The Mammoth Book of Erotica Presents The Best of Saskia Walker (7 page)

He pushed the door wide open. The woman was sitting on the bed looking in my direction with a curious expression. Perhaps it mirrored my own. Even from here I could see she was pretty. She had jet black hair and a smile hovered around her ruby painted lips.

“Come in, join the party,” Luke said. The casual remark was powerfully suggestive. It went right through me, thrilling every ounce of me. He lifted his hand. He was holding a glass, and I heard ice chink as he shifted it from side to side invitingly. “You know you want to.”

I did want to. That’s the moment I addressed what was inside me, what I was becoming – a woman who could be proactive about her desires. I had a choice, but I knew what I wanted, and he’d invited me closer to it. I stepped past him and into the room, my entire skin racing.

Tension beaded up my spine when I heard him close the door. He stood at my back. I had to force myself to breathe, telling myself over and over to chill.

The woman sitting on the bed ran her fingers through her hair as she looked me over, her body moving in time with the music. “You’re even prettier than Luke said you were.”

She knew about me? That was when it hit home. He had planned this; he’d told her about me. Should I be annoyed? I looked at her more closely. She was maybe a couple of years older than me but she had an edge, a self-assured confidence I knew I didn’t have, but wanted.

She patted the bed beside her, and when I sat down, she lifted a tumbler from the floor and offered it to me.

Luke followed and stood close by, at the foot of the bed. When I glanced his way, I got an eyeful of bare chest and open fly. Just what I wanted. The only part I wasn’t sure about was the other woman.

“I’m Lisa,” she said. “I’m glad you came to play with us . . .”

She was flirting with me.

I didn’t think it was possible for my temperature to rise any more than it already had, but it did.
Okay. We
were going to “play”, and I didn’t think she was referring to a card game. She was looking at me as if she were deciding which item of my clothing to take off first. Luke, half undressed already, smiled down at us. I was getting the gist of the setup now. He wanted two women. As long as one of them was me, I figured I could roll with it.

But the way she was looking at me . . . that did weird things to me. She was very sexy. I found I wanted her to flirt with me some more. I swigged heavily from the glass. It was whiskey. The potent liquid washed over my tongue and, when I swallowed, the hit was just what I needed. “Thanks,” I said as I handed the glass back, and tried to look as relaxed as she did. Crossing my legs, I rested one hand on the surface of the bed.

Luke smiled down at me, approvingly. I had to take a deep breath to stop myself from grinning like an idiot. Jesus, this was really happening. All I could think was:
Thank god for the whiskey
.

The woman, Lisa, sprawled easily on to the bed beside me. When she got settled she reached over and ran her hand down the length of my hair. I stared at her, and when she paused with her fingers close against my neck, I smiled. She moved lower, touching my breasts briefly through my T-shirt, before wrapping her arm around my waist and drawing me closer to her.

I rolled on to the bed next to her and she kissed me full on the mouth. I was stunned, and stiffened. I’d never kissed another woman before then. But then I melted, because she was all soft and yet full on, at the same time. I felt the urge to answer her, and I kissed her back.

Oh, how delicious that was. For a moment I almost forgot that Luke was there. Almost. When I looked back, he had a gleam in his eyes and the bulge at his groin was larger. Between my thighs I was aching with longing and with him looming over the pair of us I felt the urge to be wild, to explore. I pushed my hand into Lisa’s silky hair, and drew her in for another sweet kiss.

“Oh yeah, you’re delicious,” she said approvingly as we drew apart, pushing me over on to my back. She laughed gleefully, and it was infectious.

I bit my lip, but couldn’t contain a giggle.

“You’re really horny, aren’t you?” She pulled my T-shirt up over my breasts and off, as she asked the question, then squeezed my nipples through my bra.

“I don’t suppose there’s any point in denying it,” I responded, another laugh escaping my mouth when she shoved my bra to one side to tug on my nipple.

Before I knew what was happening, she had my sandals off, and my jeans undone. She wrenched them down my hips. Playfully, she lifted my panties and put her hand underneath them, touching my pussy. She watched my face for my reactions. My breath was captured in my chest. I glanced at Luke, who was looming close by. He looked as if he was about to pounce. I couldn’t predict what was going to happen next, and that thrilled me.

When I didn’t resist her, Lisa pulled the panties off of me as well. Luke looked me up and down. I lifted my arm and drew it over my face, closing my eyes, unable to watch him staring down at me when Lisa moved between my thighs.

I’m doing this with a woman, and Luke is watching
. I felt slightly crazy, lack of control and sheer horniness sending me dizzy with pleasure. And then I felt her mouth close over my clit, and every nerve ending in my body roared approval.

Her tongue moved with purpose, tracing a pattern up and down over my clit, driving me mad. Her hands were locked around the top of my legs, her thumbs stroking the sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs in time with the movements of her clever tongue. This was alien to me, to have a woman service me, but it felt so fucking good and I didn’t want her to stop. My head rolled from side to side on the bed, and I cried out loud, unable to keep it inside. “Oh, oh fuck, it’s so good.”

She knew just what to do, and when I was thoroughly wound up, she nudged at my clit with the tip of her tongue until I came, my body writhing as I spasmed and fluid ran down between my buttocks.

She rose up to her knees on the bed, and then she pulled her dress off in one long slow move. She was naked beneath, aside from that tiny G-string that barely covered her shaved pussy. She was sleek and lissome. Her breasts were small and pert, nipples hard and dark. Tossing her hair back, she looked down at me. “Fuck her now, Luke. She’s so ready.”

My face burned up, but she was right, boy, was she right. I shot a glance at him to see his reaction to her comment. He nodded at me when he saw me looking his way, and when he did, I clenched inside, my gaze automatically dropping to his groin. He undid the final two buttons on his fly. His cock jutted out from his hips, hard and ready. Holding it in an easy grip, he reached into his pocket with his free hand and pulled out a condom packet.

My hands were shaking, I knew they were, and I pressed them down on to the bed to keep them steady. I couldn’t stop myself. He really did mean to use the condom on me. I stared at him rolling the rubber on to the hard shaft of his cock.

Lisa had moved to one side and was watching expectantly.

I could scarcely believe it. The surprise must have been there on my face, because Lisa chuckled softly and reached in to kiss me again, easing me back down the bed. When I was flat against it, her hands roved over my breasts, and then she captured one nipple between finger and thumb, tweaking it. As I glanced down, I saw that her other hand was in between her thighs, where she was stroking herself.

“I like to watch, it makes me hot,” she whispered. She flashed her eyes at me, and then her mouth closed over my other nipple, her teeth grazing it.

Tension ratcheted through me. My eyes closed, my legs falling open, and then I felt the weight of him, right there between my thighs, his hard erection pushing against me.

“Ready for me?” he asked, when my eyes flashed open and I looked at him. He was lifting my buttocks in his hands, maneuvering me into position, his cock already easing inside.

I managed to nod. I was so slick from Lisa’s attention that he claimed me in one easy thrust, the head of his cock wedging up against my cervix. I moaned aloud and my body closed around him, gripping his hardness in relief. Pleasure rolled through me when he drew back and then thrust again.

Lisa was sucking hard on my breast and the pleasure arced through me to my core, where Luke was riding me hard, massaging the very quick of me with his cock. My orgasm was coming fast. I panted, hard. I reached out, gripped on to his arm when wave after wave of pleasure hit me.

“Oh yes,” he said, and thrust deep, staying there, while his cock jerked, sending an aftershock of pleasure through my sensitive cervix that made me cry out.

It took a full minute for me to catch my breath.

Lisa was snuggled up against my side, and she kissed my shoulder affectionately when Luke went the bathroom.

“What about you?” I said, without thinking, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

“I’ll get mine.” She smiled. “Don’t you worry about that.” She winked at me.

“How you doing?” Luke asked as he rejoined us, lying on the opposite side of me to Lisa. He cupped my buttock with one hand as he asked the question, and smiled that wicked smile of his.

A breathless laugh escaped me. He knew just how well I was doing.

“Good, I’m doing good.” I returned his smile, and then glanced over my shoulder at Lisa to include her. She made me curious. That hadn’t gone away.

“I meant to tell you,” Luke added, “I’ll be moving out when your parents get back.”

My hands tightened on his shoulder, and my smile faded. I didn’t want hear that.

He squeezed my buttock tighter. “You’ll have to come round and visit me in my new apartment.”

I nodded, quickly.

“Both of you,” he added.

At my back, Lisa chuckled softly. I felt her breath on my shoulder. Soft, seductive, and warm. She moved to spoon me, her hand stroking my side affectionately. I had her – so alluringly feminine – on one side of me, and Luke on the other – hard, hot, demanding, and all man. Something joyous and liberated in me reveled in the decadence of it, the blatant mutual pleasure.

“I’m up for it,” Lisa said, as she clambered over me, pushing Luke down on the bed and straddling his hips. “What about now. Ready for more?”

“Too right.” He reached for the bedside table and grabbed a box of condoms. When he did, she winked at me again.

Could I watch him with her? A small residual doubt ticked inside me, but I couldn’t look away when she grabbed a condom packet off him, opened it, and rolled it on to the stiff shaft of his cock. Mounting him, she put her hands on her hips, circling on the head of his cock. The crown pressed into her slit, and I watched, mesmerized, as it eased up inside her, splitting her pussy open before my eyes.

The sight was so hot that my hand went to my clit, and I thrummed it as I watched her riding him. A moment later Luke reached out to me, pulled me closer, and kissed me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. The doubts inside of me slipped away. I was being introduced to a world of sensuality and erotic possibility.

And I was ready, ready for all of it.

Leonie Carlton watched the hulking shape of the Land Rover as it weaved along the rough dirt track towards the plantation house. Her heart was racing. Despite her preparations for this moment, she could barely keep her emotions in check. Mike Racine – the lover she’d wanted to be with so badly, but had failed to understand – was about to arrive on her doorstep.

Leonie would have fought tooth and nail to keep him away – even though she’d dreamed about the man every night since she’d escaped to Australia, twelve months earlier. Thank God she’d been warned he was coming. Mike hadn’t wanted her to know. Luckily, Tansy, her old friend back at HQ, had emailed her. Apparently he’d insisted on making the trip. Mike Racine himself was coming to approve their coffee beans.
No kidding
.

She gave a wry smile and watched as the Land Rover drew to a halt in the gravel drive. With her hands wrapped around the balustrade on the long veranda to anchor herself, she tried not to react. She hadn’t even allowed herself to dress any differently, just because it was him.

The sun blazed low on the horizon behind the parked vehicle as the afternoon turned to evening. The windscreen was tinted, hiding the occupant from her gaze, but she could feel the weight of his stare nonetheless. She took a deep breath, walked along the wooden veranda until she got to the steps he would have to walk up, and folded her arms across her chest. The sound of the crickets seemed to grow louder in her ears, her skin prickling with awareness and anticipation.

“Come on, Mike,” she whispered. “Give me your best shot.”

After what seemed an eternity the vehicle door opened.

Unfurling his tall, limber frame, Mike climbed out, a leather backpack in his hand. He slammed the door behind him, threw the backpack over his shoulder, and walked up the path to the house.

Each step he took made her body tighten with anticipation.

Dressed in boots and faded black jeans, his khaki shirt outlined the breadth of his shoulders and the lean line of his waist and hips. He wore a baseball cap pulled low on his brow. It was a poor disguise – she’d have known it was Mike from his posture alone.

He drew to a halt at the foot of the steps.

She shook her head at him. “You should have let someone else come. You promised you would leave me alone.”

He shrugged. “I lied.”

Taking off his hat, he eyed her from top to toe, and ruffled his shaggy black hair. It brushed the edge of his collar, longer than it had been. He wore a teasing smile that was so familiar it tugged at something deep inside of her. What struck her most of all was that his expression left her in no doubt of his intentions towards her. He’d come for what had been so good between them – that which hadn’t been enough for her, in the end. She’d put it behind her, half a world behind. Why then, did her heart race in response to his nonchalance? Why did her traitorous skin tingle under his scrutiny?

“Damn you, Mike.”

“You always did look bloody sexy when you’re angry,” he commented.