by Tina Donahue
Mac sipped his coffee, not knowing how to comment. He felt inadequate and slightly guilty because he’d had so much. “What’s your mom do?”
“She’s a part-time cashier at a grocery chain. She keeps begging for more hours but can’t get them so she has to sell Avon stuff on the side. I bought as much as I could of the products to help her out.”
He smiled. What an amazing daughter her parents had. “I have noticed how good you smell.”
Jodi chuckled. “Avon would be pleased to hear that.” She grabbed a melon ball. “What do your parents do?”
Mac spoke of them so infrequently it was a moment before he could get started. “Dad owns an IT company in Silicon Valley. Last I heard, he’s worth a couple of billion. Mom inherited her millions early so she’s never worked.”
Jodi’s mouth hung open. She closed it quickly and asked, “They’re actually that rich?”
“Yep.”
“You don’t seem impressed.”
“It’s only money.”
“Well yeah, but…” She popped the melon ball in her mouth, chewed slowly then swallowed. “Don’t you guys get along?”
“You mean do I see them on a regular basis?”
“Yeah.”
He ran his toes over hers. Jodi smiled.
Her reaction to his touch meant more to Mac than his parents’ wealth, not that he could confess such a thing to her. “Dad’s on his sixth—no wait—his seventh marriage. Mom’s working on her fifth. They had kids with a couple of their numerous spouses. I was the first, so they’ve been kind of busy with other people since then.”
Her smile had already frozen and looked deeply pained. “I’m so sorry.”
“About what?”
“Your family—your lack of one. It must have been tough growing up. Are you close to your siblings?”
“Not really. They live all over the world.”
“How sad.”
Mac grinned self-consciously then joked, “Hey I survived. It wasn’t that awful.”
Jodi didn’t look convinced. She rested her hand on his thigh. “You must have been so lonely at times.”
Well yeah, but he’d been that way most of his life and had just accepted being by himself as normal. After he’d gone crazy over women in college, Mac had lost himself in his work. Right now, he couldn’t have cared less about photography or his family. His head buzzed from her fingers stroking him. “I like this song.”
Jodi looked over at the radio, her expression saying she just noticed the music—a lyrical oldie with soft strains and subdued bass, the singer crying the words, making a listener’s heart break.
Mac wrapped his fingers around hers and pushed to his feet. She looked up, her gaze questioning.
“Dance with me?” he asked.
Surprise and pleasure flooded her face. On her feet, Jodi wrapped her arms around his shoulders and melted into him, her breasts snug against his chest, her lips on his throat, their hips joined.
Mac lifted his face toward the ceiling and swallowed hard. Her softness, scent and heat sent his pulse racing. Need tore through him, indescribable in its intensity. He couldn’t touch her enough. His hands slid down her back, over her ass, then went back up again to take the same journey.
They swayed to the music, not really dancing, but who the fuck cared? Within Jodi’s embrace, Mac felt protected somehow. She suckled his throat as though she’d never tasted anything better.
Shit, he was on fire, his senses sharper than they’d ever been. He heard each breath she took. His body registered the damp heat of her lips and tongue. He inhaled deeply, pulling in her sweet scent, drowning in her musk.
“I want you,” he said, unable to help himself.
Jodi stilled.
Aw shit. He’d pushed her too fast. Now he’d have to start over and convince her he was a good guy, she could take a chance on him and—
“I want you too,” she whispered.
Mac froze, uncertain he’d heard her correctly. He eased back and studied her face.
Jodi’s cheeks flushed with what might have been desire or embarrassment. Mac wasn’t sure which.
Unable to stand the suspense, he asked, “What?”
She smiled softly. Wonder and yearning shimmered in her eyes. “I want you so much.”
Before Mac could respond, Jodi sank to her knees, her hands moving to the waistband of his jeans.
Chapter Five
It was like watching herself in a dream.
Hard lust was something Jodi engaged in during her fantasies, never in real life. Doubt and longing had always dogged her days.
Not now. Another surge of tenderness hit, giving Jodi the courage to follow her heart.
Mac wasn’t only the most physically beautiful man she’d ever known, he was a genuinely good guy. Kind. Generous. As surprisingly lonely as she’d been. She’d recognized his melancholy when he’d spoken of his family. Parents and siblings who were nothing more than strangers, living so far away, not staying in touch.
How could anyone do that to him? What in the hell was the matter with them?
Overcome with emotion, she wrapped her arms around his narrow hips and snuggled her face into his hard belly. It quivered with his sharp intake of breath. His cock stiffened, pressing against her.
She nestled closer in return and inhaled deeply, loving how he smelled. The fresh scent of fabric softener clung to his tee, mingling with the cologne he always wore and his own unique fragrance. So male her skin tingled.
“Jodi?” His voice rasped as though it was a struggle for him to speak. “What are you doing?”
Prolonging the moment. Recording each sound and smell, the hard contours of his body, the impressive thunder of his heart. These minutes were such a miracle Jodi needed to store them deep inside to revisit in the future when her time with him was over.
And it would be. Sleeping with Mac was light-years away from getting a commitment from him or them becoming close friends. That should have bothered the hell out of her.
Although caution and good sense edged close, Jodi pushed her doubt away, unable to deny herself any longer. She was willing to face future hurt for what little she could have now. Dumb, she knew, but she was helpless against this.
“Enjoying you.” She finally answered him.
Soft laughter rumbled in Mac’s chest. “There’re all sorts of goodies beneath my clothes. Give me a sec and you’ll see.” He tried to slip his fingers past her shoulder to his fly.
Jodi eased his hand away. “I’ll do it.” She kissed his palm then asked, “Should we worry about the windows and lights?” From a distance, people outside could see in to the second-story windows. No way did she want their passion to cause a car accident.
He swallowed loudly at her tonguing the pads of his fingers. “We’re too far up for anyone to see in from the sidewalk and too far away from the windows for anyone else to spot us unless they’re in a helicopter hovering nearby. Even if they did that, the sun’s already up and shining against the glass.”
By god, it was. The first rays had already spilled into the room, their brightness strengthening with each moment. No doubt they also reflected off the glass to hide whatever went on in here.
She released his hand and pushed up his navy tee to expose his belly. Short dark hairs swirled around his navel and trickled in a thin line to his groin. Jodi traced them with her tongue.
Mac made a noise between a grunt and a groan. Turned-on, yeah, but also sounding as though he wanted her to get a move on.
But Jodi had dreamed of this for too long to race through it. She slipped the metal disc through its opening and eased down his fly. His snug underwear was the same shade of blue as his tee. She trailed her fingertips over the soft cotton.
The bulge between Mac’s legs grew bigger, harder.
He huffed out his breath. “Hurry.”
She couldn’t. With her thumbs beneath the waistband of his jeans and underwear, Jodi moved carefully, some would say casually
, as she guided both down past his hips, pausing when she’d reached his hairy groin.
God, god, god. It was far better than she’d imagined, the hair black and bushy, masculine to the extreme. Jodi’s throat constricted, not allowing her to swallow. She pressed her nose to his thatch of hair and moaned at its wonderful fragrance. Clean yet musky. The room whirled.
Mac groaned. “Take me in your mouth.”
Not yet. They had hours and hours before anyone would arrive.
She slid Mac’s clothes down, freeing his cock. It sprang out, the crown grazing Jodi’s jaw. Her mouth sagged open. His rod was long and meaty, ruddy in color with thick veins coursing up the hard shaft. The satiny head was a darker red, the cap glutted with passion that pushed a tiny pearl of pre-cum from the small slit at the top.
Pulling in a strangled breath, she stared at his balls. Plump and lightly furred, just as Jodi had pictured them, the sac snuggled so close to his body it betrayed his excitement for this and for her.
“Good god,” she murmured. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?”
“What? No. Who cares about that?” He panted. “I’m gonna die if you don’t suck me.”
Smiling, Jodi cupped Mac’s rod in her palm, holding it with reverence. How any straight woman could resist this part of a man was a mystery to her. Jodi knew if she had her own cock, she’d play with it all day.
His shaft continued to come alive in her loving embrace, lengthening a bit more, its girth widened. Fascinated, she stared at the transformation then licked the drop of pre-cum from the slit. Mac pushed to his toes. Jodi sighed. His lubrication was slightly salty, the same as his skin.
He dropped back to his heels and growled.
“No more waiting,” she promised.
“Thank—god.”
She’d taken his right ball into her mouth, determined to enjoy it and the other first. His cock would be her dessert.
Mac made a choking noise at her tongue dragging over his wrinkly skin, exploring the contours of his hair-roughened sac. His nut was amazingly hot, nicely heavy in her mouth and smelled heavenly. Feral and uncivilized. Not wanting him to stumble away, Jodi gripped his ass then had a better thought and slid her fingers into the furrow between his cheeks.
“Motherfuck,” he groaned.
With great care and undeniable tenderness, Jodi suckled his ball. Not only because she craved this but wanted to distract him from what else she’d planned. Little by little, she eased her fingers toward his anus. When she’d reached the tight ring, Jodi stroked once then probed it gently.
Mac froze. Even his noisy huffs stopped.
Oh crap. She’d thought he’d love her playing with this part of him. Worried, Jodi jerked her hand away.
Mac shuddered. He planted his hands on either side of her head and snarled, “Why’d you stop? Don’t fucking stop.”
She tongued his nut from her mouth and looked up. His head hung between his shoulders. Several strands of hair dangled over his forehead and grazed his cheeks. His complexion was so dark it looked as though he’d been holding his breath.
“You like that?” she asked. “You don’t mind me messing with—?“
“Don’t. Stop.” He pulled in a huge breath then panted it out like a dog that had run several miles. “Do whatever the fuck you want. Please.”
“Alrighty then.”
Mac laughed then barked a curse as Jodi took his other ball into her mouth, lavishing it with attention. When she worked the tip of her little finger into his anus, Mac wiggled and gasped but he let her use every part of him as her personal playground.
His body heat was amazing, his reactions all over the place. He yielded to her for a few seconds then suddenly tightened his anus around her finger. When Jodi started to withdraw her hand, he relaxed, allowing her to explore him further.
Attuned to his needs, she did her best to please him, at last guiding his cock into her mouth.
He went still as a corpse again, his hands going slack on her head. Then he whooped in delight. “Yes. Holy shit, yes. Don’t you dare stop.”
As if she could. Jodi opened her throat so she could take all of him inside. It wasn’t easy. Mac was a big guy. Not freakishly long like a porn star, whose cock had its own zip code. He was definitely normal but still huge. Determined and aroused beyond anything she’d known, Jodi took him in, inch by luscious inch.
His growl, grunt, groan and sigh said he enjoyed her avid attention to his pleasure.
Encouraged, Jodi edged forward, slipping more of him into her mouth. Not wanting to neglect the rest of him, she eased her finger deeper into his anus and cradled his balls with her free hand.
A string of oaths burst from Mac. He stiffened and sounded as if he could barely breathe.
Good. Killing him with carnal bliss was her goal, along with giving him what every man coveted. A blowjob from heaven.
She had a bit more to go before he was fully within her mouth. Perspiration coated the back of her neck and the area beneath her breasts. Despite the air-conditioning, the room seemed unbearably hot. Jodi needed to swallow but didn’t, wanting his pleasure more than her own comfort. On one last, determined move, she closed the scant space that separated them. The tip of her nose touched his hairy groin, his fragrance filling her.
Mac groaned loud enough to set off car alarms.
Jodi didn’t take time for a single sigh. As she worked her finger in his anus and fondled his weighty balls, she eased back to gently release his cock from her mouth then took him inside again, her tongue worshipping him.
He babbled something she didn’t catch, his actions telling Jodi all she needed to know. His body went rigid, weak then rigid once more. A dribble of sweat ran down his belly. He gripped her skull as though he needed it for support.
She offered herself gladly as her tongue glided over his full length and her mouth used him in a way her pussy never could.
His balls fattened and constricted within her caress, telling Jodi he was a breath away from climax.
He fought it.
First he held his breath. Jodi counted off the seconds, wondering how long he’d last as she swirled her tongue around his shaft and head.
He made it to six before he puffed out his air and groaned.
Next he stiffened, as though that would tame the nerve endings in his precious rod.
Jodi’s next licks on his shaft and crown proved it hadn’t.
Finally Mac drove his fingers through her hair and cupped the back of her head. He squirmed at her teasing his anus. When she finally went for broke and tongued the bumpy skin on the back of his crown, a guttural sound rushed from him, followed seconds later by his yowl of delight.
At last he was hers.
Thick, creamy cum spurted into Jodi’s mouth. She drank it greedily, sucking him dry, licking him clean.
Mac’s legs wavered. He wheezed out a breath then gasped for more.
“Hold on to my shoulders,” she murmured.
He gripped her head even tighter.
Good enough. Jodi pushed his clothes down to his feet. His thighs and calves were strikingly muscular, pleasantly hairy, his bronze skin unbroken by tan lines, undoubtedly because he swam in the nude. God.
“I gotta sit,” he panted.
“Oh sure. Sorry. Hold on to me while I help you with your clothes.”
He dug his fingers into her skull.
She winced. “Ah, hold on to my shoulders. Please.”
Once he’d gripped her there, she worked fast, tugging his jeans and boxer briefs off one foot then the other. With the garments free of him, she tossed them aside.
Mac sank so fast, his knees cracked against the floor. Jodi made a face at the awful sound.
“You okay?”
He gagged out a “yes.”
She grabbed a towelette and tore open the small packet.
Mac struggled with his tee, trying to get it off, failing miserably. The shirt was stuck on his head and elbows.
“Give
me a sec,” she said, cleaning her hands with the moist, lemony-scented square. “I’ll help.”
He muttered something Jodi didn’t understand and fought the garment, finally yanking it off.
A wayward sunbeam grazed his powerful tat, bruising biceps, pecs and torso. Nothing but bronze skin and taut muscles, his abs so defined they looked sculpted. Tuffs of black hair peeked from his pits.
The room twirled again.
Mac let out a prolonged sigh then gasped, “Thanks.”
She eased his hair behind his ear and touched his black stud, liking how smooth it felt beneath her fingertips and how great the earring looked on him. “My pleasure.”
“It will be.” He took another few minutes to calm his breathing and to yawn lustily then finally lifted his face. His eyes were hooded, his grin surprisingly alert and sinful. “Now it’s your turn.”
Jodi’s mouth went dry in anticipation and more than a little dread at him seeing her naked in all this light. Suddenly the sun seemed determined to violate the space, turning the pretty things hazy and golden while revealing every defect in the not-so-pretty things. “You don’t need to take a nap?”
“Sure. When I’m eighty. Right now I want you naked.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
As cute as he looked, that didn’t persuade Jodi to strip. “Can we actually do anything?” she blurted, suddenly remembering the obvious. “I mean I’m not protected.” Until now, she’d had no reason to be. There hadn’t been a lot of guys wanting to sleep with her.
Mac patted her thigh. “Got it covered.”
Jodi stared at his cock. All tuckered out from what she’d done. She wanted to kiss it. “You’ve had a vasectomy?”
“Hell no.” He paused to yawn again then pushed to his feet, wavering slightly.
Jodi reached out to catch him. “Are you all right?”
