by Ranae Rose
The thin fabric of his underwear did little to veil his erection. It stretched the material, every bit as mouth-wateringly sizeable as it’d felt. She gripped the elastic waistband and pulled down. His cock rose and extended to bridge the gap between their bodies, the thick tip resting against her belly. Butterflies exploded into flight in her stomach, and her skin seemed to burn where the head of his cock pulsed against it. The heat spread quickly from her head to her toes, tightening her nipples and dampening her panties. A shiver of delight ran down her spine as his hands skimmed her sides.
He cupped her breasts, raising them and letting them spill over the edge of his palms. Then he bent, lowering himself to the level of her chest, and pressed his open mouth over her nipple. His tongue flicked across the tight bud, sending another shiver down her spine. When she moaned he closed his lips around it, drawing it in, reducing it to a hard little pearl in the soft flesh of his mouth.
She quivered, and her knees buckled.
He’d been prepared. He settled to the ground with her, cradling her as they descended.
She didn’t resist. Instead, she buried one hand in his hair, cupping the smooth curve of his skull while her other hand dipped below his waist again. It wasn’t hard to find his stiff cock. When she grasped it he raised his head to meet her eyes, leaving her nipple to gleam wetly in the morning light filtering down through the forest canopy above. It was too soon – her breasts tingled, aching for more of his touch. She gripped a handful of his hair and guided him back to her chest.
He favored her other breast this time, tracing a circular pattern around the edge of her areola with the tip of his tongue, warming it with his breath. ‘Tease,’ she gasped, and he lifted his tongue from her skin, only to descend again and lick her breast roughly, dragging the smooth expanse of his tongue over her nipple. She arched her back against the ground, and one corner of his mouth turned up into a devious smile.
‘Oh,’ she gasped. It was almost a whisper, but it was as if her small sound had driven him to the edge of restraint. He pressed his mouth against her nipple again, abandoning any pretense of delicacy. He was persistent with his tongue, both rough and soft at once.
She arched her back again against the forest floor, forcing it deeper into his mouth. ‘No,’ she groaned when he stopped, biting the end of her nipple sharply before releasing it altogether, ‘don’t stop.’ She tightened her hold on his hair and pulled, but he was stronger than her. He silenced her by popping off another button – the one that secured the waistband of her work pants. He made short work of the zipper, yanking it down and folding back the corners of the parted fabric like origami paper to expose her pale pink cotton panties. The sight of his fingertips against the material triggered a flashback from the wet dream she’d had in the car, and heat flooded her cheeks as her clit throbbed, aching for his touch.
She kicked off her shoes and wiggled helpfully as he seized the folds of fabric around her ankles and pulled, anxious to shed her clothing and let him cover her instead with his body. When her pants lay in a rumpled pile, she flung her arms around his neck, pulling him down on her. He ground his hips against her, rubbing his cock against the exquisitely sensitive mound beneath the scant fabric of her panties. His own pants and underwear had fallen down past his ass, and she slid a hand down his back to cup one muscular cheek. It was firm, and it was impossible not to think of how good it would feel moving rhythmically beneath her palm.
The fabric of her panties clung stubbornly to her skin at the crotch, the wetness her eager body had produced acting as an adhesive. He pulled steadily, sliding them down over the swell of her thighs, past her knees and eventually over her toes. He paused to admire her as she lay on the leaves before him, a soft expanse of white, pink and brown in her nudity.
His cock betrayed his impatience, stretching toward her and bobbing slightly in time with his pulse. She reached out, took his thick shaft in her hand and pulled, guiding him toward her. He lowered himself over her, propping himself up on his elbows, and let her draw him to the slick cleft between her legs. He paused when the head of his cock met her wet slit, hesitant on the brink of penetration.
She moaned and tightened her grip on him, sliding her hand down his shaft enticingly, wordlessly urging him to enter her. She could imagine what it would feel like to have that hardness in her, and it was maddening. Every inch of her pussy ached for him to fill it.
He obliged her, pushing just the head of his cock in, and moaned too.
Her body tightened around the tip of his erection, and a slow burn spread through her core as she waited to feel the rest of him. Would he go slow, giving her a few moments to get used to the size of him as her body stretched, or would he go all the way in one smooth, deep thrust? Both possibilities were enough to make her grip the tantalizing bit of rigid flesh tight with her inner muscles. She was so wet he’d hardly have to flex his hips to slide all the way in. She gave an encouraging wiggle as he gripped one of her breasts and massaged the nipple with a thumb, teasing.
A sound shattered the intimate atmosphere.
She froze mid-wiggle beneath him. ‘What was that?’
‘People,’ he whispered, his voice low and husky.
Other voices echoed through the trees, accompanied by the sounds of snapping twigs. He was still inside of her, if just barely. He shifted nervously and she groaned in anxious agony, squeezing his ass, urging him to push past the threshold, even as the voices grew louder.
He took her suddenly, sheathing himself to the root inside her in one bold stroke. Her core stretched and tightened around him, gripping his cock tightly as a bolt of pleasure shot up through her middle. She gasped loudly, careless of who might hear, and dug her broken nails into the small of his back.
He ignored her urging and withdrew abruptly, rolling sideways into the leaves.
‘We have to go,’ he said as he pulled his pants back up and zipped them with considerable difficulty. His tone was urgent but regretful, and his blue eyes glistened with lust as he eyed her. Keeping his gaze on her all the while, he picked up her pants and tossed them lightly into her lap.
She slid into them quickly, leaving the panties she didn’t have time to put on behind. The seam of her pants rubbed against her unprotected clit, eliciting electrifying little jolts of sensation that soon had her gasping again.
He opened his mouth and traced the edge of one lip with the tip of his tongue, eyes glued to her breasts. In a gesture that appeared to require a lot of self-control, he retrieved her shirt from the leaves and thrust it toward her.
Hastily, she took it and shoved her arms through the sleeves, only to remember that all the buttons were gone. She pulled the sides together as best she could and held it shut with one fist while she searched for her shoes. By the time she spotted them, she’d already decided to forgo them – they would do more harm than good in the forest. The gunman cast a meaningful look at her over his shoulder and started in the direction of the car. She hurried to follow him, holding her shirt shut over her breasts, which bounced with every step.
He charged ahead, invincible in his jeans and sturdy boots. She tripped over a root that protruded from the ground and fell. She threw out her hands to catch herself, and her breasts swung freely as her palms bit into the dirt and forest debris. Fallen leaves tickled her still ultra-sensitive nipples, and they hardened in response, as if expecting the feel of his tongue again.
He turned, doubled back a few steps to where she’d fallen and bent wordlessly to scoop her up, lifting her with an arm around her waist and swinging her so she lay more comfortably against his chest. One of his arms curled securely under her neck, the other beneath her knees.
The voices sounded again behind them, and he began to run, holding her tightly against his chest as he ducked to avoid low-hanging branches and dodged roots and logs.
By the time the parking lot came back into view, the voices had faded and Tiffany’s speeding heart had slowed just a little. The gunman let her down then
so she could walk beside him to the car. She did so, holding her shirt closed self-consciously, lest anyone drive by and see them. After he’d opened the passenger side door and closed it behind her, he flopped into the driver’s seat, breathing hard from the effort of sprinting with her in his arms.
‘What do you suppose those hikers will think when they find my bra and heels lying there?’ she asked as he turned the key in the ignition.
He laughed as he pulled back out onto the highway. ‘Probably that a couple teenagers snuck into the woods for a quickie.’
‘Do you think they heard us?’
‘Well, I’m pretty sure everyone back in New York heard you.’ He arched an eyebrow in Tiffany’s direction, smiling wickedly.
Heat crept into her cheeks, almost enough to match the hotness that lingered in her core. ‘So where are we headed now?’
‘South.’
‘How far–’ she began, but was cut off as an ominous wail filled the air, drowning out her voice.
She glanced over her shoulder as her heart leapt, pounding hard against her ribs as blue and red light filled her vision. A police car had pulled out onto the highway, apparently from a hidden position. It was right on the Saturn’s bumper, its lights flashing wildly. Tiffany’s former captor gritted his teeth and turned on the blinker, signaling that he would pull over to the right side of the road. He did so, and the cruiser followed, coming to a stop a couple yards behind the Saturn. He gripped the wheel tightly as a state trooper stepped out of his car and approached them, roadside gravel crunching beneath his boots.
Tiffany forced herself to stop gripping the sides of her seat and rested her hands in her lap, willing them not to tremble. The last thing she wanted was to give her captor – no, partner – away, but she could feel the truth fighting to show on her face. Her body still throbbed with the near-intoxication of sex, and panic combined with it, causing her head to spin. She pressed it back against the headrest and tried to look as normal as possible, as if she were just a woman on a date with an incredibly hot guy.
‘I need to see your license and registration, sir,’ the officer said, peering through the driver’s side window. The tone of his voice said that he did this every day and wasn’t particularly thrilled to be doing it again. That took the edge off of Tiffany’s panic.
The officer wore large aviator-style sunglasses with dark lenses, but now that her initial fear of being recognized was gone, Tiffany worried over where his hidden eyes might roam. She’d crossed her arms over her stomach in an attempt to keep the front of her blouse closed without drawing too much attention to the fact that it was missing all its buttons, but there was no hiding the fact that she was braless. Her sweater lay somewhere in the back seat – she’d taken it off the day before because of the heat. Her nipples stood erect beneath the shirt that was never meant to be worn without an undergarment, and her areolas showed as dark patches beneath the fabric. The lack of buttons made it impossible to cover her cleavage, which peeked out from well below the collar. There was even a small damp spot over her left nipple, which had once been a drop of her kidnapper’s saliva. The sight sent her cheeks burning and a fresh wave of arousal dampened her pussy.
Her interrupted lover was in an even worse state. His erection hadn’t subsided and was tenting the crotch of his jeans, a sizeable testament to the unfinished act of passion they’d committed in the woods.
The officer was waiting.
Tiffany’s kidnapper dug into his back pocket, forced to lift his hips to access it, which emphasized what already couldn’t be missed. His cock was a hard rod in his lap, the outline clearly visible through the denim. He slid his driver’s license out of the leather billfold and handed it to the officer, who took it quickly and snorted in disgust.
‘Pennsylvania, huh?’ the officer asked.
So, her kidnapper wasn’t a New Yorker. He’d crossed the border from PA to commit his crime.
‘Yeah,’ he replied.
‘Do you have any idea how fast you were going?’
‘No.’
‘Sixty-six. In a fifty-five mile per hour zone.’
‘Sorry.’ He didn’t quite succeed in sounding as if he meant it. The same intensity he’d displayed to Tiffany on the forest floor lent an edge to his voice.
She glanced at his crotch again. Apparently, he was just as anxious to finish what they’d started as she was. The thought was even sexier than the sight of long bulge in the front of his jeans.
The officer bent to peer in the window, frowning. His sunglasses hid his eyes, but Tiffany could feel his gaze on her chest. She looked down, at her knees, at the floor mat – anywhere but at her popping nipples – as her cheeks blazed with self-conscious heat.
The officer shoved the driver’s license back through the window and dropped it unceremoniously. ‘Oh hell,’ he said, ‘just go. And don’t let this happen again.’ It was unclear whether he meant the speeding or the erotic display of barely-veiled body parts. He chuckled to himself as he walked away, leaving Tiffany unsure of whether she should be embarrassed or relieved. She couldn’t help feeling both.
‘Let me see that,’ she said after the officer was out of hearing range. She snatched the license from her kidnapper’s lap as the trooper retreated to his cruiser. In her eagerness, she inadvertently brushed the swelling beneath his jeans, causing him to moan. She ignored him, absorbed in the card she held in her hand. ‘Is this your real ID?’
When the trooper had asked for his license, she’d been struck by the realization that she didn’t know his name. She’d had sex – or at least begun to – with a man whose name she didn’t even know. The past day she’d spent as his hostage had created a strange air of intimacy between them. Now, as she read his name for the first time, she felt suddenly alienated from him.
‘Yeah,’ he said, ‘it’s real.’
‘James P. Elliot,’ she read. ‘Your name is James?’
‘Were you expecting something else?’
She shrugged. ‘I don’t know. I guess it just seems a little strange since we… Since we’ve been so intimate, without even knowing each other’s names. I feel like I should’ve known a long time ago.’
‘Well then, you’ll just have to break in my name – say it until it sounds natural.’ He grinned. ‘Tiffany.’
She gaped at him. ‘How do you know my name?’
Her purse had been left behind at the bank, and for all she knew it was still there, awaiting her return beneath the counter. She didn’t have any form of identification on her, even if he’d checked her pockets while she’d slept the night before – which might have explained her dream, now that she thought about it.
‘It was on the name plaque in your booth at the bank counter.’
Of course it was. She stared down at the plastic card in her hand and scanned the rest of the information, feeling somewhat silly. Fascination overwhelmed her embarrassment though, and she was soon absorbed in the basic but fascinating information James’ license offered. He was twenty-nine, a year older than she was. And his blood – most of which had clearly migrated to below his belt – was type O positive. She didn’t need the license to tell her that he was tall, blue-eyed and gorgeous – she was well aware of that.
‘About breaking in my name,’ he said, leaning across the console and stroking her collarbone suggestively. She trembled excitedly beneath his touch as he traced a wrinkle down the front of her shirt until he reached the bump that was her hardened nipple.
‘Here?’ she gasped, visions of a roadside tryst invading her imagination and spiking her arousal.
‘I don’t think a cop would overlook it if he caught us doing it in broad daylight on the side of the highway,’ James said reluctantly, a wry smile curving his mouth and rendering it even more delicious than usual. ‘And besides, I want to get out of the area in case that officer recognizes me. The police in New York may have figured out my identity by now. Let’s drive a little further first.’
Tiffany nodded and se
ttled back against the passenger seat as he guided the car back onto the highway.
****
‘How about here?’ James asked about two hours later.
‘Great,’ Tiffany said before even looking. She’d been playing the scene in the woods over and over again in her mind as James drove, pushing herself to the point of madness. Her clit throbbed and she felt ready to burst. Just looking at him sent little waves of anticipatory pleasure through her belly. She was every bit as ready for him as she had been two hours ago, if not more so. When she actually did peer out the window, she saw they were approaching a road that was narrower than the highway and appeared to wind into the woods.
He pulled the car over onto the side of the road after driving about a mile along the mountain path. ‘How about another hike?’ he asked suggestively.
She opened her own door before he had a chance to do it for her.
‘You’ll hurt yourself,’ he said as she stepped toward the edge of the forest, barefoot. ‘Let me carry you.’ He swept her off of her feet before she could protest, and the sides of her shirt flapped open. He cradled her against his chest, his gaze burning on her nipples, which were standing tall in their best attempt to entice him.
He gave into temptation once the road and the car had faded from sight, bending to lick each of them slowly in turn. Tiffany sighed and arched her back, elevating her breasts until their hard pink tips threatened to brush his jaw. He resisted her offering. ‘I want to find a good place,’ he told her, and started forward again.
By the time he finally stopped, Tiffany had been contemplating leaping from his arms and demanding to end the search for the perfect spot. ‘Here,’ he said, admiring the little clearing he’d found in a circle of pines. Evergreen needles had created a thick carpet on the ground, which she discovered was quite springy when he lowered her onto it.