Sex Objects

by Delilah Devlin

  Like he’d been waiting for the moment all evening, as soon as she arrived Gunder emerged from the throng. “You look lovely.”

  She took a hasty gulp of her champagne and arched a playful eyebrow at him as he whirled her out onto the dance floor. She was drawing envious looks. “All that good massage. Plus I’ve waited a long time to dance with a Viking god.”

  He grinned down at her. “You’re still waiting. I’m just a country boy. I grew up on my dad’s farm in Omaha. We speak Swedish at home so I still got the accent.” Instantly he looked troubled. “It annoys you?”

  The champagne made her bold. “It’s very sexy.”

  “Really?” His face lit up.

  Lily moved sinuously in his arms. She knew he had to flirt with the guests. It was part of his job. Even so he was surprisingly good at it. He had just the right note—light, easygoing. And just the right kind of gleam in his eyes—hinting it meant something deeper. A real professional. “You should go to Hollywood.”

  He grinned, his eyes growing darker. “Why? Are you going there?”

  She shook her head and smiled. “You know what I mean. You’re good at pleasing women. Do you enjoy it?”

  He looked serious for a moment. She sensed a hint of surprise. Was she the first person to ask if he liked his work?

  “You make me sound like a toy boy. I guess I like to make people feel good. Is that so bad?”

  The music changed to a slow number and to her delight he pulled her close. She drank in his aroma and smiled up at him. “Do you ever get time to yourself?”

  He murmured in her ear. “I’m on duty till midnight. After that I can do what I like.” His breath was hot on her sin. It made her shiver.

  She ran a fingertip along the edge of his jaw. “So…would you like to do what you like—with me?”

  Something flickered in his eyes. Shit. Had she gone too far?

  A faint smile played at the corners of his long, firm mouth. “I better mingle. See you later.”

  It was well after midnight when she heard his knock. He closed the door softly and leaned against it, watching her with a lazy smile. He was wearing a simple white bathrobe, standard issue throughout the Spa. She thought she’d never seen a man so beautiful.

  In the low light he looked stunning—six feet of honed, muscled male. Irresistible. So what if he did this with other women? So what if he just wanted a tip? He had to be worth it.

  “I’ll have to trust you on this one, Lily. I’m putting my job on the line here. We’re not supposed to get it on with the guests. If this gets out I’m toast.”

  She wound her arm up round his neck and ground her hips against him, thrilled at the feel of his jutting erection, already swelling against her belly. “And this?” She touched it with a soft fingertip, thrilling to its hard, silky feel. She lowered her voice to a whisper. “What happens if this gets out? I’m toast? “

  He grinned, his teeth glinting white. “Something like that.”

  Her answering smile disappeared into his hungry kiss as he fastened his mouth on hers and pushed her hard up against the wall. She gasped as he forced her legs apart with his knee and his tongue thrust deep, disturbing and hot. She pressed against him, heat flaring deep in her groin and making her throb.

  He was good, every bit as good as he looked. He wrenched open her thin satin robe and captured her breasts, his hands roaming over her soft curves and dips, forcing deep between her legs and claiming her most intimate passages.

  With deep, guttural moans she spread herself open for him, willing him deeper, her muscles hauling hungrily at his questing fingers as she writhed against his jutting erection.

  She forced her hand into the almost nonexistent space between their taut, hungry bodies and grasped his tall, questing cock, hot and leaping now like a living thing, the ridges of tight, gleaming gristle burning into the soft skin of her abdomen, its heat scorching her fingertips.

  He groaned as her soft fingers folded around his shaft and rode him a little, her fingertips mapping his length and his heat and sending thrilling, vivid signals straight to her groin about how he would feel when he finally plunged inside.

  She felt his lips move against her ear as he slipped his hand deep between her legs, his fingers already sliding intimately between her folds, sending tiny ripples of pure pleasure tingling through her as he unfurled her petals layer by layer with expert precision.

  “I want you to come first. Then we play.”

  She shuddered as he increased the pressure, his breath hot on her throat, his free arm wound tightly around her back, pressing her firmly against him, his fingers splayed hard on her backside.

  “How many times have you come for me, Lily?”

  She giggled, ridiculously happy. “No idea.”

  He laughed softly against her lips. “Twenty-five. And I’m not walking out of here until it’s thirty. Deal?”

  She leaned against him with a sigh. “Deal. On one condition.” Was it possible to die of pleasure? Explode with excitement?

  “What?” His scowl turned him instantly into some primal being—beautiful, urgent and needy. The contrast was thrilling. How many other people saw this side of him?

  “You have to come too.”

  It was like she’d unleashed something inside him. He pushed her slowly down, forcing her to her knees. She felt a rhythmic thud of arousal as his erection loomed in her face, huge and hard, glossy with need.

  “You must say if I’m too strong for you and we go slower. I don’t want to hurt you. Take it in your mouth.”

  She fastened over him eagerly, clit throbbing as he towered above her, tall as a colossus, hard as rock. She fondled his scrotum and reached round to caress his taut, muscled butt, feeling her way as she explored his landscape while she thrilled to his rich, salty taste. At last she reached his root and swallowed deep. But she’d never make it last….

  When she pulled away to breathe she glanced up with a cheeky grin. “You’re delicious. I could eat you whole.”

  His soft laugh made her tingle. “Hey, leave some for dessert. Just wet it for now. Better play safe.”

  She heard the rip of foil. Her eyes grew wide as he offered the rolled condom.

  “All yours. But no hands.”

  With a grin she took it on her tongue, eased it over the head of his cock and then smoothed it down his shaft with little twitches of her lips and teeth. The test of her skills as much as this small act of submission made her burn. Now she was dripping, hungry for him. He felt so good….

  At last she leaned back in triumph. With it in place he looked bigger than ever.

  He seemed pleased. “Hey, you’re good.” Unexpectedly he stroked her face, his tenderness almost tipping her over the edge.

  She leaned into his hand but without warning he scooped her up into his arms and dropped her on the bed. Stooping low he fastened his mouth on hers and pushed her gently backward onto the quilt, pushing down her panties and scooping her breasts out of her lacy bra-cups so they bulged invitingly over the tops.

  He pinned her down, his tongue impaling her in a long kiss while he teased and massaged her nipples into hard, throbbing nubs and then released her lips to fasten his mouth on her breasts. She writhed below him, crying out as he hauled and sucked her nipples close to numbness.

  He seemed not to hear, his voice low and savage. “Open your legs. Wider.”

  She lay back with a moan as he leaned down and began to feast, his eager mouth making short work of her building crescendo. She shrieked as her climax thundered through her. As it rippled away he gave a light laugh and surged up over her body in a lithe, flowing movement. At the same moment he captured her mouth, impaling her with his tongue as his sheathed monster plunged inside her in a glorious double invasion, a Viking rampage of hunger and lust.

  After a few strokes he reached down with a low growl. “Now you come too.” His rapid, skilful fingers soon flicked her clit into frenzy and she convulsed below him as he continued to pound, his
steady rhythm jolting her clit into action time and again. She lost count of her orgasms, deliciously filled, his hand still tormenting her tingling breasts until he came too, pumping into her with all the power and ferocity of some mythological beast.

  The following morning she took breakfast by the pool hoping he’d join her. He was a no-show. The croissants were light, the peach juice delicious and the sunlight heavenly but slowly she gathered it was his day off and the day lost its shine. To lift her spirits she decided on some serious pampering but a manicure, a mud bath and even a long session with hot stones left her cold.

  Next day she was back on his massage table, yielding to his warmth and his special, intimate skills. When she asked what he’d been doing his airy reply made her heart sink.

  “One of my clients flew me to her yacht to try out her new jet ski. Last week I got wasted in Vegas. The wife of one of the hotel-owners is an old client. She had some stiffness.”

  Lily tried to keep her tone light. “Somewhere repeatable?”

  He grinned. “I told you, Las Vegas. Why? Jealous?” He dropped a light kiss on her fingers. “Good.”

  Her daily massage became their private, elaborate foreplay. At night he’d come to her room, their passion all the sweeter for being hidden from prying eyes all day as they merely shared smiles or touched fingertips.

  In the brief lulls in their lovemaking he made her talk. Slowly she told him about her divorce and her faltering career. When he asked about her plans she changed the subject. She’d never felt so happy. Daytime was sweet, nighttime sheer bliss.

  Toast never tasted so good.

  One evening he kissed her cheek. “Tomorrow’s your last day. How do you want to spend it?”

  She lay sprawled across him, drinking in his gorgeous, earthy man-smell, fondling his manhood, lying soft, plump and heavily satisfied along his thigh. “I want you naked in the woods all to myself. Impossible, right?”

  He kissed her forehead. “I’ll think about it. Now come here.”

  After lunch next day he led her down to the lake. “I cleared my appointments for the afternoon. I borrowed a boat.”

  As he rowed she trailed her fingers in the water while she admired the muscles rippling under his T-shirt. When they landed he hauled the boat up the shallows a little way and then carried her to the shore, fastening his mouth on hers as they collapsed onto a patch of sand between the trees. Birds sang in the branches overhead as he slowly undressed her and pinned her down while he covered her with kisses. “Is this what you wanted? I come here fishing sometimes. We’re completely alone here.”

  “It’s perfect. Now let me look at you.” She peeled away his clothes in turn, kissing him as she went. “Stand upright, legs apart.” The soft air on her skin made her feel primitive as she waited for him to obey her command.

  He arched an eyebrow and grinned. “What’s this? Strip show?”

  She smiled lazily. “I want to worship you with my mouth.”

  His eyes darkened as she sank to her knees and touched his jutting erection, running her fingers along its silky length and feeling a thrill of power as it twitched in response.

  He groaned, towering over her, his blond hair golden against the dark canopy of green. “You wanted this? I’m honored.”

  “My treat. I owe you.” She took his cock in her mouth, teasing it with little darts of her tongue as she peered up and drank in the sight of him, pagan and primitive man in all his ancient, primal glory and then bent her head and began her worship. He was so big now she wondered if she’d manage him but she swallowed eagerly, tasting and teasing his length before stroking him with long, lascivious sweeps of her inner lips and then forcing herself down over him, lunging to his root at each stroke and pausing to let the gag ease before plunging again.

  She sensed his chest swell and heave above her as she surged along his length, faster and faster until finally he steadied her head with his hands and drew her onto him, speeding her up to meet his needs until he gave a low growl and started to pump, his honeyed gush filling her mouth and surging down her throat.

  When she finally pulled away he was looking down at her with a dazed expression. “I don’t know what to say.”

  She knelt back on her heels, wiping her mouth with a triumphant sweep of her hand. “You just said it. And you’re very welcome. This has all been—perfect.”

  Privately she’d been dreading their parting but at their final good-byes she felt almost serene. They’d talked about it, they’d even joked about it but she’d held firm. It would be pointless to keep seeing each other.

  What did he expect? Surely he said good-bye all the time. It puzzled her that he seemed so distraught, frowning as he took her hand and held it fast. “Why can’t I see you again?”

  She shook her head and held out a small box. “Here, Gunder. These are for you.”

  He opened it slowly. The cufflinks she’d bought him were white gold, with his initials engraved, GO. He glanced up, his eyes suddenly dark. “My initials? Or a hint?”

  Her smile faded. Uneasy now she handed over a check for the last of her money. “Here. I don’t have a jet or a yacht to invite you to. But I want you to have this instead.”

  He’d been worth every penny. But from now on she’d have to be careful…

  His eyes blazed. “Money?”

  She stood very still. “It’s your tip. You’ve earned it. I’ve had a wonderful time—”

  “For fuck’s sake, Lily, I don’t want your money. Would I risk my job here—would I break my professional code just for money?”

  He glared down at her, his eyes wild. “I thought you were different. You seemed so fresh, so shy. You’ve no idea what these women are like. Their eyes crawl all over you like snails. They tell you stuff you don’t want to hear. They want stuff you wouldn’t believe. You weren’t like that. When I touched you it was like”—he paused, his chest heaving—“like I was the biggest thrill ever. You made me feel special. You gave me some dignity.”

  He glowered at her, his eyes raw with pain. “When you came, it was like the dawn rose in your face. I did it over and over just to watch. It made me feel like a man. It made it all worthwhile.”

  He paused for a minute as if to catch his breath. “The links are beautiful. I’ll treasure them. But not this.” He thrust the rumpled check back into her hand.

  At the door he turned with a look of steel. “Wealthy women sure know how to make a guy feel cheap.”

  The slam of the door crashing behind him split her heart like a gunshot. Through the window she watched him disappear among the admiring guests out on the lawns and the last dregs of the happiness she’d paid for drained from her life.

  When she could no longer see him she hauled in a deep breath, reached for her phone and called a cab.

  Three days later she opened her eyes. The hospital room was cold and mean. She’d chosen it because it was cheap. It would take a while to get over the operation. And then there’d be therapy, counseling…it all cost money. And after that? She’d never model again, for sure. She’d turned down too many offers.

  She emptied her mind and thought instead of a tall, blond god, towering among the leaves while she worshipped…

  When she woke again it was broad daylight. She opened her eyes to a blaze of color. Was she hallucinating?

  Slowly the colors focused into petals. There was a bunch of bright flowers right by her bed.

  “Hey. How are you feeling?”

  She blinked. “Gunder?”

  He was sitting opposite, one leg crossed at the ankle, his chin leaning on the back of his hand. Instantly he crossed the room and sat on the bed next to her, peering down into her face. “You’ve been asleep for a while.” His eyes clouded. “Why couldn’t you tell me?”

  She closed her eyes. He must be a mirage, from the painkillers maybe. How cruel… “Go away. I’m dreaming.” Tears of weakness prickled at the corners of her eyes and squeezed out, spilling down into her hair.

  His f
ace flickered with concern as he placed a hand along the side of her cheek. “Hey, I’m real. Feel me.”

  She frowned, still drowsy. “But—how did you find out where I was?”

  He took her hand in his. “I knew you were coming in. I’ve known for a while. I saw your name in the ward lists. I wanted to talk to you, help you prepare. But every time I tried you pushed me away. I wanted to help.”

  She smiled as another tear threatened to spill. “You did help. You’ve no idea how much. But I still don’t see…”

  He frowned. “Hey, easy. You’re still shaky. I work here pro bono one day a week.”

  Her sluggish brain whirred into action. “What about the private jets? The trips to Vegas?”

  Smiling, he shook his head. “I made that up. I come here. I used to be an army physio. Worked with amputees, mainly.” His eyes flickered with concern. “Hey, don’t cry. I’m here now.”

  Strong hands eased her up into a sitting position, raised her pillows and laid her gently back onto them. He sat back with a smile, a benign Viking god, Odin bringing the sun. The warmth in his eyes radiated through her. It brought her nerve endings to life, feeling to her muscles and hope to her heart.

  “I’ve talked to the medics. You’re doing well. You just need a little recovery time and you’ll be back on the road.”

  The tears threatened again. “I can hardly believe it. I thought I’d never see you again. You seemed so bitter….”

  “I know. That was unforgivable. I was angry.” He brushed his lips to hers and then leaned in close and took her in his arms.

  As his mouth took command of her she felt her skin sparking all over with new vigor, new energy—and something else—pulsing, warming little beats of arousal.

  He pulled away, his eyes full of heat. She smiled up at him.

  He ran his finger down the side of her face. “Hey, that’s better. Smile more. Smile a lot. It’ll help you heal. And the sooner you get well the sooner we can make plans. We’ll get through this together. Promise you’ll let me help?”