The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica 11

by Maxim Jakubowski

  Just as I felt the first tremors of orgasm low in my belly, Neil pulled away.

  “No,” I gasped. “Please!”

  “I’m going to fuck you,” he said simply. “But I don’t have a condom.”

  “No problem, dude,” Alex said, fumbling with his discarded trousers. “Here.”

  Neil took the proffered square with a grin. “Always prepared.”

  Alex breathed in sharply as I ran my thumb over the glistening tip of his cock. “Yeah, but I thought I was the one who would be using it.”

  The rip of the condom packet made my pussy ripple. “Hurry,” I said. “I need you.”

  “I need you, too,” Neil said, and then he was inside me.

  From feeling open and vulnerable, I was suddenly, almost impossibly, full. I took a deep, steadying breath as Neil slowly pushed inside my wetness. He stared into my eyes and the intimacy was too much. I tilted my head back against the seat and closed my eyes, whimpering when his cock was fully inside me.

  “Look at me,” he demanded. “Watch me fuck you.”

  The tone of his voice demanded immediate compliance. I jerked my head up, staring first into his hard, almost unfamiliar face, then looking down to where we were joined, his olive skin looking so much darker against my paleness.

  “That is so fucking hot,” Douglas said softly.

  I looked at him and saw that he, too, was staring between my legs and watching Neil fuck me. A quick glance on the other side confirmed that Alex was equally mesmerized by the scene before him. My orgasm had subsided enough for me to regain something of my control and I began to slowly stroke the men on either side of me in time to Neil’s strokes. I was fleetingly reminded of a horse and jockey, both moving in tandem, joined in a powerful race to the finish.

  Neil gripped my ass, pulling me down hard on his cock even while Alex and Douglas still held my legs open. “So fucking tight,” he growled.

  I moaned, that pain-out-of-pleasure sensation cutting through me like a dangerously sharp knife. I kept my eyes on Neil, letting him see what he was doing to me. He fucked me in long, deep strokes, withdrawing his cock until the head was just inside my opening before slamming inside me again. Every motion brought a moan to my lips and a plea for more. My skin was damp with sweat and I felt dizzy from the heat of our bodies moving together.

  “Come on my cock,” he demanded. “I won’t come until you do.”

  I felt as if a knot of tension unwound low in my belly. I undulated against him, rocking my hips for my own pleasure, squeezing and stroking Alex and Douglas as if they were extensions of my body. I felt wetness on my hands, but I didn’t know if they had come or if it was sweat. I didn’t care. They would tell me to stop when they were ready, but none of us was ready for it to end. Not yet. Not quite yet.

  Neil pulled back, thrusting shallowly just inside my pussy, the head of his cock stroking my sweet spot. I gasped, going tense and still. Then, suddenly, I was coming. Hard. My orgasm rocketed through me like an explosion, causing me to scream out my release. My body, still a moment earlier, went into motion, rocking on Neil’s cock as if I would milk him dry.

  Neil’s answering groan as my pussy rippled around him was softer than mine, but the expression on his face told me the pleasure was no less intense. He flexed his hips one last time, his cock throbbing inside me. We stayed like that for a long moment, sweat-slick bodies joined together, until my orgasm subsided. Neil was still breathing hard as he pulled free of my body. I gasped, then giggled self-consciously, feeling suddenly bereft at his absence.

  Alex cleared his throat. “You can release your death grip now,” he said gruffly.

  My giggle turned into a full-fledged laugh. In my excitement, I had been holding on to Douglas and him for dear life. Now I realized that both were going flaccid, having certainly enjoyed the moment.

  “Sorry,” I said.

  Douglas stroked my thigh softly. “Don’t be. It was pretty amazing until about five minutes ago when I started considering we might end up eunuchs after all.”

  I shifted on the seat, wincing at the stiffness in my thighs from being held apart for so long. “Sorry, sorry,” I said.

  I realized Neil hadn’t spoken and I searched his face for what he might be thinking. That smile was back in place – the one that was a little too serious to be amusement.

  “You OK?” I asked as if we were alone in the limo.

  He nodded. “Just grand.”

  “Thank you.” There didn’t seem to be much more to say. Except, “You are truly amazing.”

  “Back at you, babe,” he said rakishly. “That was a dream come true.”

  The driver spoke up before I had time to contemplate the meaning of his words.

  “We’ve arrived at the hotel, ma’am.”

  I looked out the window and saw the lights of the Bellagio sparkling like an oasis just outside the window. The night had passed and I would be getting married soon. Reality came rushing back like a splash of cold water in the face as I considered all the things I still needed to do. I was hardly in any position to get out at the moment, however.

  I watched in drowsy detachment as the boys hurriedly dressed. Now that the party was over, they were anxious to beat a hasty retreat. I giggled. The champagne buzz had worn off, but the sex buzz was still going strong.

  “Remember, what happened in the limo stays in the limo,” I said conspiratorially.

  “Right,” Alex said. “Good to know.”

  Douglas grinned and shook his head at me as he tugged his trousers on. “Only you could get me to do that, lady.”

  I smiled. “I know.”

  “Aren’t you going to get dressed?” Neil asked.

  I nodded. “In a minute. I’ll let you guys get out of here so I can straighten up in peace.”

  “I can wait for you,” Neil said, still looking out for my needs.

  The driver responded. “I’ll make sure the lady gets to her room.”

  The guys exchanged looks, Alex raising an eyebrow at me. “Is that OK with you?”

  “I’ll be OK. Find the girls and tell them I’ll be there in about an hour.”

  Douglas grinned, as if he knew something. “It looks like the lady’s evening isn’t finished, boys.”

  Alex and he laughed, but Neil just stared at me. “You’ve had too much champagne. I’m not leaving you alone with the limo driver.”

  I laughed. “It’s OK, Neil.” When he still didn’t budge, I leaned forward and whispered in his ear. “Trust me. I’m safe with the driver.”

  Something in my tone made him turn around and look over the partition. He nodded. “I see.”

  Alex gave me a hug and a deep, soulful kiss before opening the limo door. “See you tomorrow, babe.”

  “Get some sleep,” Douglas added, giving me an equally intense kiss. “It’s going to be a busy day tomorrow.”

  Then they were gone and Neil was still watching me. “I don’t know what to say.”

  I kissed his cheek. “Thanks for this memorable night. Truly.”

  He started to speak and I could see in his expression what he was going to say, so I kissed his mouth. He pulled me to him as if he would never let go, but after a few moments he did. “See you tomorrow,” he said before slipping out of the limo and closing the door behind him.

  I waited until he had disappeared in the same direction Alex and Douglas had gone before saying, “OK, you can come back here now.”

  The driver’s door opened and closed and then the door closest to me opened and he settled beside me, his black hat at a jaunty angle. I tossed it on the seat across from us and mussed his wavy brown hair.

  “Quite a night you had, Mrs Rhodes,” he said.

  “I’m not Mrs yet, Mr Rhodes.”

  He angled me sideways onto his lap, brushing my hair from my damp cheeks. “Was it all you wanted it to be?”

  I smiled, happy but also a little wistful. “And more. How about you?”

  He chuckled. “Fantasy satis
fied, though I wish I could have seen a bit more of you.”

  I stretched my arms out. “You can see me now.”

  His gaze roamed over my body and I was instantly conscious of what a picture I must present. Naked except for my dress bunched around my waist, my hair a tousled mess of blonde curls, my smoky mascara smudged beneath my eyes. I smiled.

  “Like what you see?”

  He nodded. “You look like one very satisfied woman.”

  I wiggled on his lap, feeling that urgency building in my veins again. “Almost. Not quite.”

  “You want more?” His mock surprise only made me laugh. “What an insatiable wench you are.”

  I slid to my knees and nudged his legs apart. He stared down at me as I unbuckled his belt and worked his zipper down over his heavy erection. I felt my pussy – still tender from earlier, but already wet – tighten in response to his arousal.

  “Aren’t you happy you’re marrying me?”

  He groaned as I freed his cock from his pants and gave the tip a lick. “You are definitely a dream come true – my dream come true. Are you happy you’re marrying me?”

  I thought of Simon indulging my last fling with my three best friends while he fulfilled his fantasy of watching me. It didn’t seem possible that two people could be more perfect for each other. I sighed in blissful abandon. Just before I gave Simon his last single-guy blow job, I looked up into his eyes and whispered, “Absolutely.”

  Jewels of the Tide

  Alice Gray

  Furious pounding startled Jingū from a deep sleep. Last night’s entertainment lay sprawled across the bed next to her, oblivious to the racket. Jingū shifted in the bed, planted the soles of her feet against the sleeping man’s back and shoved.

  The man let out a startled yelp that ended with a cry of pain when he hit the floor.

  “See who dares to wake the Empress at this unearthly hour,” Jingū said.

  The young man, still nude, scrambled for his clothing.

  “Now! Forget your clothes.” Jingū pressed her palms against her temples. “Just make that noise cease!”

  The young man, she thought his name might be Akihiro, raced for the door.

  A warm flush spread over Jingū’s chest at the memory of the young man’s bedroom prowess. He might be worth inviting back. Jingū shivered as another thought formed. Before she could capture it, her evening companion yanked the door open, halting the insistent pounding.

  “Who dares to wake me with such rudeness?” she asked.

  An officer of the Royal Navy took a small step into her chamber, eyes averted from her nakedness. He bowed deeply and held the pose. Next to him, Akihiro stood shivering, his hands cupping his genitals.

  “The Navy is back, Highness.” The hulking officer’s voice trembled. “The Koreans have defeated them. Captain Tadashi wished to bring you the message himself, however he was gravely wounded.”

  Anger deepened the flush on Jingū’s chest. “Turn your backs,” she said. When they had turned, Jingū slipped from her bed and wrapped a light kimono around her body.

  “You may face me.”

  Both men turned.

  “You!” She pointed a finger at Akihiro. “Leave us.”

  The young man bowed and slipped away.

  “Where is Tadashi now?”

  “In the infirmary, Highness. They are trying to save his arm.”

  Jingū was quiet for a moment, memories of the powerful warrior’s lovemaking tumbled through her mind. She sighed. An armless man was unworthy of sharing the Empress’s bed. Shame. Tadashi had been one of her favourites. Perhaps too favoured. Well, no more.

  “Return to me when he is able to speak. I want to know everything that happened.”

  “Yes, Highness.” The soldier bowed and left.

  Jingū sat in her tea house, enjoying a light meal. She watched in annoyance as one of her least favourite courtiers approached.

  “Yes? What is it, Yuki?” Jingū let her displeasure show in her voice.

  “Forgive me, Highness. I bring you the news that Captain Tadashi is ready to see you.”

  A single butterfly sprang to life in Jingū’s belly. She quashed it by thinking of yet another defeat at the hands of the Koreans.

  After five tense moments of silence, Jingū said, “Have him escorted to my sleeping chamber this evening.” She flicked a dismissive hand at her servant. “Go, now.”

  The woman curtseyed and scurried away, leaving Jingū to work out the details of her plan. Korea must be hers.

  The Empress watched the last of her ladies retreating from her room. When she was alone, Jingū turned towards the mirror, admiring her own beauty. Royal robes, ivory hairpins, kohl eyes, crimson lips. And underneath the decorations, the lithe form of a siren. Empress or not, no man had ever refused her advances.

  Two sharp knocks sounded, bringing the butterflies to light in her belly again.

  She smoothed the front of her kimono and turned towards the door. “Enter!”

  Her door swung open granting Tadashi access to her room. The sling that held his right arm to his chest marred the clean lines of his fresh uniform.

  “Highness,” he said. “It is with deep shame that I must report our second defeat to the Koreans. They are fierce in defence of their homeland. We suffered many casualties.”

  Jingū stood. “It is of no consequence. We will simply rebuild our ranks and try again. I must have Korea.” She stamped her foot for emphasis.

  “It will take some time to rebuild and train new men. Perhaps as long as two years,” he said.

  “Two years? Impossible!” Jingū paced, her robes swirling around her. “We must attack them again soon. They won’t be expecting us to come so quickly on the heels of another defeat.”

  “Highness, I don’t think I’ve managed to convey the extent of our casualties. We’re nothing but a skeleton crew. Most of our officers are dead or severely maimed.” He shrugged his wounded arm for emphasis. “The lower ranks are all but wiped out. It will take years to rebuild.”

  “Nonsense. Leave the Navy to me.” Jingū swept towards her captain in a rustle of fabric and jasmine-scented air. “Let us take a break from all this unpleasantness.” She untied the sash of her kimono and let it fall away. “You’ve been away so long, Tadashi. I’ve missed you.”

  Hunger darkened his eyes. “Highness, I’m not sure I’m in any shape to fully please you.” Again, he shrugged his wounded arm.

  “Regardless of your injuries, you will lie with me tonight until I am satisfied.”

  Jingū took to her bed, spreading her legs wide. “You needn’t bother removing your clothing, Tadashi. I have no need of anything but your mouth. Come, now, and please me.”

  “Yes, Highness, as you wish.”

  Tadashi knelt at the end of her bed, his lips tracing the delicate curves of her inner thigh.

  Jingū shivered and let out a quiet sigh. What a shame Tadashi had outlived his purpose. He was one of the very few who could bring her to shuddering orgasm using nothing more than his breath and tongue.

  A quiet hum started in her throat as the caress of his lips gave way to tiny nips and suckles. Little jerks rocked her hips each time he switched between nipping and sucking.

  With his good hand, he spread her wide, exposing her innermost flesh. Instead of running his tongue across her pink, moist skin, he puckered his lips and blew a steady stream of warm air along the length of her slit. Tadashi lingered for two full breaths, pouring his hot wind across her aching clit before easing downwards.

  Jingū clutched fistfuls of silken sheets, moaning in frustration at the teasing touch of his breath.

  “Use your tongue.”

  Impossible but his fingers spread her even wider, stretching the skin tight to the edge of pain. He lowered his face, stopping just short of touching her flesh.

  “Lick!”

  Instead, Tadashi used the rigid tip of his tongue to prod his way around the perimeter of her cunt. He pushed hard against t
he ridge of flesh separating her womanhood from her bottom.

  Jingū’s moan turned into a loud cry as he slid his tongue up across her opening. He licked again sending her hips jerking. A third lick had her babbling nonsense. The fourth lick ended with a quick flash of his tongue across her erect clit.

  Jingū let go of the sheets to tangle her fingers in his hair. She tried to force his mouth down but, even wounded, he was very strong and resisted her.

  Tadashi resumed his torment of her, the licks and pokes giving way to his breath again.

  The phantom touch edged her towards delirium. She clawed the back of his neck in an attempt to distract him. He grunted but didn’t yield. His breath continued its relentless puffing against her clit.

  Jingū’s scratching turned to blows, which she rained down about his shoulders.

  After a particularly violent strike to the back of his head, Tadashi thrust two fingers deep into her and latched his mouth onto her mound. He sucked hard, drawing as much of her flesh into his mouth as possible while his tongue beat staccato across her tiny erection.

  Jingū arced off the bed, mouth open in a silent scream. It seemed Tadashi used his fingers and mouth to rip her chi from her body. A momentary flash obliterated everything that was Jingū turning her into nothing but energy.

  Just as quickly, the energy collapsed on itself allowing her consciousness to return.

  Tadashi still had his fingers buried deep inside her. His thrusts had given way to steady pressure along the front wall of her cunt. He had also tamed his lashing tongue. The rigid muscle had softened, the flicking diminishing to languid laps.

  He waited until she went limp to withdraw his fingers.

  “Is her Highness satisfied?” he asked.

  Jingū sighed her contentment. She lay a few moments longer before sitting up.

  “Bring me my clothing,” she said.

  He stood to do her bidding and when he did, Jingū eyed the impressive bulge tenting the front of Tadashi’s uniform.

  Pity, she thought. Such a waste.

  Tadashi helped her dress, his eyes pleading for permission to satisfy his own lust.

  Jingū ignored him, saying instead, “Come, let’s have a bit of sake as an omen of good luck for our next offensive against the Koreans.”