The Mammoth Book of Erotica Presents The Best of Saskia Walker by Saskia Walker Page A

pushed her silky red dress up along her thigh, exposing her panties. Craning my neck, I could see that they were very small, a narrow strip of sheer black fabric. Luke stroked the front of them, and when he did her hips moved on the bed, rocking and lifting under his touch.
    My pussy ached to be stroked that way. My pulse was racing. Would he strip? Would I see him naked, as I longed to do?
    He spoke to her in a low voice. I couldn’t hear what he said. Then he straightened up and she also moved, into an upright sitting position. The light was obscured and before I knew what was happening the door opened wide and Luke’s shape filled the frame, a dark silhouette against the light behind him.
    My hand went to my throat, but there was no time to try to escape.
    “Well, hello,” he said. He didn’t sound surprised. Did he know I’d been there, watching?
    “I was at the cinema, just got back.” I could hear my own breathlessness. The light was behind him, but I could see that his fly was open, the belt on his jeans dangling suggestively down his thigh.
    “I knew you were out here, Karen,” he said more quietly. “I heard you come in. I was waiting for you to get back.”
    I stared at him in stunned silence. He knew I was here. He knew . . . he knew I wanted to go into his room and be with him, that was what he was insinuating. I could hear it in his tone. Did he know I’d already been in there, on his bed? I could feel my face growing hot.
    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