Ignoring the hard, prickly, straw-covered floor, I shifted around to lie back beside him, and urged him with my hands to roll over on top of me. He was careful of my petite size as he settled between my open thighs and pushed up my gown. His eyes met mine, silently asking for my permission. I nodded and he surged forward, entering me quickly, as though fearful I would change my mind.
Oh, yes! I gasped in delight. He was all that I’d imagined and more.
He stroked me with long, hard thrusts, his eyes never leaving my face while my hips rose up to meet him. I marveled at his strength and control. He slowed, realizing this was no game. Despite his doubts, I was for real.
When I placed a hand to his chest, he halted his movements and eyed me critically, once again suspicious and wary of my motives. “Let me up,” I told him. Sullenly he watched me get to my feet. His face lit back up when I reached for his hand. From an ingeniously hidden pocket in my toga, I quickly drew forth a vial filled with lubrication. Extracting a generous amount, I stashed the vial and went to work—much to the gladiator’s delight—slicking up his cock. I turned so my back was to him, then I opened my legs and bent over, bracing my hands against my knees. Figuring out my motive quickly, he got into position behind me. I sighed when I felt his finger slip into my pussy.
“Yes,” I hissed, feeling the head of his cock push against my ass. Grasping my hips with his giant hands, he entered me, his cock creeping forward, as my body stretched to accommodate him. I fisted my hands and bit my lip to keep from crying out. His cock was huge. Even bigger than the medieval knight’s had been. I hoped I could take him without crying out. Once he was in full hilt, he paused. It dawned on me in that moment that he was now the one in control. Not me as I’d assumed. It was he, the gladiator slave, who would determine when he would bring the Roman lady to fulfillment.
When he remained still, I began to worry. I didn’t have much time. What was he waiting for? Why didn’t he fuck me?
“Please.” Did he want me to beg? “Fuck me,” I cried. It was not a command.
He chuckled—damn him—before he at last began to move.
For several long, agonizing, incredible minutes, he pumped into my ass.
Caught in the throes of ecstasy, I lost all sense of time. The pressure built and built inside me. I cried and pleaded for completion, until finally I screamed my release—and vanished.
I arrived back in my room, still bent forward, hands braced on my knees.
“Damn it!”
I reached out and snatched the Pocket Jumper off my bedside table, scanning the picture in the viewer window. Tracking me as I journeyed into the past, the device was pinpointed on the scene I had just left. There was the gladiator, I saw, standing where I had left him, his hands still placed where my hips should be. He looked about the enclosure in confusion.
In the next moment his head snapped in the direction of the doorway. It was obvious by the look on his face that the guard was coming. He backed up against the wall.
In one stupid, forgetful moment, screaming out the way I had, I’d just endangered the life of the man who’d given me the best ride I’d ever had.
Chapter Four
I had no choice but to return. I set the switch on the Jumper to create the bubble again, and without a second thought I leaped through.
I stumbled and landed on my knees on the hard floor of the stall, right before the gladiator. Though he was stunned, and no doubt full of questions, I would have to deal with him later. Hearing the guard’s approaching footsteps I sprang to my feet. The gladiator remained frozen against the wall. I don’t know who he feared most, the guard or me.
The guard opened the door and glared at the both of us. “I heard a scream. What is happening?” he demanded.
“My fault,” I said, trying to appear embarrassed, and speaking as little as possible. “I saw a spider.”
He turned a suspicious gaze on the giant behind me. “Are you certain that is all?”
“Quite,” I assured him.
A tense few seconds later the guard finally turned on his heel and left us. I breathed a huge sigh of relief then turned around to confront problem number two. When I faced the gladiator I was surprised to see he had composed himself. “Are you all right?” I asked.
He shrugged, I guess not trusting himself to speak.
“Sorry about that,” I said. “I didn’t mean to cause trouble for you.”
“You came back,” he said after staring at me awhile.
Now it was my turn to shrug. “I had to.”
“How long will you stay?”
“I better leave now, or I could really get you into trouble.” If I strolled out of here there would be no problem. I’d get back to where I’d originally landed and leave from there—no witnesses. The gladiator would forget about me in time, striking it up to a hard day in the ring and overtiredness.
Before I left, I kissed him goodbye. “What’s your name?” I had to ask.
He didn’t answer me right away. “Taranis,” he finally said, as though revealing some big secret.
His hard blue eyes held mine for a moment while the trace of a smile formed on his lips. “’Til we meet again.”
“Not likely to happen,” I said with a sigh. I walked over to the exit, battling my desire to lie down and let Taranis enter me again. There wasn’t time. However, I thought devilishly, there may be time for a quick stand-up fuck. That was, if the gladiator was up for it.
Unable to resist, I turned back around and gave the hunk a heated glance, starting with his eyes and slowly lowering, stopping to linger on his erect cock. Yep—he was up for it. I pulled up my toga around my hips and rushed toward him. Taranis caught me as I jumped into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist. He braced himself, backing against the wall, legs slightly bent and wide apart. He held me with one arm while he freed his cock from his short leather skirt with the other. Lowering me, he impaled me on his mighty weapon.
“Oh!” I gasped against his shoulder.
“Glad you returned,” he grunted. His large hands held my ass in a firm grip, hefting me up and down onto his cock. I threw back my head and concentrated on coming quickly. If there were time I would linger for hours, savoring the gladiator’s strength and stamina.
“Yes,” I hissed in his ear. “Fuck me, hard.”
“Yes, mistress,” he acquiesced.
There was nothing more delightful than a man determined to please. Though he followed my orders, we both knew he was master here. He had total control over my body despite my best efforts to come quickly. Holding me steady, he turned his body around so that I was the one against the wall of his cell. I was pinned between two unyielding surfaces, one hard and rough, the other strong as steel, yet soft beneath my fingers. Damp tendrils of Taranis’ blond hair brushed against my cheek as he took me hard, without mercy, the way I had demanded.
“Please,” I cried out, burying my face against his neck lest my cry reach the guard’s ears.
“As you wish,” he spoke softly in my ear then drove into me, holding me tight.
My scream of release was muffled as his lips came down on mine, capturing my cries. Once I’d ridden the wave of ecstasy, Taranis—showing optimal control—lowered me slowly to my feet, keeping his arm around me. He was still hard and unsatisfied. I reached out and grasped him, stroking his velvety sheath, coaxing him to completion. I needed to go, but I couldn’t leave him like this. He leaned down to kiss my lips again, our tongues joining in an age-old mating dance. I felt him tense, his arm about my waist tightening and pulling me closer. Faster I played him, wishing I could spare the time to take him in my mouth. Cautious of the guard, he groaned softly as he came.
Once he was sated, I stepped away from him and straightened my toga so I was presentable. “I must go,” I said, although I wished I didn’t have to leave.
He smiled as though he hadn’t seen the last of me.
Silly, delicious fool.
“Guard,” I yelled. I kis
sed him quickly one last time. The guard came and opened the door. I slipped out without looking back. The door to Taranis’ cell slammed shut, sending a shiver down my spine. The look on his face had seemed too confident. As though he knew we would meet again. I shook my head and concentrated on my destination, quickening my pace lest I disappear in an unfortunate place once more.
It only took a minute or so to get to the hidden alcove. Despite only waiting a few minutes at the most, it felt like forever before I finally returned home.
My apartment was quiet and empty. Just the way I’d left it. Funny how I suddenly longed for company. That night in my bed I thought about what had happened today. I’d endangered a man’s life and exposed myself in the process. Time jumping was proving to be a dangerous pastime. A vision of Taranis’ face flashed in my mind. Yes, it was dangerous in more ways than one.
I didn’t know what to do.
Though it was perilous and I should never do it again, I was becoming addicted to fucking guys in alternate times. I reached for my notepad and pen and crossed Gladiator off the list. Next in line was a Cowboy from the Old West. Hmm, that should prove tantalizing. Pushing all thoughts of Taranis out of my mind, I drifted off to sleep envisioning myself wearing cowboy boots and a hat, and nothing else.
The next morning I returned to the costume shop. The sales clerk smiled big when she saw me. She was making a killing off me this week.
“I need an Old West costume,” I said, cutting right to the chase.
“You sure get invited to a lot of costume parties,” she commented. A few minutes later she handed me a soft, flower-print gown and a bonnet. How sexy is that? I paid for the dress and returned home to change clothes, anxious to get started. As I started spinning through time on the Pocket Jumper, keeping an eye on the viewer window, the gladiator from yesterday popped into my mind.
At the thought of him, my nipples hardened and brushed against the fabric of my dress. I could only hope the guy I zeroed in on next was just as hot. I wore my long, dark hair in braids, which I thought looked kind of cute. I hoped I appeared innocent, yet sexually evocative. Enough to drive a cowboy hot with desire. I was horny as hell.
Through the viewer I spied a lone cowboy in a prairie field, riding along on his big, black stallion. He looked large and sexy. I set the device and expanded the viewing field so I could sweep the area for any complications.
All appeared well and clear.
I set myself up to land just ahead of the cowboy, behind a rocky hill, out of sight. My braided head bare, I grabbed the shoulder of my dress in a firm grip and yanked, ripping out the seams. Then I stepped through time.
Quickly, before he rounded the bend, I lay out on the ground and grabbed a handful of dirt to rub on my face and dress. It would appear when he saw me that I’d barely escaped from an attack. I hoped to stir the cowboy’s protective instincts along with his desire.
I closed my eyes and lay in a convincing crumpled heap awaiting my rescuer. Just as I’d hoped, the cowboy, seeing me there, leaped from his horse and hurried to my side. He got down on his knees and took me into his big strong arms while I fluttered my eyelids. “Where am I?” I asked.
“You’re safe, darlin’, don’t you worry your pretty little head.”
He passed a canteen to my lips and though I was kind of grossed out, I made myself sip from it. When I eventually focused on the cowboy’s face I gasped in shock. His eyes were a dazzling blue. The exact same eyes as Taranis’.
Chapter Five
“I’m Danny,” he said.
With his blond hair peeking out from under his cowboy hat and those eyes, he reminded me of Taranis. In fact, the resemblance was striking. Perhaps Taranis was Danny’s ancestor? I shook my head and focused my thoughts on this encounter and what I wanted, pushing the ancient past aside.
“Please.” I reached up to touch his cheek. “Make me feel safe.”
Danny’s arms tightened around me, pulling me closer. My gown slipped lower. His lips descended upon me, blazing a hot trail from my mouth to my neck, and then to the valley between my breasts. I arched my back and rubbed at his thick muscular shoulders to urge him on. He took my nipple between his lips, his hot tongue swirling around, setting my pulse to race.
I wished I had more time.
I felt a hand creep up between my open thighs. He chuckled, realizing I wore nothing beneath my dress. He laid me back fully and his finger pushed into my pussy. My hips arched up to welcome his touch. Faintly, in the background, I was aware of the warm dirt on my back and Danny’s horse nickering as it waited for its master’s return.
Hurry, I wanted to yell as I turned and fumbled with Danny’s pants to get a hold of his cock. For some reason I was mad for him, more than I thought I’d be. I freed his cock from his pants, delighting in the feel of the thick length of him. “Fuck me, Danny. Please,” I begged. Soon all of that velvet-covered steel would be inside of me.
He rose up to kneel between my thighs. I smiled as he settled my dress up around my hips. Lifting both my legs, he pushed them back against my breasts, tilting my ass up at an optimal angle. I watched him sit back on his heels, open his legs and scoot closer to nestle them on either side of my ass. From this position he had complete access to me. So much for me being a chaste little country girl. He began by teasing my pussy with the head of his generous cock. Slowly he dipped inside of me, only to withdraw again. This continued for several strokes while the excitement built inside me. My head thrashed from side to side. Oh, hurry! Hurry! I silently screamed. He appeared well-versed in the art of sexual pleasure. Next, I felt the tip of his cock push into my ass. Though I’d planned ahead and lubed myself up before jumping, he was still going to be a tight fit. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear he had this scenario planned out well in advance, prior to my arrival. Perhaps he’d been on his way to the saloon, and then on to a house of ill repute? Whatever the reason for his obvious skill and ardor, I was up for it.
“Hard, Danny. Hard,” I yelled, not caring if I shocked him. The cowboy complied, thrusting into me with wild abandon. A tidal wave was building inside me, aching to crash against the shore. “Yes!” I screamed minutes later, coming better than ever before.
Danny pulled out and came all over my ass, yelling, “Yee-haw.” I gave him a moment to collect himself then I wiggled away and got to my feet. He lay down and stared up at me with a contented smile while I arranged my dress.
“I don’t even know your name,” he drawled.
“It’s Marley,” I said. “Sorry, I have to go.” Before he could get to his feet, I sprinted off around the side of the rocky hill. I vanished in the nick of time.
When I landed back in my room, I watched Danny for a moment in the viewer window. He had been amazing. I was almost tempted to go back in right now and have another go at him.
I sighed in frustration and turned off the Pocket Jumper. No, it was too much of a risk. Not only with being caught, but with my softening heart. I felt myself being inadvertently drawn to both Danny and Taranis, more so than I’d like to admit. It wouldn’t do for me to get too attached to a man from the past.
The hot shower washed away the dirt and dust from my body. I thought about Danny as I toweled off. The similarities between him and Taranis were so amazing. If I didn’t know better, I would swear they were the same man.
I went to my bedroom and sat down on my bed to brush the tangles out of my hair. I reached for my list and crossed off Cowboy.
My next target was Caveman. Wow, I must have been drunk when I thought that one up. After that I’d written down Pirate. Maybe I could skip over Caveman? However, as I leaned back onto my bed and thought about a primitive, lusty man, with no inhibitions, all rugged and hairy, I got turned on.
I wouldn’t need a costume for that one. If I arrived naked and raring to go, he probably wouldn’t club me and drag me off into a cave to take me roughly.
Then again, I mused, cupping my breasts and pin
ching my hardening nipples.
Maybe he would?
Chapter Six
The next afternoon I stood primed, naked and ready to step through the portal. I was locked on to location—10,000 B.C. I didn’t want to venture farther back than that for fear I’d encounter an ice age. Since I was going naked, that could pose a problem.
The place I settled on seemed perfect. A nice, warm eighty-five degrees. I’d locked in a time, scanned the surroundings and found a wooded area with a big cave. It appeared that a lone man—perhaps an outcast—lived there. I’d zoomed in on him and found him quite attractive in a primal sort of way.
I watched him stroll into his cave and then I stepped into the portal. My feet touched down on the rough ground and I had to tenderly make my way forward. I cursed my sensitive feet, knowing this slow going was costing me precious moments.
“Hello,” I called out once I got into view of the cave. I didn’t want to startle the guy and wind up with a spear in my belly. I called out once more and seconds later a blond head peeked out of the cave.
I waved. “Hope you’re horny,” I said under my breath as I sashayed forward. In case he had any doubts about my intentions, I cupped my breasts, offering them to him as I got closer. He came out of the cave and walked up to meet me.
I was surprised now that I saw him up close. He didn’t look like a caveman at all. Sure, he was dressed the part in an animal-skin tunic that tied at one shoulder, and his hair was messed up. But he was so tall, and clean.
And damned if he didn’t look exactly like Taranis and Danny.
What the hell was going on?
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