Ancient Ties (21 page)

Gripping his wrists, Janney squirmed and shrieked.

His pleasure spiraled as he kept her impaled on his sensitive tip; she shimmied her hot, throbbing, tight sheath on the head of his phallus. Afraid he would go mad, and on some far away level he knew he was making deep, raggedy sounds—grunts and growls—he grabbed her waist and tugged her down, hard.

Totally in charge now, completely controlling her body, he pumped into her, holding her tightly, giving no mercy. Her hot, slippery passage clasped him, pulsed, brought his searing, thick ejaculate out in seconds.

“Gods!” The echo of his shout bounced around inside his brain. His Janney was magnificent.

Janney collapsed flat onto his chest. “Unhh…dying.”

Mars help him. He was still inside her. Probably close to dying, too, he uttered a delirious laugh. She lay over his heart.

He could feel her breasts squashed between them. Sweet and soft. Gods, he loved them. Her ragged breath teased his nipple.

It was too much. Almost too much sensation for his poor body.

“Oh, Marek, what are we going to do?”

What did she say? How can she even talk?
She sounded much too bleak for what had just happened between them.

“I finally meet the man of my dreams, and he’s too old for me,” she groaned. “By about two thousand years.”

Finally, disconnecting them, pulling her down to his side, he held her. “Janney, it’ll be all right, don’t worry, we’ll figure something out.” He knew these were just words, but he didn’t have any better words of wisdom to give her.

Feeling scared him. He had certainly not loved anyone since his first wife died. Taking Janney to bed was the easy part. She, just by being, forced his emotions raw again. He didn’t want to care for her. When had it happened? When had she become so important, so necessary to him? A peace that he hadn’t felt since his days with Mellona settled through him. Janney was not going anywhere. Not back to her own time. Nowhere. She would stay here with him.

The thought crossed his mind that he should tell her about that marriage and the other. So much to tell her. Not now. Not yet.

Mt. Olympus

“Well, my Goddess, are you pleased now?” Mars’s voice sounded as husky as if he’d been in the throes of passion himself.

Venus looked at him sharply. It was not like him. He had never before been interested in anyone’s pleasure but his own.

Why this sudden interest in the love life of these mortals? “Yes, I am pleased,” she replied. “Marek finally accepted what was staring him in the face.”

“O, sacred bull excrement!” Mars roared. “Marek wanted to bed a woman and this one was available. She could not say no to him. No woman could.”

“The woman’s name is Janney and Marek wanted to bed her. Not just any woman. Janney Forrester.” Venus leaped from her couch and pranced in the opposite direction away from her own lover, her husband, Mars. By Jupiter, he was thickheaded and stubborn. No wonder he was the God of War. He had not an ounce of romance in his soul. Why did she even put up with him?

Venus sensed Mars right behind her. She tensed as he placed his hands on her shoulders. She felt the weight of them. Her own body softened as she thought of his hard, sculpted warrior’s frame. Solid strength. He did have a little romance in his soul.

He taunted her with the press of his hips against her back, teasing her, his fingers tracing her neck and jaw.

“Admit that you love me above all others,” Venus demanded.

Mars turned her in his arms and pressed the proof against her belly. “You know that I do,” he growled.

Her senses roused, his hot breath fanning her face, his fingers already slipping her tunic from her shoulders; Venus still couldn’t give up her quest. “My love, admit that Marek loves

Janney.” She touched her lips to his and sighed as his fingers circled and tweaked her aching breasts.

His groan came from deep in his throat.

“Admit it.” Venus would not give up even though it was becoming harder to even remember the earthly couple’s names.

“Yes,” Mars grunted as he lifted Venus into his arms.

Marek took Janney with him everywhere he rode. Every night they slept together, or very nearly slept. They grew to know each other’s body intimately and never tired of the repetition of making love with the same person.

Janney watched as Marek spread a blanket over the soft grass. They were in a slight depression in the ground, close to the tree line on the hillside overlooking his villa, but far enough away not to be seen by prying eyes. She could hardly breathe in her eagerness to be with him. Every time they made love, she still anticipated the next time all the more. Heat rising to her cheeks, she pursed her lips in a cat-eating-the-canary smirk.

With capable hands, he stripped them both in seconds and pulled her down on top of him. The perfect fusion of a beautiful setting sun, soft clouds, a gentle breeze, and the most seductive, fascinating, handsome man she’d ever known. Janney shivered with the promise of what was to come.

“Cold?”

Janney took his face between her palms and gazed into his deep brown eyes. “Not likely. Ahh, Marek, I love your body.”

Janney sighed. “I’ve never seen a man with such a beautiful body.”

“I’m beautiful?” he preened. “Men in your time have ugly bodies?” He sprawled on his back, arms flung out, naked as the day he was born. Could anyone be so totally, unselfconscious and comfortable with his nudity? His gaze locked with hers. “You like my body?” he prodded, sounding amused.

“Oh, yes. Yes, I do.” Janney had no problem affirming his high opinion of himself. After all, his penis stood tall and proud, curving toward his belly button for her.

“What in particular do you like?” Marek teased. He rolled back on his side to face her and leaned against her, his head propped in one palm. Possessively, he threw one leg over hers.

His fingertips traced lazy circles on her chest.

She couldn’t turn away from his scorching gaze. What did this glorious man want with her? He was way out of her league.

Oh, hell. Her insides clutched and imploded, heat rising to her cheeks. It wouldn’t take much to lean up and take that sexy mouth of his. And why shouldn’t she?

“Tell me,” his voice low, his fingers inching up the soft cushion of the underside of her breast.

“This.” Janney pressed her fingers against his chest, warm from the sun, and firm. So firm. She swirled her forefinger around his nipple. “What’s this in your language?”

“Papilla.” He growled, his breath puffing over her face, ruddy color of arousal fanning over his cheekbones.

“Mm. Pa-pe-la,” she repeated, sounding out each syllable of the word. His penis twitched aggressively against her thigh.

Apparently, he liked having his pa-pe-la rubbed.

This?” She skimmed the back of her hand, her gaze following, down the trail of hair to his flat belly and nudged a knuckle into his belly button.

“Abdomen.” His belly muscles jerked at her touch.

“Oh? Abdomen?” She caught some of the tiny hairs between her fingertips and pulled. His body’s response to her touch fascinated her.

“Unh.” His breathing sharpened. “Vero. Yes.”

“We call it abdomen, too,” her own voice wispy. His penis swelled larger, rigid, and searing on her thigh. She curled her fingers around him. “Penis,” Janney panted. “Oh, yes, penis.”

Her palm flattened, slid off his rigid shaft, and she stroked through the dark hair at the base of his penis, tweaking the strands. Teasing.

“Penis,” he growled.

“Unh hunh,” she agreed. “In Latin?”

“Penis.” He surged reflexively into her hand.

“The same word?”

“Or phallus.”

“Mm, okay.” She smiled, opening her palm again to receive him. She held him tightly. Felt him pulse and twitch. Swept her thumb across the head that had emerged through his foreskin.

She issued an involuntary whimper knowing that just her touch could turn him on.

“Cock,” she groaned. “Sometimes we call it a cock.” Each time she offered a new word, she stroked him, the words, said out loud, aroused her. His short burst of laughter startled her and drew her eyes back to his face.

“Cock,” he repeated. “Unh,” Marek grunted, and his eyes closed in pleasure as she slid her hand up then down his length.

Then again.

“Hard-on.” Her words were coming out breathy and whispery. God, where are they coming from? She’d heard them, of course, but never had occasion to use them. Until now. Now, she felt sexy and wanton. Safe. As if she could do or say anything and this man wouldn’t rear back in revulsion. She felt as if she was queen of the world.

“Unh hunh. Hard.” Marek agreed and leaned into her. He slid his sweet tongue into her mouth in a demanding kiss.

Janney unconsciously tightened her fist on his penis and responded as aggressively.

“Ah,” he groaned as he released her lips. “Too tight.”

“What?”

“Too much right now.” Marek wrapped his hand around hers and pried it off him. “I’m not through with you.” He nuzzled her neck, down her chest, cupped his palm around the soft cushion of her breast. “Mammilla.”

“Mm.” Janney squeezed her eyes shut. Her breath hitched at the pleasure of his hands on her, so big and sure. He knew just how and where to touch her to make her crazy. He nipped his way down her neck. Her breasts ached; her nipples throbbed with her desire. Marek settled heavily between her thighs. His penis grew strong and potent, pushing insistently against her

belly. She arched up, her eyes wide with arousal. The sight of his face above her excited her. Made her crazed in the most delicious way.

Good God, she wanted him. Surprising herself, she moaned loudly and toppled Marek onto his back. More than anything else, she wanted her mouth around him. Kneeling at his middle, she lifted her head and gazed at his face. He stared back, his astonishment turning quickly to invitation. By the glazed look in his eyes, she was pretty sure he approved of what she planned.

Janney dipped her head, moistened her lips with her tongue and slipped her mouth down on his cock. Just thinking the word in this context turned her on. His thick, hard, long, beautiful cock. Her tongue swirled around and over, sucking gently.

“Great God Mars,” he ground out.

Janney chuckled, letting it vibrate on him. “He’s not going to help you now, baby,” she said before she engulfed him back into the hot recesses of her mouth. The flat of her tongue swished up the vein on the underside of his shaft. His groans made her feel sexy. Having him in her mouth empowered her.

She loved him and wanted to please him.

Janney released him with a quick flick of her tongue. “Blow job.”

“Huh?” He didn’t raise his head or even open his eyes. Just arched his back and thrust his hips up, obviously wanting more.

God, this was fun. Teaching him dirty words. Doing the deed. Knocking his socks off.
Oh, right, he doesn’t wear socks.
“This is called a blow job.” She wasn’t sure he heard since she’d resumed suckling and experimentally scraping her teeth gently along his length.

“Hades. Unh. Just like that.” He speared his fingers through her hair to hold her head in place.

Apparently, he liked the teeth thing. Ed had wanted her to do this, and she’d hated it. Hated the ejaculation in her mouth.

Wouldn’t swallow. Always spit it out in a tissue. She had no intention of doing that now. Janney wanted more than anything

else in her life to give Marek everything she had to give.

Anything and everything she had to give.

Suddenly, he pushed at her shoulders.

“No,” she whimpered. “I’m not through.”

“Ride me,” he ordered.

Janney scrambled up, swung a leg over his knees, and leaned over to give the head of his penis another kiss. A lick and a nibble. “I wanted…”

“Zeus! Get on me, woman!”

Shaking with her own desire for him, Janney slowly lowered herself onto his penis rising from the dark hairs between his thighs. Her vagina was soft and open. Aching and wet. He slid right in. Good God, he was big. She tossed her head back in passion and cried aloud with the pleasure of being stuffed full.

Marek held her waist, kept her balanced, and thrust up into her at the same time that she came down on him. For a brief moment, she knew that any passersby could see them. She forgot all that when he tipped her to change the angle. The thick ridge of his penis massaged her G-spot until she thought she was going to shake apart.

“Fuck me,” she wailed, biting her lower lip in concentration.

It was as if he knew that word, knew what it meant. With a roar, he rolled her over, never coming out of her.

“Oh, Marek, fuck me.”

He did. He thrust into her, grunting every time he was fully seated. “Fuck,” he muttered.

Oh, yes, he knew what that word meant.

With a high-pitched keening, she came. The walls of her vagina rippled and clenched. She squeezed her eyes closed and saw stars on the insides of her eyelids. “Ohmigod,” she sobbed, barely able to move her lips. Waves of pleasure raced along her nerve endings, pinging her every few seconds and spinning out her magnificent orgasm.

Janney appreciated that Marek, even though she knew he probably wanted to collapse, didn’t fall crushingly on top of her.

He, somehow, miraculously, balanced above her.

After a few moments, he growled into her ear, “Does fuck mean what I think it means?”

It took her another moment to realize he was talking and then what he was saying.

“Yeah.”

His chuckle jiggled her, reminding her that they were still joined.
Wow.

To Janney’s dismay, Marek did have some business to deal with and couldn’t take her with him every day. Poachers had been reported stealing cattle from one of the villages. These people couldn’t afford the loss of their livelihood or their major source of meat, and because he was in residence, it was his responsibility to investigate. Janney took the opportunity to do some investigation of her own.