Passions Out of Time

  Perhaps well-bred, top-drawer nineteenth-century ladies didn’t like being sucked, or maybe they viewed the practice as unrefined and sinful. In any case, they had no idea what they missed.

  His lips devoured her. She clamped her jaw and gritted her teeth as a blaze engulfed her, fueled by his immoderate thrusting. Right this instant, he sure didn’t give a hoot about committing a sin.

  She didn’t either. Her inner muscles cramped as he plunged his hot tongue into her. And when he withdrew it to stroke her clitoris, a cry burst out of her, loud, vibrant, and utterly liberating.

  The tremors rattling her limbs caused her to gulp in air. However untrained Garrett might still be, he nonetheless possessed the skills to give her powerful orgasms in the blink of an eye. Holy shit, but what would happen when he finally mastered the rules?

  She sensed him moving and drew herself up on her elbows. When he straightened up, his gaze glittered with self-complacency. For what? Submitting her to his will or making her shout with rapture? Well, if this situation turned out to be a contest, she could also play the game.

  “Satisfied?” When she asked the question, the hint of a contented smile tickled the corners of his glistening lips, yet he raised an eyebrow.

  “Goodness gracious, I wouldn’t know.”

  Yup, he meant to play games even though traces of his former fury still sparkled in his eyes. Sure, why not? Now that she’d broken and trampled on her promise, where was the harm in stepping up to the next level? He wanted it so badly that the fabric covering his crotch stretched to its limits.

  She cocked her face. “What kind of discipline was this exactly?”

  “Complying. I trust we understand each other at present.”

  He obviously did, though she needed a lot more clarification. Yes, a whole load more. Shifting without hurry, she held his gaze while she brought a hand down to her pussy before she slid two of her fingers into her juices. “Do you really believe I’ll obey whatever you throw at me?”

  His eyes riveted to the slight motion of her digits, he kept his mouth closed as the rise of his chest deepened.

  “Do you, Garrett?”

  He’d craved freedom for too long to back away now. He yearned to bang her, to have her flat on the bed and dominate her. As if her thoughts penetrated his mind, he unfastened the buttons of his pants.

  “Whoa, Lord Burnes. What are you gonna teach me now?”

  “Proper behavior.”

  Heat infused her, bringing forth a fierce hunger only he could fulfill. He planned to fuck her long and hard to make her surrender, but unfortunately for him she knew his weakness. “You know I’m not one for manners.”

  “You shall learn.”

  He freed his erection. She stared at the swollen head and pink length, tiny spasms coursing along her insides. Yet she tore her eyes away from the arousing sight to glance at his face. Looming over her, he displayed a self-assured look that wet her pussy while he pointed at the bed. “Lie down and yield.”

  “I don’t think so, because this time . . .”

  Moving swiftly, she scrambled to sit on the edge of the bed to grab his hard-on. He stiffened as a surprised rasp surged out of his throat. She didn’t let him recover but squeezed his shaft a little.

  “I’m calling the shots,” she said.

  Even if he’d never heard the expression, he got her meaning instantly. A delightful wince furrowing his brow, he took a sharp breath. “Are we, perchance—”

  Then he gasped when she tightened her hold to shut him up, his eyes widening with the inception of an enjoyment he hadn’t planned. Without hurry, she brought her face an inch from his expectant member.

  “I’m going to suck you, Garrett.”

  A shudder went through him. His breathing quickened and his lids began to droop from the simple touch of her hand.

  “Eyes open.”

  He complied at once, tilting his head down, staring at her with so much desire that her pulse bounced with joy.

  “I want you to watch me while I lick you,” she said. “You won’t look away and you won’t move, but you watch the whole show. Are we clear?”

  Horny shards glittered in his dark gaze. Turned on by her own erotic demands, she stuck her tongue out to brush his expectant tip. He instantly expelled a raucous sigh, and his cock thickened.

  His reaction reverberating throughout her limbs, she titillated his crown with light touches until he began to pant, the sensual sounds of his excitement flowing down on her like an invisible caress.

  Although she wished to see his muscles bulge with each of her strokes, the idea of wearing only her bra while he was still sheathed in his three-piece suit inflamed her. She bent slightly to the side. With quick licks, she wet the length of his erection and he balled his fingers into fists.

  “Do you like being sucked, Lord Burnes?”

  When he didn’t answer, she opened her mouth and leaned forward to gobble him, but she pulled her head back at the last second. “Do you?”

  “Yes. Yes, I do.”

  His coarse tone sent hot shivers up her spine, across the nape of her neck. Moistness pooled between her closed legs and her heart started misbehaving. Attuned to the accelerating beat in her chest, she slowly licked the underside of his rigid dick until fat drops of pre-cum oozed out of him.

  “Dear heavens.”

  He clenched and unclenched his fingers before rubbing his palms along his thighs. She glanced up to find him riveted to her every move, his gaze lost in a blissful haze, his features taut with sinful pleasure. Without breaking eye contact, she positioned herself right in front of his erection.

  “Now I’m going to swallow you.”

  His respiration escalated to a new level, the lapels of his jacket swishing up and down with the rapid movement of his chest. Focusing on the stiff flesh eager to be devoured, she glided her free hand under his crotch. Her movement tugged at the loose fabric and his pants fell down.

  A frizzy thatch of hair tickled her open palm as she cupped his hanging nuts. He moaned above her, in unison with the gentle touch. How come he wasn’t wearing any underwear? After he freshened up, had he planned to come back to the garden house to seduce her? Of course he had.

  She tenderly stroked his balls before she slithered a finger further up to rub the thin stretch of skin behind his sack. He started when she caressed his favored spot, his whole body turning rock-hard.

  An exciting sense of power and domination gripping her, she sucked up the crown of his dick into her mouth. His ensuing groan rippled through her, compelling her to blow him until he died of ecstasy.

  With his tip quivering inside her, she relaxed the pressure to draw in more of him. He uttered a choked noise when she reached the base of his cock and unrolled her fingers. He was so fucking erect that she released another shot of moistness, her pussy now in need of a man’s attention.

  Her other hand still fondling his nuts, she backed up, taking her time to wet his entire length and knead him thoroughly. The sight of his fists against the sides of his thighs spurred her on.

  His flat stomach seemed to pulse and writhe under his white shirt, stretching in and out as she sucked him in again. Feeling his flesh tremble between her lips while listening to his ardent sighs and moans added up to a single and stirring conclusion. Nobody gave him head like she did.

  His balls hardened. He definitely wasn’t used to this treatment because he’d come soon, and she wasn’t even started. Well, if he didn’t let her display the whole range of her skills, she’d cut another nick in his perfect education.

  Keeping him trapped between her lips, she withdrew without haste, her tongue circling his throbbing flesh and making him gasp. No doubt about it, he was ready to discharge. Then she released him.

  She looked at his glistening dick with p
ride before glancing up. Extreme pleasure ruled his gorgeous features, mixed with sudden frustration.

  “Don’t stop, Tracy. I beg of you.”

  His pleading tone shot straight to her belly. Where was his haughtiness now? With a sly grin, she winked at him.

  “If you want to get off, big boy, you’re gonna have to do it yourself.”

  His eyes expanded so much that she stifled a giggle. If she ever made it to the therapist, she’d have to analyze why shocking him delighted her so much. She let go of his balls and tilted her head up.

  “My mouth is yours, Garrett. Do with it what you please.”

  He stared at her, his gaze shining with lust and indecision. Would his strict upbringing forbid him to use her throat the same way he used her pussy? Possibly, unless she prompted him a little.

  “Come on, stuff me.”

  She parted her lips to welcome him and raw desire illuminated his dark eyes. Her clit throbbed with impatience while he hesitated a moment longer. What was he waiting for? Then he had a gesture in so complete harmony with his gentlemanly manners that her heart bounced with love.

  He leaned in and took hold of her hands to put them flat against his navel, on both sides of his erection. Even excited as a bull during mating season, he didn’t want to hurt her and thought of her first.

  A second later, he placed his wet tip in front of her lips. She opened up, a new surge of excitement dampening her armpits with aroused sweat before he penetrated her mouth. Slowly, easily.

  The hardness of his dick heated her up. She instantly felt like engulfing him and had to take in a long breath to stop herself. Listening to the rapid beats of her pulse, she focused her attention on remaining motionless.

  His first push ignited her whole body. He groaned as his imprisoned cock rubbed against her tongue, and her nostrils flared. Although she initiated this game, the unexpected awareness of being fucked took her by surprise. He was nowhere near her pussy, yet he screwed her just the same.

  Shivers coursing along her ribs, she watched the movements of his hard-on when he began pumping in and out. He huffed in rapid bursts, gliding between her lips with short strikes but never going too far.

  Her tense legs beginning to quiver, her tongue compressed against the bottom of her mouth, she reveled in the gorging sensation. She’d asked him to stuff her and he surpassed her expectations.

  His hands touched the sides of her head. He didn’t hold her down, just used her for support while his thrusts extracted harsh grunts out of him. Almost as though she owned his body, she sensed the rise of his orgasm.

  That, she wanted to feel against her skin.

  She lowered a hand, wedged it between his shuddering thighs, and let his rigid balls fall onto her palm. With her fingers holding and cuddling his nuts, he let loose a hoarse cry as he came violently.

  Several fierce jets drowned her mouth, his hot cum splashing her throat and tongue while she felt the discharge through his hardened balls. Desire lanced her more fiercely than ever, yet she kept him inside her mouth until his flesh softened and his agonizing respiration returned to normal.

  When he withdrew, she tightened her lips around his dick to lick the last drops before she let him go. But she wasn’t done with him. She’d just experienced the peak of his climax within her palm and he deserved the same courtesy. Taking hold of his hand, she placed it against her throat.

  Only then did she swallow his seed, the salted taste of him filling her with pure contentment. He was staring at her as she raised her face, his features radiating with the passion he was capable of when he relinquished the shackles of his education and finally let himself go.

  She loved him. She’d ache for the rest of her life because he’d never be allowed to get a divorce even if he wanted to. On the gloomy side, the idea of becoming his lover for the next fifty years made no sense.

  What would happen? He’d sneak into her world every now and again to fuck her and bring a gift to Johnny. After a while, the boy might start resenting him for being absent most of the time. She’d remain hooked to this haughty lord and spend her nights alone for no other man could compare.

  Was this really an option? Maybe, but not a smart one.

  Garrett stood before her, the bottom edge of his shirt crumpled, traces of pleasure still glimmering in his gaze. No, she needed to sever the bond now. Regardless of their past and future, only Johnny mattered. He was three years old, he’d forget this trip to a different universe, and he’d be better off without a father.

  The connection between her and Garrett had to be broken, but first she needed release. His fucking her mouth had kindled a fire inside her that frustration, and possibly her finger, wouldn’t quell. Before he pulled up his pants, she butt-crawled to the middle of the bed and spread her legs.

  “Watching you come made me horny.”

  He might turn his back on her and walk to the door. She’d satisfied his deepest urges after all, and somewhere in the huge manor his wife waited for him. He stayed motionless and her pulse dwindled. If he took off now, he’d be the one cutting the bond. Wouldn’t that be so much easier?

  With a shake of his shoulders, he let his jacket drop before he began removing the rest of his clothes. As he popped the buttons, the first sight of his strong chest made the inside of her legs tingle, bringing forth vivid recollections of the times she’d caressed the square muscles playing underneath.

  The shirt and tie fell to the floor. When he bent over to take off his shoes, she reached behind her back to unhook her bra without discarding it and then slithered on the cover to prop herself up against the pillows.

  “I’m burning up, Garrett. Get on that bed immediately or I swear I’ll grab the nearest man available.”

  Darkness shadowed his gaze. That jealousy again, always swimming right beneath the surface and opening its jaws at the simple mention of other men. How would he react if she’d gotten married?

  “Oh, don’t give me that dark look,” she said, “I’m just kidding. Can’t you see you’re the closest man to me?”

  His silence only fueled her desire. Although stark naked, he appeared to be brooding over something she couldn’t fathom.

  “I merely wish for your faithfulness.”

  Unbelievable. Fucking out of this world. He probably banged his wife three or four times a week, yet he dared refer to the sexual activities she didn’t engage in since he got her pregnant with Johnny.

  “Gee, you’re one to talk.”

  “I’m a man.”

  They were all the same. Even born and bred in parallel universes and at different time periods, they all considered their actions justified simply because of the piece of flesh dangling between their thighs.

  “Do you want the truth, Garrett?”

  His eyes narrowed as though he wondered if the whole disclosure of her sex life might ultimately crush his hopes and fantasies.

  “I certainly do.”

  “You sure?”

  She saw his chest rise when he inhaled without a sound. If by miracle he believed her, he’d blame her for teasing him.

  “All right,” she said. “The last man who touched me was you.”

  A brilliant emotion flashed in his eyes. Still, he didn’t breathe out, the air in his lungs seeming trapped by her revelation. Or maybe she’d dropped a bomb and he waited for her to elaborate.

  “I was pregnant when I got back home. A few months later, I fell down and sprained my ankle, so I stayed with Dad until Johnny’s birth. Taking care of a baby on your own is damn hard work, you know.”

  He wouldn’t actually, but his silence implied he might have a pretty accurate idea of the demanding days she experienced.

  “Between my job at the gallery, the drives to kindergarten, the housework, and the grocery shopping trips, I exhausted mysel
f. Trust me when I say that getting dolled up to go out to meet a man was the last thing on my mind.”

  His cock rose. She was telling him about the hardships she lived through without him, and that got him excited? Shit, but he turned out to be even more puzzling than the male specimen back home.

  “Really, Garrett, I’m so glad to see my difficulties turn you on.”

  “I apologize, my lady, however I fear I cannot draw a veil over my elation. I’m in awe of your wondrous character and astonishing achievements.”

  Did that mean he felt sorry for his absence, or that he sympathized with her for the nights she spent awake when Johnny was sick, as well as for the millions of diapers she’d changed? Somehow, she didn’t care because for the first time since they faced each other in the hotel room, he finally resembled the Garrett she remembered. Not filled with desperate anger or resentment, but carried away by faith and love.

  Watching his absolute look of adoration fired her belly. Warmth pooled between her thighs as she gazed at his full erection and beads of perspiration broke out on her brow. She was hot for him, and he’d cool her down.

  “Take off my bra.”

  He kneeled at the edge of the bed and, with a predatory look, advanced on her on all fours. She shivered, her eyes following the movement of his fingers as he glided the thin straps along her arms. When he swung the bra over his head and freed her breasts, she sighed from the force of her arousal.

  “Suck my nipples.”

  Chapter 13

  His mouth and tongue glued her to the mattress. When he entered her, his fluid motions set her body ablaze. In and out, his cock stroked her to the point where she wailed her pleasure. Great thing the secure room was also soundproof. He held her when she came, his heavy limbs soon shuddering under the fierceness of his own climax. They lived an era apart, but they were one.