EroticTakeover (12 page)

Jodi sighed, loving his cock’s silky texture that was
smoother than the richest ice cream. She relished the head’s plump contours and
the salty taste of his—

There was a light rap on the door before it slid open.

Jodi hesitated but couldn’t stop. She slipped his cock
farther into her mouth.

Mac coughed then said, “We’re not through, Pete.” His voice
was surprisingly steady, despite Jodi’s tongue flicking over his shaft. “Come
back in twenty.”

“You got it. Enjoy.”

The edge of the door tapped against the jamb.

“God,” he croaked, sagging in his chair.

Jodi figured she should have cared if Pete had seen her but
she didn’t. This night was too extraordinary to follow rules.

She guided Mac’s cock to the back of her throat. He panted.
She licked his length with wonder and desire then suckled him with all the
passion she felt. His rod grew even harder, longer.

Delighted at the pleasure she was giving him, Jodi tongued
the back of his crown where he was the most sensitive.

“No, no, no,” he babbled.

She stopped and concentrated on his shaft, licking the thick
veins, worshipping them with her mouth and tongue. When he’d finally settled
down, she returned to his crown and lapped it ruthlessly. He stiffened,
collapsed then went rigid once more. On a muffled growl, Mac came in her mouth.

Jodi drank him dry. Grinning, she let his cock slip out of
her mouth and eased it to the side.

“Oh Jesus shit,” he gasped.

She made a soft, purring sound then continued suckling his
right ball while fondling the left. His sac enthralled her. It was so damn male
Jodi could hardly contain herself.

Mac groaned. “I can’t stand it.”

She spoke around his nut. “I won’t hurt you.”

“Hurt? You’re fucking killing me.”

In the best way. Ignoring his pleas, Jodi suckled his ball
until she’d had her fill of it then concentrated on the other.

At last, Mac slumped in his chair, his ass on the edge of
the seat, legs spread widely. Jodi gave his boys one last kiss and crawled from
beneath the table. She’d just taken her seat when there was a tentative knock
on the door.

“Come in,” she called out.

“Shit,” Mac muttered, searching frantically for his napkin.
It had fallen to the floor. With nothing else to cover his well-loved balls and
cock, he yanked the tablecloth toward himself. The plates rattled.

Jodi smiled serenely at him then at Pete. “I don’t think
we’ll be needing dessert.”

They returned to the studio and went at each other, burning
off the fuel they’d consumed at Garner’s. Propped against the sofa, Mac had
Jodi straddle him, her back to his front so he could play with her boobs while
she worked his cock in her cunt.

Her pussy’s easy slide down his hard rod blurred his vision
and snatched his breath. It took a monumental effort to remember her pleasure
while she was delivering so much delight. Gritting his teeth to stave off
orgasm, Mac stroked her nipples then finally teased her nub. She faltered
slightly, her pumps not as assured, her throaty growl telling him she was as
lost as he was in the swirl of pleasure.

Too many lovely sensations pressed close, threatening to
overwhelm. Mac encouraged every vibrant moment. He jerked his hips to sink his
shaft deeper into her. Jodi’s pleased cry proved she was through with control
and dedicated to driving them both to the edge and beyond. He rubbed her clit
harder. She fondled his balls gently even as she moved like a piston up and
down his cock.

Within seconds, Mac’s orgasm slammed hard. He let out a
joyous howl that filled the room. Jodi fell against him on a prolonged wail
then a whimper. They panted together. He sensed their hearts beating as one. A
silly, romantic notion but Mac didn’t care.

They snoozed on the floor but he awoke a short time later,
wanting more. Pulling off the condom, Mac tossed it aside, not caring where it
landed. Jodi regarded him sleepily as he crawled close.

“Time to wake up?” she whispered.

“Only if you want to.” This time, he straddled her, his head
facing her feet, his shaft and balls dangling above her face.

Directives weren’t needed for what they both craved. Jodi
parted her legs and bent her knees, giving Mac what he wanted. Braced on his
elbows, he wrapped his arms around her thighs to keep them parted then finally
had his dessert, savoring her pussy, clit, heat and scent.

A jagged groan escaped him. He lapped and suckled her, never
wanting this to end.

Jodi’s body wiggled at his carnal attentions even as she
licked his length and caressed his sac, her grunts and moans matching his.

They rocketed toward their respective peaks, lost in the
wonder of the evening and their shared desires. Words weren’t necessary or even
possible as their climaxes erupted, pulling everything there was from them
before the sensations drifted away, leaving Mac and Jodi drained, wrapped in
each other’s arms.

After they rested, Jodi donned the leather thong with the
awesome slit through the crotch. The item fit her perfectly, its smooth animal
skin hugging her curves, the opening in front displaying her naked folds, still
puffy and damp from his passion.

Mac set up the lighting as quickly as he could. Wasn’t easy.
As Jodi waited for him, she reclined in a chair, one leg draped over its arm,
the other stretched out, her thighs parted widely. She’d folded her arms over
her head, her expression relaxed and poised, her randy pose making it
impossible for Mac to think.

Jodi smiled as though she understood the hell she was
putting him through.

Two could play at that game. Once Mac had her posed in the
same damn position—without her legs spread so far apart—he kissed her deeply,
nibbled her nipple and licked her clit then stopped and squeezed off shot after
shot while her inner fire smoldered just shy of breaking through. Precisely the
look he wanted and knew Quinn would love.

* * * * *

That night, Mac and Jodi went at it until two in the
morning. During the following days, he photographed her repeatedly before and
after hours. She never complained. Many times, she was far more dogged about
the photo shoot than he was. She brought in a ton of Avon makeup and applied it
more carefully than Hilary ever had with the other models.

“I want to look good,” Jodi had said.

Mac heard the plea behind her words, knew she wanted to be
desirable. Cultural expectations had denied her that, stupidly considering her
too curvy, her freckles too sweet, glasses too unattractive.

If she couldn’t be buck-naked, Mac liked her best in jeans
and T-shirts, sporting her specs. The woman he’d captured in his shots was an
illusion without a soul, heart and the teasing he loved.

For days, Jodi asked to see her pictures, raw or
Photoshopped. Mac kept putting her off without understanding why, even getting
her promise that she wouldn’t go into the files without his permission.
Pretending the shots would never be seen by anyone except him—especially some
goddamn leering perv—was something he had to do for some measure of control,
which seemed to be fading fast. Her car was finally finished. Without an excuse
to pick her up or take her home any longer, Mac felt lost, his mood shitty
because of it.

Even Chloe seemed to have noticed and mellowed as much she
could when she was around him.

“We’re ready,” she announced to him.

He’d paused at Jodi’s desk to be near her. Annoyed by the
interruption, Mac turned and glared at Chloe. She bared her teeth in what he
guessed was a smile.

“Please?” she said.

“In. A. Minute,” he answered then spoke to Jodi. “Your car’s
still okay? Everything’s working?”

She looked from Chloe to him and nodded. “It’s great. They
did a wonderful job. Have you talked to Quinn yet about the photos? I can’t pay
you back without the fee he’s giv—“

“Screw the money,” Mac interrupted. “I’ve told you
repeatedly it doesn’t mean shit to me.”

“Because you’ve always had so much,” she shot back. “I
haven’t. So it
is
important to me.”

Mac shoved his fists in his front pockets. He wanted to
holler at her and hadn’t a clue why.

“Didn’t the photos turn out?” she murmured softly, peeking
again at the others as if they might overhear. “Do you need to take more of them?
Did I do something wrong?”

“Hell no. You were great. They’re great.”

“Then show me, please.”

“I can’t now. I’m busy. Clearly, we’re not alone.”

Chloe kept pacing closer, her skinny arms crossed over her
chest.

“I’ll get to them,” Mac finally said to Jodi. “I swear.”

“When?” She was obviously confused since he never missed
deadlines. “Isn’t Quinn waiting for them?”

He’d been bugging Mac about the shots for the last two days,
asking to see something—no matter how small—so he could move forward with his
new line.

“By the end of the week, I’ll show you what I have,” he said
to her. “If you like what you see, then I’ll send them to Quinn.”

She nodded, her expression softening with trust.

Her confidence in him made Mac happy and uneasy at the same
time. Shit, he was going nuts. “You up for a dog tonight?” Ever since they’d
become intimate they’d hung out for hours. Even with her photo session over,
Mad had insisted she come to the studio well before it opened so they could
hang out some more.

“Sure. But I can’t stay out too late. I haven’t gone grocery
shopping in weeks. I’m out of everything.”

He shrugged. “I’ll go with you. I can help haul stuff. We
can pick up something there to eat.”

Jodi made a face. “It’s grocery shopping, Mac. We can’t…”

When she didn’t finish, he asked, “Can’t what?”

She leaned close and whispered, “Do anything to each other
in the store. They’ll have us arrested.”

“I’ll be good.”

True to his word, Mac didn’t touch her in any inappropriate
places while he strolled the aisles, pulling boxes and cans off the shelves,
reading the ingredients as if he’d never done anything like this before.

Jodi suspected he hadn’t, finding her life an adventure he’d
never had to face. For someone like him, it was a fun challenge to budget
money, clip coupons, search for all the specials. At least until it became a
bore, which would happen eventually.

Her heart cramped at the thought that this would be their
first and last grocery trip together. Never had she wanted him more. He was so
damn hot and adorable. Like a little boy with his first puzzle, trying to put
all the pieces together.

Bent at the waist, Mac studied the store labels beneath the
spaghetti sauces. Each showed the cost-per-ounce comparison between the brands.

Two middle-aged women reached past him for their choices. He
apparently didn’t notice.

They stared at his hard ass and luscious profile then gave
Jodi the once-over, dismissing her as though she had nothing to do with him.
She could read their thoughts in their expressions—
a hottie like
him
surely
wouldn’t be with someone like
her.

Sighing, Jodi checked the time. They’d been here forty
minutes already. Mac looked as though he could go all night at this when he
couldn’t find even a minute to work on her shots.

They had to be awful. That had to be why he hadn’t shown
them to her yet. He didn’t want to waste any more time on trying to make her
look good.

Unfortunately that was the least of Jodi’s worries. Without
the fee, it’d take her forever to pay him back for her car. She couldn’t accept
a long-term loan from him and certainly not a gift. Jodi didn’t want Mac to
think that since they’d slept together, she’d take advantage of his generosity,
expecting money or for him to pay for all their meals. A part of her knew that
if she’d had the funds, she might have paid him to be with her.

That’s how lost she was. How much she liked him.

“This one,” he said, tapping the bottle of Prego. “It’s
three cents cheaper than the other—wait, I think we have a coupon.” He checked
his iPhone and beamed as if he’d just inherited Garner’s. “Fifty cents off.
Awesome. I’m adding it to your shopping cart.”

Jodi’s stomach kept rolling. “Which of my shots did you like
the best?”

Mac’s thumb stopped tapping his iPhone. A moment passed
before he looked at her, his expression guarded. “All of them.”

“They can’t all be great. Which one stood out the most?”

He lowered his phone and sighed.

Oh crap, here it comes.
He was going to tell her the
shots were worse than her DMV photo. Drawing in her shoulders, Jodi braced
herself for the worst.

Mac frowned. “Are you in pain?” He hesitated then leaned
close and whispered, “Have you started your period?”

She blinked and shook her head. “Answer me. Which photo?”

He waited until a woman with two kids plodded by then said,
“The one with the chastity belt and nipple rings, all right?”

Jodi thought back, recalling how he’d taken her photo in
those items shortly after he’d had her on her knees adoring his cock. “It looks
good? Really?”

“They all do.” He put the Prego in her basket. “Where’s the
cheap wine?”

“Why?” Did he need a drink as badly as she did?

“We can’t have spaghetti without booze. What kind of cook
are you?”

Jodi lifted her shoulders, her mind stuck on how he’d said
“we”, as though they were a couple…or maybe just friends. That had to be it.
Mac had fun when he was with her, just as he would with a guy, with the added
bonus of sex.

“You can’t cook?” he finally said then sighed. “Looks as if
tonight’s on my shoulders.”

“You’re going to make a meal for us?”

“Sure. How hard can it be? If I hit a problem, I’ll Google
it on my phone or call Joe.”

She frowned. “Who’s Joe?”

“The chef at Garner’s. Great guy. He can talk me through
anything.”

Jodi laughed. “You do know there are cooking instructions on
the packages.”

Mac picked up the box of spaghetti. His eyebrows lifted as
he read the directions.

God, he was beautiful when he was clueless. “Do you eat out
for every meal?”

“Nope.” He tossed the box back in her cart. “I get delivery
or takeout sometimes.”

“You don’t even have coffee at your place?”

“There’s a Starbucks less than a mile away.” He leaned into
her and murmured, “That’s why God made them, for guys like me.”

Wow, he really was a virgin at this. Tonight was going to be
something.

* * * * *

As promised, Mac hauled Jodi’s groceries into her cramped
apartment, which was just slightly larger than his office at the studio. He
didn’t seem to notice her cheap living room furniture, all of it from yard
sales. He paused briefly in the hall and glanced at the door to her bedroom
before he strode into the kitchen.

“I’ll put everything away,” she said, “so you can start
cooking.”

He slanted her a look that made her knees weak. “You don’t
think I can do this, do you?”

“I don’t know. Can you?”

He pulled the stuff he needed out of the paper bags and read
each container carefully, even the advertisements on the side. “If we finish
this box tonight, we can turn it in for a discount on the next Terminator
movie. Cool.” He explored her kitchen, opening then closing her cabinets.

Jodi leaned against the counter. “What do you need?”

“Sexually or for our meal?”

She laughed. “The food. I know what you like in the other
department.”

“Seriously? I’ve forgotten. You may have to remind me.” With
a roguish grin, he gestured to the box of spaghetti. “I need something to cook
that it.” He glanced around then homed in on her coffeemaker.

Jodi quickly handed him a pot.

With his arms crossed over his chest, he watched the water,
apparently waiting for it to boil, cursing when it didn’t do so quickly.

Jodi sprinkled salt into the water.

“Whoa.” He uncrossed his arms and pushed out his hand to
keep hers away. “What are you doing to my stuff?”

“You mean your water?” She eyed the precious bulge between
his legs then gave him a sweet smile. “Helping to increase its boiling point.”

Mac brought up Google on his iPhone, tapped something out,
read whatever came up and nodded. “Okay. But don’t touch it again. Let me do
it.”