Best Women's Erotica of the Year, Volume 2

by Rachel Kramer Bussel

  His eyes searched mine. “You mean whatever happens in our room, stays in our room?”

  “Yeah. Do you think that’s…feasible?”

  “I don’t know,” he said. “But if that’s what you want, let’s find out.”

  “See, I’m a little mixed up right now and I don’t want to mess you about.”

  “Fine by me.” He brushed his lips to mine.

  My legs nearly crumpled.

  “Sorry,” he said. “I couldn’t wait any longer.” There was laughter in his eyes. Desire too.

  The elevator pinged and the doors opened. He grabbed my hand and whisked me down the corridor.

  We practically fell into the room. This time there was no holding back. His mouth pressed hot against mine. I slid my fingers under his shirt, over his rib cage and across his broad chest. He broke the kiss to pull his shirt over his head.

  “Look,” he said. “We’ve just met and I don’t want you to feel…”

  “Just shut up and kiss me,” I said.

  The kiss got heated. I reached down, unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans off. And then his boxer shorts, too. A soft laugh from him, but he didn’t stop me. Instead he pulled off his shoes and socks and stepped out of his jeans and stood there before me wearing just a smile.

  I stepped back to take a long look at him. Here was a guy who was at home in his own skin, and no wonder. I could hardly believe he was mine for the night.

  “I want you,” I said.

  “You’ve got me. I’m all yours.”

  Pushing him down onto the carpet, I climbed on top of him, pulled my dress over my head and lowered myself against his chest, relishing the warmth of his skin against mine. Through the thin lace of my panties I could feel the heat of his erection.

  “Look,” he said. “Just say if you…”

  I pressed my lips to his to shut him up and pushed my tongue into his mouth to show him how I was feeling. His tongue pushed back into my mouth in return and I sucked it hard. His fingers traced a line between my breasts, burning my skin. When they crept inside my bra, I shivered and arched my back. He found my nipples and circled them teasingly, before craning his head upward to fasten his lips to their firm tips. I felt his hard-on twitch beneath me.

  “You are so beautiful,” he whispered.

  Still wearing my panties, I rubbed myself up and down against his erection. His fingers brushed down over my belly, into my panties, and found my clit. I inhaled sharply. I lifted myself a little to give him room and he pushed his middle finger into me. Desperate for more, I bucked my hips. His other hand cupped my chin. I took his forefinger into my mouth and sucked it hard as he fucked me with his fingers.

  “I want you inside me right now,” I said.

  I wasn’t normally like this. Sex with Mick had generally been an in-bed, lights-off affair, with Mick on top. And if he was feeling in a particularly generous mood, he might touch me when we were done as an afterthought. But something about Cameron made me lose all my inhibitions.

  An awful thought occurred to me. “Oh crap!” I said. “Have you got condoms? Tell me you have.”

  Cameron reached across the carpet to his suitcase; I breathed out in relief when he pulled out a small box. I tipped a condom out and ripped into the foil.

  “Hey, slow down,” he said with a laugh. “We’ve got all night.”

  I grabbed his head with both hands and brought his mouth back to mine. Already I sensed that one night wouldn’t be nearly enough. I wanted to make the most of every minute. While I kissed him, I groped about beneath us and stuffed the condom onto his cock.

  “Sorry,” I said. “But I can’t wait.”

  With that, I pulled the gusset of my panties to the side and plunged myself down on him.

  “Oh wow…” I gasped. He felt amazing.

  He clasped my fingers in his, supporting my weight while I rocked myself back and forth over him. My knees were getting some serious carpet burn but I was too turned on to care.

  He must have sensed I wanted it harder, because he flipped me over onto my back and pushed my knees up to my tits. I groaned as he sank his cock back into me. He smiled down at me as he fucked me like that. I wrapped my thighs around his hips and cupped my palms to his smooth buttocks, pulling him deeper.

  Then I noticed the floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of the bed. I pointed. “I want to watch you fuck me.”

  I slid myself out from underneath him and bent over the side of the bed, my knees on the carpet and my breasts squashed to the mattress.

  He moved into position behind me. “Like this?” he asked.

  We watched ourselves in the mirror as he plunged his cock back in. He grasped my hips and fucked me with short, fast thrusts. Excitement built up in my lower belly. I reached down to touch myself, watching his face as he pounded away. I arched my back and pressed my ass backward to meet each of his thrusts, sliding my finger from side to side over my clit and all the while enjoying the view in the mirror.

  Before long I found myself on the point of no return. I stilled my finger, and let the next few thrusts of his cock tip me over the edge. “That’s it!” I gasped. I buried my face in the sheets and cried out.

  Cameron made a few final thrusts and collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving and wet with sweat. He stroked my hair as we got our breath back.

  “I need another shower,” he murmured.

  “I might join you,” I said.

  “I was hoping you’d say that.”

  Neither of us got much sleep that night. I just couldn’t get enough of him, and he certainly didn’t complain about the way I kept jumping on him.

  When I woke the next morning, Cameron was still asleep and life seemed complicated once again. Gently, I extricated myself from his embrace. I let myself take one last look at him. Then I tore my eyes away. It was better to make a clean break. Quietly, I dressed and gathered my things, and crept out of the room without daring to look back.

  My heart felt like it was breaking as I went down in the elevator. The double doors of the hotel slid open, but I simply couldn’t bring myself to go through them. Instead I veered into the lobby coffee shop and stood there at the counter with my head reeling. “Tall latte, please.”

  Mick would be happy about my early return, but would I be happy to see him? I realized the answer was no. Cameron had reminded me how to feel good about myself.

  Then I saw the departure screen and my heart sang. It was a sign; it had to be. “Actually,” I called, “Make that two. And two croissants.”

  After a quick stop at the front desk, I hurried back to our room. “I got us breakfast.”

  Cameron opened his eyes and yawned. “Great.”

  “All flights are grounded now, so I booked our room for another night. Is that okay with you?”

  “It’s more than okay. Come here.” He lifted the sheet, and I saw he was still naked under it.

  It was too early to say if he and I had a future together. But a distant volcano seemed to be giving us a helping hand.

  ABOUT THE AUTHORS

  WINTER BLAIR is a Scottish countess with a closet full of designer gowns, shoes worth a month’s rent and jewelry of the sort you only see on the red carpet. This is one of her first published erotic stories.

  JOCELYN BRINGAS (flirtingwithobscene.com) is the author of Heartthrob Fantasy and Heartthrob Daddy. Her stories have been in various erotica anthologies such as Zane’s Caramel Flava and Rachel Kramer Bussel’s Yes, Sir: Erotic Stories of Female Submission.

  ELLA DAWSON (on Twitter as@brosandprose) is a twenty-something feminist who counts every single one of her Facebook likes. Social media manager by day and sex writer by night, Ella’s work has been published by Women’s Health, Femsplain and Gadgette.

  DORIANNE is a writer and radio show host based in Toronto, Canada. Her show Sex City can be heard on CIUT 89.5 FM, and her erotica can be found in Best Women’s Erotica 2012, Up & Coming Magazine, and online at metanotherfrog.com and forthegirls.com.
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  ABIGAIL EKÜE (abigailekue.com) is writer of fiction and nonfiction. She is the author of The Darker Side of Lust. Her interest in the “body-ologies” fuels her writing. She has shared her insight on sex, relationships and body image on various media outlets, literary events and showcases.

  MELINA GREENPORT (melinagreenport.com) lives in Los Angeles where, after a twenty-year career in television and film, she has shifted her focus to writing fiction. She is relatively new to erotica and having a blast.

  KRISTY HARDING’s stories and essays have been published in Spry, Elohi Gadugi, the Pitkin Review and around the web. She has an MFA from Goddard and lives in Portland, Oregon.

  KAY JAYBEE (kayjaybee.me.uk) was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETO. She has written over one hundred erotic stories, and has published The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, The New Room, The Voyeur and Not Her Type.

  VIOLET R. JONES currently lives in Hokkaido, Japan with her partner and their cats.

  JOSIE JORDAN has had erotic short stories published in Xcite anthologies (Accent Press), the anthology For the Men and on For the Girls website. She also writes fiction and nonfiction for women’s magazines and newspapers in the UK, Sweden and Australia.

  STELLA WATTS KELLEY is the pen name of a freelance writer and poet whose articles and nonfiction narratives have appeared in numerous publications. Her story “In the Sauna” appeared in Best Lesbian Erotica 2010.

  VIERRA LAI is currently living in New York City. This is her first time writing erotic fiction.

  ANNABETH LEONG is frequently confused about her sexuality, but enjoys searching for answers. Her short fiction has appeared in anthologies including Best Women’s Erotica 2015 and the twentieth anniversary edition of Best Lesbian Erotica. She is the author of the novel Untouched and the erotic short-story collection, Liquid Longing.

  T. C. MILL is a freelance editor and writer. Her short stories have appeared in anthologies from Circlet, Storm Moon Press, Tempted Romance and House of Erotica, and on the Nerve and Bright Desire websites. With Alex Freeman, she coedited two literary erotica anthologies under the New Smut Project.

  JORDAN MONROE is delighted to be using her English degrees. She enjoys both listening to and playing music, watching Sherlock while anxiously waiting for new episodes, and buying too many books to fit on her bookshelves. She lives within twenty-five miles of Washington, DC, and tweets as @Miss_J_Monroe.

  EVE PENDLE (evependle.com) lives in England and when she’s not writing sexy historical romance, she collects Victorian curiosities, works on science projects and tweets as @EvePendle.

  JANELLE RESTON (janellereston.tumblr.com) is a pansexual powerhouse whose erotica has appeared in multiple anthologies, including The First Annual Geeky Kink Anthology, To Obey Her, Sizzle, From Top to Bottom, Girls on Campus, Time of Your Life and Like a Spell: Erotic Stories of Wizards. Her novelette Tomboy is available from Torquere Press.

  KATE SEBASTIAN (katesebastian.com) has been crafting stories since she was tiny. She earns a good living as a writer, editor and online content administrator, but decided to try her hand at writing romance since she reads so much of it.

  CORRINE A. SILVER (corrineasilver.com) lives in the U.S. Midwest with her family. She loves baking and movies and is trying to exercise more. Her goal this year is to let go of guilt.

  GARNELL WALLACE likes old houses, and features them in many of her erotic and paranormal stories. An island girl drawn to water, her latest self-published book, Lullaby Lake, is available on Amazon. She also writes under the name Suzette Wallace, and has published Forever My Demon with Blushing Books.

  CELA WINTER (celawinter.com) took up writing after a career as a restaurant chef. Really. Her erotic fiction has been published in print and on the web. Cela lives on the fringes of Portland, Oregon, and is working on a novel—when the muse isn’t distracting her with smutty short-story ideas.

  ABOUT THE EDITOR

  RACHEL KRAMER BUSSEL (rachelkramerbussel.com) is a New Jersey-based author, editor, blogger and writing instructor. She has edited over sixty books of erotica, including Best Women’s Erotica of the Year, Volume 1; Dirty Dates; Come Again: Sex Toy Erotica; The Big Book of Orgasms; Begging For It; The Big Book of Submission; Lust in Latex; Anything for You: Erotica for Kinky Couples; Baby Got Back: Anal Erotica; Suite Encounters; Going Down; Irresistible; Gotta Have It; Obsessed; Women in Lust; Surrender; Orgasmic; Cheeky Spanking Stories; Bottoms Up; Spanked: Red-Cheeked Erotica; Fast Girls; Do Not Disturb; Going Down; Tasting Him; Tasting Her; Please, Sir; Please, Ma’am; He’s on Top; She’s on Top and Crossdressing. Her anthologies have won eight IPPY (Independent Publisher) Awards, and Surrender and Dirty Dates won the National Leather Association Samois Anthology Award. Her work has been published in over one hundred anthologies, including Best American Erotica 2004 and 2006. She wrote the popular “Lusty Lady” column for the Village Voice.

  Rachel has written for AVN, Bust, cleansheets.com, Cosmopolitan, Curve, The Daily Beast, fortune.com, thefrisky.com, Glamour, Gothamist, Harper’s Bazaar, Huffington Post, Inked, Marie Claire, Newsday, New York Post, New York Observer, the New York Times, O: The Oprah Magazine, Penthouse, The Root, Salon, San Francisco Chronicle, Slate, time.com, Time Out New York and Zink, among others. She has appeared on “The Gayle King Show,” “The Martha Stewart Show,” “The Berman and Berman Show,” NY1 and Showtime’s “Family Business.” She hosted the popular In the Flesh Erotic Reading Series, featuring readers from Susie Bright to Zane, speaks at confere-ces and does readings and teaches erotic writing workshops across the country and online. She blogs at lustylady.blogspot. com and consults about erotica at eroticawriting101.com.