The Mammoth Book of Erotica Presents

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.

The Devil You Know

Saskia Walker

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.

Arrogant prick. It was as if the intervening year hadn’t even happened. This was the way it had always been. He used to come to her place late at night. He’d just walk in after some function or other and assume he could have her. But she couldn’t resist when he rested his hands on her and walked her back against the wall. They’d be at it, right there in the hallway, before she even had a chance to tell him to leave. He overwhelmed her and made her need him badly, until one day she got fed up with being his convenient part-time lover and decided to put some serious distance between them.

She shook her head, warning him off. “Things have changed.”

He lifted his eyebrows, accusingly. “Nothing has changed, that is quite obvious.” He always did have the cheek of the devil. “I can see you still want me every bit as much as I want you.”

How dare he just throw that out there? She sighed aloud, but her very centre was heavy and aching for him, her pussy fast growing damp. “We’re not in London now. You can’t just come here and expect everything to be the same between us.”

“Everything is the same, except for one thing.” He paused, and he did it deliberately, emphasizing every word. “I’ve come a whole lot further for you this time.”

Her breath caught in her throat.

It was true. He had come further. But that didn’t mean she was just going to fall on her back. Her body, however, seemed to be at odds with her brain on that particular point. His very proximity had unleashed her libido, as if he were a match to her fuse.

“Don’t make any assumptions,” she snapped.

There it was – that devilish smile, the dark twinkle in his eyes. He scanned her chosen outfit, shorts and a shirt with rolled-up sleeves, practical but close fitting. His inquisitive stare brought back too many memories, memories of how good it had been between them, and between the sheets. He had a thing about licking her breasts, the entirety of them, after they’d made love. Right now her breasts were aching at the very memory of it.

He walked up the wide wooden steps on to the veranda, closing the gap between them.