Sex Objects

by Delilah Devlin

  He paused, glancing around the room, taking in the furnishings, his expression one of amusement when he returned his focus to her. “What’s the shoot for, by the way?”

  She tipped her head to the side, her gaze sliding down the length of his body. “No specific reason. I work with sexy men all the time. You’re sexy.”

  “So, I’m just another job?” Something flashed in his eyes, but disappeared before she could decipher it.

  “Hardly. You’re one of the most beautiful men I’ve seen.” She shrugged. “My husband travels a lot. I’m a visual person. Pictures put me in the mood when I only have my vibrator as my partner in bed.”

  “I’m not sure how I feel about that. Your husband doesn’t mind you having pictures of strange men in your bedroom?” His lips twitched.

  Did the idea of her rubbing the toy over her clit while staring at his image bother him? Perhaps the thought of such an object tunneling in and out of her wet pussy turned him on.

  “You’re so fuckable. It must kill him that he can’t sink into your heat all night, all the time.”

  “We make the most of his trips home. Now be a good boy. Go strip.”

  He grumbled as he crossed to the screen and stepped behind it. The sound of a zipper being pulled and the rustle of denim pushed down strong thighs caused her pussy to flutter. She refocused on the task at hand, first setting up her camera before preparing the room. She lit a few short pillar candles on the credenza along the wall then tackled the queen-size bed.

  A slight clearing of his throat alerted Sam that her subject had reappeared. With a final flick of the wrist, she settled the white down comforter over the mattress, plumped the pillows, and turned, sucking in a breath at the vision before her.

  Holy fuck. Ripped came to mind. Chiseled, too. She swallowed the sudden mouthful of saliva. “You certainly are well built.” And well hung. And growing. The longer she stared, the more rigid he got. She dragged her gaze away, moving to the trail of stars tattooed up his side, and back up to his rugged face. Not an easy task.

  Thomas took a step forward, but she put out her hand to stop him. “I want you on the bed, lying down on your left side, please, facing me.” She sauntered over to stand behind the safety of her camera, kicked off her heels, and busied herself making the necessary adjustments to line up the shot, bringing…everything…into focus. She closed her eyes, using the camera as a temporary shield while willing a sense of calm into her trembling limbs. The vanilla-scented candles, on a normal day, soothed her. Tonight, she imagined licking her favorite ice cream from every inch of his delectable body.

  Doling out instructions while he maneuvered his big frame into the exact pose she wanted, Sam strove to ignore the pebbling of her nipples, the swelling of her pussy lips, the cream seeping, soaking into her panties. And they’d only started.

  “Is this okay?” At last, he had settled into the pose she wanted.

  “Yes.”

  “Now what?”

  “Wrap your hand around your cock.”

  “Excuse me?”

  She peeked up over the camera, and blinked. “You heard me.”

  He shrugged, but his long fingers took up position. “Like this?”

  She gulped. “Stroke it.”

  He started moving his hand up and down his shaft.

  “Slower.” Crap. Was that raspy sound coming from her throat?

  Unhurried, he paced his movement with her breathing. Or was she doing that with each rise and fall of his fist along the length of his thick, hard cock? “Perfect.” She peered through the lens, zooming in on his crotch, biting her lip as she noticed every little crease in his tanned skin—spotted a small cut on his second knuckle and frowned, observed his fingers as they flexed, gripped, moved up, down, up and down. She needed water.

  Sam zoomed out far enough to widen the view, bringing the lower portion of his stomach into the frame, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth as the muscles bunched tight and quivered. A drop of white fluid eased out the slit, slipping down over the dark mushroom-shaped head. His thumb moved through the precum and smoothed it over the soft flesh. She imagined his taste.

  “Roll flat onto your back. Switch hands. Now, bend your right knee and move your right arm back to rest under your head.”

  He followed her instructions to a T, never missing a beat. She clicked away the photos, her finger pressing the button, heedless of whether the photos would even stand up to her normal level of quality. Hell, did she even remember to put film in the damn thing?

  “You know, this would be more fun if you were naked, too, sweetheart. Only fair.”

  His voice, heavy with longing, sexy as hell, lured her. But she didn’t want him to know she’d already passed the limit of her self-control. “Who said this was going to be fair? I’m the one calling the shots here, sweetheart.”

  He shrugged, but the cocky grin remained fixed in place.

  “Tighten your grip.”

  “If I do that, I’ll need to go faster and then I’ll come. Is that what you want? To see me come?”

  She’d never wanted anything more. “I want to see you straining, ready to explode. But don’t you dare come until I tell you to. I won’t be happy if we have to start all over again.” She swallowed a snicker. Would that really be such a terrible thing?

  “Then I’ll need a distraction. Why don’t you put that toy on auto and come join me?”

  Not the worst idea she’d heard. Ensuring the bed fit into the view, she flicked the switch to video, and sauntered out from behind her safety net, sashaying back across the cold floor, adding extra swing to her hips with each stride. As she neared the bed, the hold on his cock loosened. She noticed his hand tremble the slightest bit, otherwise he didn’t move, simply watched her, desire pooling in his dark eyes.

  Placing a knee on the bed, she dropped her hands to her thighs and hiked up skirt. With each side-to-side shimmy of fabric, her sense of power grew. When the skirt, now a belt, bared her pussy, he rewarded her with a growl. She fell forward on her hands and crawled to him, straight at him, forcing him to drop his hands to his sides. She straddled his body, a palm on each side of his head, a thigh grazing each side of his hips. Her breasts, still encased in red lace, hung inches from his mouth; her nipples ached to feel his tongue caress them.

  Thomas’ lust-filled gaze darted to where the rigid points pressed tight against her clothing. He licked his lips. When he lifted his hands, she shook her head, treating him to her most naughty smile. “I didn’t say you could touch.”

  His arms fell to his sides; his glance shifted to her face. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed. She chuckled, the sound low and hoarse; she was so turned on her sex dampened with her arousal.

  “Won’t you at least take off the blouse?”

  Sam pretended to consider the plea. She figured she had moments before the cream flooding her pussy dripped and sizzled on his flesh. Sitting back, she wiggled around, smearing her juice over his stomach muscles. His eager erection tapped her lower back. She slipped the first button through the hole, counted to five between dislodging each tiny pearl. Parting the material, she offered him a full view, and then shrugged it from her shoulders, letting the silk fall from her back to pool over his groin. A hiss escaped from through his teeth.

  “Can I have a taste?”

  “Say please.”

  “I’m begging, honey.”

  “Even better.” She removed her bra and leaned over him, dangling her tits closer to his mouth. Her pebbled nipple teased his lips. He stared into her eyes as his tongue flicked out to lap over her gift. A few swipes and then he latched on, sucking hard. Her eyelashes fluttered, threatening to close. His arms rose up to circle her back, attempting to bring her closer. She locked her elbows and shifted to give him her other breast. With a disgruntled huff, he released the first and devoured the second.

  Her arms shook. The need to grind her pelvis warred with her need to drag this out.

  “Sam.
” He blew hot hair across her wet flesh. God, it felt so good. She squelched the moan rumbling up through her throat.

  Thomas nipped her, a slight sting, then he kissed the spot, his tongue stroking over it, soothing the little bite of pain away. He tried again to haul her down to his chest, but this time she scooted away, crawling backward down his body until she hovered over his thick erection. Taste test time.

  Dropping to her elbows she looked at him. His glorious cock twitched, and seemed to harden a fraction more. Fluid seeped from the tip, leaving a sticky trail to his belly. Gathering it up with her finger, she rubbed it into the silken crest of his shaft. So soft.

  “Sam—”

  “Ssh. I’m playing.”

  He groaned.

  Samantha licked her bottom lip and then dragged her tongue along his cock from root to tip. She repeated the action, reminded of a yogurt pop she’d had the other day. That one had been cold, this one was hot. Both left her sighing in satisfaction.

  She grasped him in one hand, loving how he pulsed in her tight grip. She peered up at him, his hooded gaze clinging to where she held him. His nostrils flared; his chest heaved with each deep pant. She smiled and covered him with her mouth, her tongue curling around him. His eyes rolled back in his head.

  Swallowing as much of him as she could, she bobbed her head up and down his length, her fist taking up the slack, keeping him in a tight grip while she worked his cock with her tongue and lips. She loved how he filled her mouth, how his musky scent mingled with hers. She grazed her teeth along his skin, making him shiver and groan. Hearing a muffled thump, she snuck a peek and chuckled. He’d slapped the bed at his sides. Now, he fisted the comforter in his tight grip, his knuckles white.

  “Fuck, sweetheart. That feels fucking fantastic. Take more. Take it all.” Thomas began to lift his hips, thrusting into her mouth.

  She cupped his balls in her other hand and fondled them, rolling them between her fingers.

  He moaned, low and long. His breathing rate increased and his hips jerked. He swelled in her mouth.

  Sam pulled back, letting him fall from her mouth.

  His eyes flew open. “What the—?”

  “I’m not ready for you to come yet.”

  “But—”

  “My show, remember?” At his whimper, she smothered a laugh. Arousal flourished, and her body hummed like a live circuit. If she didn’t give in to the pleasure soon, she’d combust.

  Climbing off the bed, she crossed to the credenza and retrieved a condom from her purse. Turning on her heel, she gazed at Thomas, stretched out, his tanned skin looking dark against the white linens. The flickering candlelight created shadows in the corners. She ignored the red light on the video camera, and the faint buzz from the refrigerator down the hall.

  Placing the package between her teeth, she tore it open, then ignored his outstretched hand. She removed the condom, tossed the wrapper to the floor, and climbed back onto the bed to straddle his legs. With her eyes on him, she rolled the latex over his erection. He sucked in a breath. Never had she considered such an act so erotic.

  Sam rose to her knees, smoothed her hands up his chest, and leaned down. With their gazes locked on each other, she traced his bottom lip with hers, then his upper one. He wrapped his fingers in her hair and opened his mouth. She dove in, fusing them in a heated kiss, slanting her head to get a better angle. A moan worked its way up her throat to clash with his.

  “Fuck me, Sam.”

  “Yes.”

  Sam reached one hand down between their damp bodies and grasped his hard cock.

  Raising her hips, she tucked the head inside her wet slit, far enough to grab on to him—teasing her, agonizing him. Or was it the other way around?

  Thomas released his hold on her hair, and she pulled away, straightening. She lifted her ass, and with her palms flat on his muscled chest, lowered herself, inch by glorious inch. Her juices paved the way as she stretched to accommodate him.

  “Oh, sweet lord. Christ, woman, you feel so…fuck. Tight. Wet. So fucking hot. Take me all the way. I want your pussy grinding down near my balls. I want the head of my cock kissing your womb.”

  Sam relaxed her inner muscles and slid down farther, groaning at the pleasurable fullness. When she had him all the way inside, she paused to catch her breath, a sense of calm before the storm. She reached out to tweak one of his nipples, and he gasped. She pinched the other one. “Are you ready to play?”

  One dark brow hiked up in surprise. He laughed. “I thought that’s what we’d been doing.”

  “That was foreplay. Now, it’s game time, and I play to win.”

  “There’s not going to be any losers here tonight, sweetheart.”

  “Good to know.” She lifted, held her breath, and sank down again. She repeated the motion, over and over, rising and falling, her tempo increasing as the delicious friction of his cock sliding in and out, rubbing against all kinds of little nerve endings, sparked heat in each direction, creating a wildfire deep in her core.

  He reached up to play with her breasts, squeezing the globes and then twisting her hard nipples between his thumb and finger.

  She let her eyes drift closed, fell in tune with her body as she moved up and down, faster and faster.

  His hands griped her hips, lifting her, bringing her down hard. His hips rose to meet hers, his cock thrusting up to meet the downward slam of her cunt.

  “Please.” Was that him or her? She didn’t know. But she knew the moment his thumb rubbed across her clit it must have been her. A tremor began in her toes, worked its way up through her legs, kept climbing through her body, making her arms, her fingers, even her tits tingle. Sam sucked in air. She dropped her chin to her chest.

  “Look at me.”

  She opened her eyes and stared into his. Sweat beaded his brow, dripped down the side of his face. His one hand clutched her hip, his movements now a little uncoordinated, frantic even as she bounced on his lap.

  “Are you ready, honey?”

  Oh yes, beyond ready. Time to head for home base. She nodded.

  He pinched her clit, and she screamed, crying out as she flung her head back, her orgasm crashing through her. Wave after wave, she convulsed with each, while he continued to pound into her before he arched up, his head pushing against the pillow, his neck straining as he groaned, erupting deep inside her.

  Thomas fell back to the bed, and she collapsed over him. He wrapped his arms around her, bringing their sweat-slicked bodies together. “I have to say, sweetheart, I sure hope not all sessions with your models end up this way.”

  Clothes back on, buttoned and zipped in all the right places, Samantha, with her heels dangling in one hand, followed Thomas back through the office area and out to the parking lot. He hadn’t said a word while they’d dressed. She set the alarm, locked the door and joined him by the cars.

  He gazed down at her, tenderness stamped all over his face. He reached up and tucked a section of hair behind her right ear. “Anything else to do before we leave?”

  “Nope.”

  “Do you have your car keys?” She nodded and held them up.

  “Tonight was fun.”

  She knew she sported a ridiculous grin. “This whole week was fun.” More than she had anticipated. “And now I have some new pics and a video to keep me company on those lonely nights.”

  “So, when can we do it again?”

  “That depends.”

  “On what?”

  “On your schedule, and if your parents are willing to keep Sarah again.”

  He laughed. “Personally, I think they’re hoping a few days of ‘us’ time will get them another grandchild. Besides, they love having her.”

  She placed her empty hand on his chest for balance and tipped up on her toes to nip his chin. “Then I guess we should hurry home. You have to leave tomorrow, and I’m up for another game if you are.”

  He growled and clutched her rear. “I’m right behind you, honey. Lead the way.”r />
  Dark Circus

  Roxy Stone

  “She’s in here, sir.”

  Ivy’s tent flap lifted from the bottom to reveal shiny loafers and a pressed trouser leg.

  “I’m not sure that she’ll have time to visit before the show.” Her assistant, Melanie, sounded nervous and a little silly calling the suit “sir.” It was fun to watch the twit squirm. “Uh, Mistress, you have a visitor.”

  Ivy D. Suede applied the last touches of sparkle to the corners of her eyes—the glamour that would draw in a crowd and keep all focus on her. “I’m not signing posters until after the show. Send him back to his seat.”

  The pant leg grew as the tent flap lifted, revealing a body built like a weapon of carnal delight, but covered grotesquely in a cheap, button-down shirt under an ugly brown sports coat. The nerd reflected in her mirror wore glasses and a hard line for a mouth. Nope, he’d definitely have to wait until after the show.

  Ivy growled at the interruption. “Damn it, Melanie. Can’t you do anything without me holding your hand?”

  Dorkus Erelious stepped forward and cleared his throat. “Ms. Suede, my name is—”

  “Absolutely of no consequence to me.” Ivy slanted her eyes down his body. It really was a shame to cover something that looked so delicious under such boring clothing. “Unless you’re here to tell me I’ve won the Power Ball, get out.”

  “But, Ms. Suede, I must insist. I’m here from the Internal Revenue Service.” He stopped and rummaged through the files beneath his arm. “I have a formal letter and a demand to stop all business proceedings of your circus until you’ve cleared up the matter of your…sizable back taxes.”

  “I have paid all my IRS payments through my attorneys and have the receipts to prove it. I have no idea what you’re talking about, and you’ll not be closing down my show. Not tonight anyway.” And especially not dressed like that.