to make our own lovely music, but this moment is too good to destroy.

  I stare at his beautiful feet, where the ankles of his jeans are a bit worn and frays of fabric hang there. His feet are perfect—clean, smooth. He takes care of himself head to toe, this prince.

  He stops playing, sensing me there. We eye each other for a long, still second. His eyes have never looked bigger or a darker brown. They are heavenly tonight, dark and full of secrets. I want to know every single one.

  “That was…a nice song.”

  He moves his hands away from the keys altogether and rests them in his lap.

  “Thanks.” He seems forlorn.

  “I’m sorry, I can go…”

  He stands up, reaching for his smokes.

  “No, don’t go.” My eyes fall to his hips, those jeans slip down just a few heavenly inches. I can see the outline of his perfect manhood—speaking of inches. He’s so big and long he must tuck it into his right pant leg. My midnight appetite is stirring.

  He comes over to me, and I cast my eyes down to look at his feet.

  “Why would you go?” he asks the right questions, Prince Nathan.

  “I don’t know.” It’s been a while; I’m hungry for his kiss. He doesn’t hesitate. He wraps is arms around me, and we let ourselves get lost in a long, hot kiss. His stubble rubs my face, and he picks me up and carries me over to the grand piano. The glass doors are open so the sounds of the rich night filter inside.

  It’s perfect—the smell coming through the doors, the fresh, calm, cool night air.

  He closes his mouth around mine, and I place my feet on his hips so my little toes are on the waist of his jeans, and I try to push them down. They don’t give, even though they seem like they drag and just want to fall to his beautiful feet.

  My toes trace it over his jean-covered cock, which is growing hard beneath my touch.

  “Mm,” he moans. He likes the teasing feel of my little foot against his growing dick. “Mmm…Oh…Isadora.” His voice is soft but so deep. I kiss him hard, and he thrusts his hips between my thighs, and I open my mouth as inviting him in. The kisses are quite brutal expressing deep hunger for each other. Hunger that feels like rage.

  I reach down for his stubborn jeans, determined to get them off. I want to feel the warm skin of his agitated cock.

  I find the three golden buttons of his jeans and pull them through the slits. They loosen, and I push them down with my toes. Now we’re getting down to the nitty gritty. He’s wearing black boxer shorts and I place my toes through their window and feel the warmth of his cock. He kisses me really hard as his hands slide up my legs under my dress.

  “Oh…” I move anxiously, waiting for the moment his fingers find their way into my panties—his assertive, thick fingers greedy to touch my quivering wet pussy.

  “AHHH!” I grin and all but lose it, stretching out on the piano so my long blonde hair falls off the edge.

  He fills me up with four fingers. My leg lifts in response and the heel of my foot slides over the smooth oak surface of the piano. My arms are spread as well as my legs.

  “I’ve been thinking…about you all day…” I let go of the confession. He’s listening; I can tell by the way he kisses my inner thighs. I pull on my hair, burning for him tonight. He pulls away for the moment, and his cock is sticking out of his boxers shorts as he comes around to the piano keys and pulls on my ankles so I swing around and my toes are on the keys. He gets on top of the piano stool and leans forward.

  Tonight I want to feel everything on my little pink pussy—his teeth, his stubble, his tongue, his whole mouth, his fingers, and lastly his thick, long cock having its way with me. I’ve been craving Nathan in a psychotic way, a way that feels a bit insane. Unhealthy.

  I feel queasy, like I might pass out. He’s the one who keeps me up at night whether we’re together or not. If he’s not in my pussy, he’s on my mind. Something about the way he hugs me, that look in his eye when I walk into the room, like he’s forgotten what he was about to say and he might jump up and grab me if I walk out.

  I’m starting to need him more and more every day, to the point where it’s hard to breathe. If I saw him with another girl, I bet my heart would break and I’d choke on it.

  “Please…oh…”

  Tonight he feels marvellous, and every nerve in my pussy is grateful for him. I feel him in a way I never have before; it’s not just his cock or the thrusting—it’s him—it’s all of him.

  “Nathan,” I sigh his name like he’s ripping me apart and putting me back together again.

  “Nathan!”

  “Baby, sweet girl,” he says, kissing my soft breasts as he fills me up inside.

  “Stay,” I say.

  “I’m not going anywhere,” he assures. “I’m exactly where I want to be.”

  This draws a tear from me and then another. I’ve been kind of emotional lately. Is it my period? I am due for one soon. I’ve just been on the verge of crying over the slightest thing. But this isn’t a slight thing. Nathan isn’t a slight thing.

  “Oh…” He moves slowly inside of me and breathes heavily against my neck.

  “I wanna come in you, sweet girl, and then play…you…a song.”

  He comes and it’s a slow, hot orgasm. I feel him leak out inside of me, and we lie there for quite some time panting in sync. A gentle breeze flows in over our sexed bodies. Fireflies light up the dark outside behind us like candle flames going in and out in a breeze.

  I run my hand through his hair and let him feel vulnerable for the moment. He’s still inside me, though deflating. If he moves any slight way, he could slip out.

  The conservatory room is naturally lit, and right now the outside lighting surrounding the m
ansion creates a very romantic glow.

  “There’s a firefly in here,” I say, ever so softly.

  He looks around, lifting his head where it’s been comfortably burrowed into my neck, and tries to spot it. It’s the sexiest thing to see him in this way—relaxed, satisfied. Still dripping inside of me.

  “You have to wait,” I say, “for when it wants to light up.”

  “What do you think makes them light up?” Nathan wonders with boyish curiosity.

  “I don’t know…their heart.” I’m just being romantic. Or cheesy. I’m not sure.

  “Really?” Nathan actually believes me, and it’s the cutest thing.

  “Yes.” I let him believe it. Maybe it’s true anyway, I don’t really know.

  He slips out of me then tucks himself away before he sits at the piano and begins playing a song. It’s a lovely old song. I can’t place what it is exactly, but it sounds really good.

  I watch him play and there is a sensitivity about him I never noticed before. There’s a sadness that flows out of his fingers onto the keys. Something haunts Nathan every single day of his life. I never knew it until now because he doesn’t talk about it. He’s quiet about his demons as most men are, but I can hear it now.

  I can hear it in the song.

  I go over to him and that firefly lights up. I sit down next to him, and he abruptly stops and turns toward me.

  “You play something,” he tells me.

  I’m caught off guard.

  “Huh?”

  “You play something.” He demonstrates as if I don’t know what he means by playing some keys.

  “I…okay.”

  “Music, Isadora, is the best way to express ourselves. Music’s a beast. And a princess.” He grins. Oh, Nathan. “I bet Vincent can’t play,” he says with a smirk as sharp as a knife.

  “Well, what do you want me to play?”

  “Isadora, play what you want to play. Play how you feel right now.”

  I admit I’m a little intimidated by this. I’m shy when it comes to certain things. I’m not a show off. I’m not an entertainer in any sense of the word.

  “Well…”

  “Isadora,” Nathan says, somewhat dark and short. “I’m not a man of patience, you know.”

  “I know.” I grin. The lightning bug lights up again as I bravely place my fingers on the keys and start playing. I have no idea what I’m doing, but there’s something fun and fascinating about it. About just hearing what comes out.

  It takes me a minute, but I find my stride playing a lovely tune. Nathan gets up and walks around so he’s standing behind me in those sexy jeans of his. I’m dying to feel him all over again, but I finish the song first.

  “That was lovely, Isadora. See? You don’t know what you’re capable of until you just let yourself go.”

  “Thanks.”

  “What’s the song called?” he asks of the song I just played.

  “Firefly,” I smile. “It can be our song.”

  “Perfect,” Nathan says as he unzips his jeans. His delicious cock pops out. I can’t get over how thick it is, beautifully pink.

  I stare at it as he comes over, and I stand up to greet him with a kiss. He picks me up, my little feet dangling as he places me on the piano.

  He reaches back and pulls the zipper down my back so my dress loosens and the straps fall off my shoulders. He traces his hands over the silk cups of my bra. I sigh.

  “Let’s just stay naked this time,” I say.

  “Okay, firefly,” Nathan says.

  “I need you…so much,” I say. He leans forward and kisses me. “I love you,” I say it. There. When I say I need him, what I really mean is I love him anyway.

  “I love you too, Isadora.”

  His warm hand glides down my leg to my foot and squeezes it.

  “Ahhh…” I sigh.

  “I’m going to worship you tonight,” Nathan says to my delight. “As you should be worshipped every night.”

  He takes my ankle in his strong fingers and squeezes it and kisses it softly.

  I laugh because it tickles just a little. “Nathan!”

  “Shush, my lovely,” he says.

  I try to relax, but I want him so bad.

  “In due time, Isadora.” I feel his lips press against the inside of my knees. He can smell me. I blush at this fact. My panties are still somewhere near the piano keys.

  He slowly reaches up, his index finger just inches from my clitoris, then he touches me there. It’s a soft touch, but it feels so heavy, like it can shift the entire planet.

  “That’s my favorite key,” he says, still caressing my feet with his fingers. “I know I’m the one for you, Isadora,” he says, injecting his finger into me.

  “Tell me you belong to me,” he says. Nathan wants to be in control, and when he feels himself slipping and losing control, he gets that boyish tantrum look on his face.

  “I…belong…” He adds another finger and slips my toes between his teeth. They slide over his fat, wet tongue. “To you…”

  He squeezes my foot and starts fingering me hard, moving his fingers around to target all the right spots.

  “OH…” My body lifts from the piano, and my other foot hits the keys. This is a good song, I think, with a smile on my face that lingers until he adds a third finger.

  “NATHAN!”

  “Hmm?” His response is light and means nothing. What matters is what he’s doing to me.

  My body rapidly uncurls in his grip as another orgasm rips through me. Even though I’ve passed the point of pleasure, Nathan kneels before me and licks me clean of my cum. After he's cleaned he cleans me out, he climbs onto his knees on the piano and kisses me hungrily as his hands roam my breasts. He’s insatiable, a starving need to devour me.

  He reaches for the flask of whiskey I hadn’t noticed and offers it to me. I take a swig and feel it warm me up inside. As I hand it to him our fingers slide along each other’s. I take his hand and inhale the scent of his skin, smelling myself on his flesh. We lie down on the piano, a comfortable calm embracing us. The sound of crickets echo louder in the distance, but there’s also a richness about the silence of everything else. I’m not sure what he’s thinking, but I don’t bother with interrupting the peaceful tranquillity between is. Sometimes silence is needed.

  “When I can’t sleep, I think about the softness of your lips,” Nathan’s voice cuts into the night.

  “Really?” I question, surprised that he’s willingly offering this admission to me.

  “I have nightmares.”

  “Oh? I didn’t know.”

  “I don’t really talk about it that much. They’re…pretty scary.” His brow furrows like he’s trying to push the thought from his mind.

  I want to comfort him, calm him. I run my hand along his face, and he shuts his wonderful brown eyes.

  “There’s this woman…” he says, swallowing. His hair is black, running down like a thick river of luscious locks along the middle of his head. “She’s at the door, she has this…weird smile on her face, but it’s not the type of smile that, you know, a good person has. She’s…her eyes are all beady, and she doesn’t have much hair. She’s trying to appear friendly as she attempts to get in my house.”

  “Oh, Nathan, that sounds so scary.”

  “It is.”

  He swallows over a sore lump of fear, and I watch his Adam’s apple jut forward.

  “What can I do?” I ask. I want to help him.

  “You already do…it…you help me, Isadora, you calm me down. I used to have these nightmares every night, but since I started making love to you, they’ve ended.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. I don’t know who the woman is, but I feel like it has something to do with my childhood. I feel like she did something, and now she’s trying to do it again.”

  “Nathan, baby.” I reach over to him and pull him near, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. I want him to know I want to keep him safe. We’re both prote
ctive of each other, holding each other, and caring for each other through the night.

  Fireflies fill the vast space lighting up around us like golden light bulbs. It’s a magical moment, and I want to fall asleep in his arms, his warm naked body pressed close to mine. We can wake up on the piano as it’s striped in warm sunshine, and we can fall into each other again, greeting each other with morning kisses.

  It’s very quiet when I wake up to find Nathan studying me. I gaze into his eyes as he nears me, puckering his lips. I giggle and shut my eyes, and our lips press together. It’s a sleepy kind of kiss, our lips lazily sliding over each other’s necks. I slide my hand across his smooth chest, revelling in the tightness of his taut muscles. My hand meanders down the length of his cock, the thickness heavy and erect against my thigh.

  I smile and admit, “I have no idea how you fit all of this into your jeans. It’s impressive.”

  “It’s always a challenge to find that perfect pair of jeans,” he says. “Just like it was a challenge to find that perfect woman, but I did. I found you.” He runs his fingers through my hair and claims my mouth with his, rolling on top of me. His hungry cock probes against me, and I spread my legs and wrap them around his back, pulling his against my heat.

  “Ahhh,” I moan as he slides up inside of me. He’s harder than he’s been all night, maybe it’s a very early version of morning wood. He moves perfectly, slow but with a determined stride. He feels different from Vincent. Vincent is a very sweet guy and good in his own way when it comes to sex, but— at least right now—I’m more into Nathan. And he’s very into me.

  “Oh…” I moan, his movements precise and hitting all the right spots.

  “Let me be on top,” I say. He rolls so he’s beneath me, and I cast my glance out over the edge of daybreak lighting up the sky. Those fireflies are gone. Where do they go during the day? They don’t light up, right? Until night comes? That is when their heart works.

  “Let’s meet here every night,” I say. His gorgeous toes are on the piano keys and he starts making music and we laugh.

  “Imagine all the music we can write,” he snickers.