Taken Hostage

by Ranae Rose

  She shrugged out of her shirt, which had become little more than a joke. ‘You too this time,’ she said, tugging at the corner of his jacket. ‘I don’t take anything else off until you do.’

  He shed the jacket willingly and peeled off his T-shirt, tossing it to the ground beside her top. She admired the bare expanse of his chest for the first time, tracing the contours of his muscles with her fingertips, embracing him so her nipples pressed against his. He attacked her pants’ zipper as she did so, exposing pantyless bare skin and pulling the fabric down past the soft curves of her ass. He cupped his hands beneath them, pulling her fiercely against him. She attempted reflexively to wrap her legs around his waist, but was restrained by her pants. He helped her to slip completely out of them, freeing her legs so that she could squeeze his sides between her thighs hard enough to force the air out of his lungs.

  She reluctantly released him to watch him shed his jeans and underwear. When he was naked, she took a moment to admire his cock. She’d seen it before, but it was still just as impressive as it had been the first time. She ached deep inside at the sight of his long, thick shaft rising from above his balls, which had drawn up, anticipating release. When she’d looked her fill she threw her weight against his chest, pressing him down on his back against the bed of pine needles.

  She lay there with her face pressed below his collarbone, listening to the steady thumping of his heart. An echoing pulse beat in his groin, which lay beneath her own. The thick curls that surrounded the base of his cock tickled the slick opening into her body, and his member pressed stiffly against the lower curve of her ass, warm and ready. As horny as she was, she had to force herself to take a moment to enjoy the sensation, the anticipation. It wasn’t easy to resist the part of her that wanted to jump on his cock and ride him into oblivion.

  He placed his hands firmly on her hips and began to roll her over onto her back.

  ‘No,’ she said, bracing herself against the motion.

  He paused, his erection throbbing against her thigh, waiting impatiently for her to explain herself.

  ‘You offered for me to come with you as your partner,’ she told him, ‘but I don’t feel much like an equal. Not after you kidnapped me at gunpoint and held me hostage. And definitely not after the way you took me last time in the woods.’

  ‘You seemed to enjoy that part.’

  ‘That’s beside the point.’

  ‘So what do you want?’ he asked, his voice tense with restraint.

  She lifted herself from his chest until she sat atop his hips, just above his cock. Leaning slowly forward, she buried her hands in his hair, pressing her palms against his temples. He raised his head to meet her breasts, which hung tantalizingly above his face, but she pushed him back down, grasping handfuls of his hair. He stopped resisting and lay still with his head against the pine needles, blue eyes gleaming.

  She crouched above his chest, the shape of her legs forming a pyramid of open space, and he rose to meet her, his mouth colliding with the slickness between her legs with all the force of an explosion.

  He traced her wet slit with the tip of his tongue, then forced it roughly in, licking the moisture from her body. It felt even better than she’d imagined. When he bit down lightly on her swollen clit, her head swam. Her thigh muscles trembled and she would have fallen, but he braced her with a hand on each of her hips, gripping the flesh hard enough to bruise. She squirmed with delight, but he held her firmly there, using his tongue as if it were a spoon and the wet cavern at her core a deep bowl hiding something delicious at the very bottom. The fluids from her arousal and his own mouth slid over his cheeks, trickling down until they dampened the pine needles below. Her clit throbbed against his tongue, and her core began to tighten rhythmically, sending waves of pleasure rolling through her belly. She shrieked as her orgasm reached its peak, arching her back so severely that her nipples pointed straight toward the noon sun, suspended in an acrobatic pose that would have been impossible had he not supported her.

  When the fierce contractions of pleasure subsided, her body went limp and he let her collapse onto the pine needles beside him, gasping.

  ‘Was that what you had in mind?’ he demanded. His lips were parted, his blue eyes shining as they met hers.

  She opened her mouth to reply, but he kissed her hard before she could make a sound. She tasted the mingled fluids of their mutual lust and shuddered as he forced a hand between her still-spread legs, letting his fingers glide over her slippery thighs and into her body. She trembled against him, shocked by his zeal, which showed no consideration for the ultra-sensitive state his mouth had left her in. He relented for a split second before thrusting his fingers back inside her again, feeling, reaching. His thumb massaged her clitoris, still swollen with pleasure. A telltale tension began to build in her core again. She couldn’t believe she was about to come a second time – she’d never had two orgasms so close together. But then, James had driven her to do a lot of things she’d never done, things she wouldn’t have been able to imagine just a day ago.

  In less than a minute, he brought her to climax again, and her scream filled his mouth, never escaping to echo through the trees and mountains.

  He entered her then, swiftly and fiercely. His cock felt more rigid than ever against her slick, sensitive flesh. She gasped beneath him, having never been given a chance to recover from his attentions, overwhelmed by his intensity. He’d done as she wished. Yet she’d never felt as if she were the one in control, not for a single second. He was still the one in charge, a fact that he drove home with every breathtaking stroke. She gripped his shoulders hard and moaned.

  Suddenly, he stopped, barely remaining inside her.

  She looked up, noting the sweat that glistened on his brow. His eyes, which were the exact color of the noon sky behind him, were intense. ‘What’s wrong?’ she gasped. Why, God, had he stopped?

  ‘My name,’ he replied tersely. ‘Say it.’

  She had a fleeting notion to refuse, but quickly dismissed it. He waited solidly in the threshold of her body, prepared to enter fully and stretch her to her limit again. She couldn’t deny him that, not when she ached for his most intimate touch at her core and her entire body craved the rough rhythm he’d been rocking her hips to just a moment ago.

  ‘James,’ she sighed.

  He flexed his hips, burying his cock deep inside her, and left her feeling empty when he withdrew.

  ‘James,’ she gasped.

  He repeated the motion, driving her to arch her back, lifting it from the ground and raising her breasts so her nipples brushed his chest.

  ‘James!’

  His next stroke was even bolder than the last, and it sent her over the edge. Her inner muscles contracted furiously around the stiff, invading shaft of his cock. ‘James!’ It wasn’t just a name, or even a word. It was an exclamation of pleasure that couldn’t have been expressed any other way. It felt good just to say it. ‘James, James,’ she repeated, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close as the orgasm left her and her insides seemed to turn to jelly.

  ‘Tiffany,’ he breathed, his hot breath tickling her right ear.

  Her heart skipped a beat at the sound of her name on his lips, and she tightened her hold around his neck. She was breathing hard, but so was he, and his chest was slick with sweat against hers. He cock was harder than ever inside her though, and when he began to thrust again, it was with surprising force.

  She unwrapped her arms from around his neck and gripped his shoulders instead, needing something to dig her nails into. She wanted to scream with pleasure, but her throat was already ragged. She bit her lip and moaned instead as he pounded into her, stretching her to her limit with each stroke. Her three orgasms, especially the last, had left her incredibly sensitive. Her entire middle sparked with delicious pleasure as he drove himself into her over and over. She was too tired to come again, but it felt incredibly good just to enjoy his climax.

  She moaned when he squee
zed his eyes shut and arched his back, just as she had so many times. He cried out as he came in a hot rush. It was a feral sound, one that was completely at home in the vast forest. Even after he was quiet, it echoed through the mountains, an announcement that he’d finally been satisfied. He froze for a moment, propped above Tiffany on his elbows, still hard and quivering within her. She sighed softly when he withdrew and collapsed onto the forest floor beside her.

  He curled around her from behind and wrapped an arm around her waist. His enduring erection throbbed against her back, and his semen leaked from between her thighs and onto the pine needles. Her speeding heart and breathing gradually slowed, giving way to a lazy haze of contentment. His body was warm against hers, and his breath came slow and even against the back of her neck. Before she knew it, she was asleep.

  ****

  The sun had already begun to set over Tiffany and James by the time they awoke. As they disentangled themselves from one another, it was unclear who’d stirred first. ‘We’ve been asleep half the day,’ Tiffany fretted as James stretched his long muscles. Visions of police cars swarming the mountain filled her mind, and she strained for hints of sirens’ wails through the silence. Save for the chirping of a few crickets, all was silent, but the realization did little to ease her worries.

  ‘Looks like it,’ he replied, scratching the day and a half’s worth of stubble that roughened his jaw, making him look even more deliciously rugged than usual.

  Tiffany anxiously remembered the trooper who’d pulled them over on the highway that day. The police back in New York were surely working around the clock to discover James’ identity and whereabouts, if they hadn’t already. Had his image, surely caught on the bank’s security cameras, spread to the south yet? The thought tied her stomach in knots.

  ‘It’s alright,’ he said calmly, perhaps reading her expression. ‘We’d better not waste any time though. He fished Tiffany’s shirt from among the pine needles and handed it to her.

  She let him drape it over her shoulders, which were pebbling in the absence of his body heat, and slipped her arms into the sleeves. He reached around her body and cupped her breasts before she could attempt to cover them with the gaping fabric. Holding their weight in his hands, he rubbed the soft swell of her nipples with his thumbs, watching them harden beneath his touch. Tiffany sighed. The rest of her body wasn’t ready to receive him again yet, but this felt good.

  ‘Are you cold?’ he asked as she quivered against him.

  ‘Something like that,’ she replied.

  He bent his head to kiss the side of her neck lightly. ‘Let me help you get dressed.’

  He lifted her pants from the ground and held them while she stepped into them, tickling the curves of her calves and thighs as he dressed her. Despite the hurry they were supposed to be in, he took his time, touching her softly here and there until he finally pulled the zipper up, hiding the soft nest of curls that grew between her hips from view. He paused to press his mouth against her stomach as he rose, dipping the tip of his tongue into her navel before tracing an imaginary line that led him upwards to the hollow between her breasts. Both of them tingled, and her nipples were still hard from his touch. He favored them each with a wet kiss, tracing lazy circles around them with his tongue. She sighed and leaned against him for a few moments, eventually releasing him to find his own clothing.

  She watched as he dressed himself in his underwear, jeans, T-shirt and socks. Though her own body was sore after the explosive sex they’d had, every inch of it warmed as she regretfully watched his disappear beneath layers of clothing. It was too bad he couldn’t just stay naked. He approached her again after pulling on his boots, holding his jacket out towards her. She stood still as he wrapped it around her, shrouding her from shoulders to waist, protecting her from the light chill that had come with the evening. When he’d finished dressing, he reached out to stroke her cheek, a tender motion that surprised her.

  ‘Why?’ he asked her quietly.

  ‘Why what?’

  ‘Why did you come with me?’

  She silently asked herself the same question. She’d been avoiding answering it for herself all day, choosing to live in the moment instead, enjoying every second of it. She reached out impulsively to take one of his hands in hers, squeezing. ‘Like you said, there was a spark between us. When I saw you at the bank, I felt like you must have when you were looking at that red Mustang.’ She smiled ruefully. ‘That sounds so shallow.’

  He smiled bemusedly and shook his head. ‘I was only looking at the Mustang to keep from staring at you. I couldn’t care less about the car.’

  Tiffany’s heart leapt in a way it hadn’t all day – and that was saying something, considering the acrobatics the kidnapping and sex had put it through. To think that this bold, gorgeous man had been sneaking glances at her all along while pretending to lust after a car… After several moments of grinning into space as her cheeks heated in a fantastic blush, she realized he was waiting for her to continue. ‘But that’s not all,’ she said, eager to follow up his sweet confession with something that made her sound as if she had at least two brain cells to rub together instead of just a pair of eyes and a neglected libido. ‘There’s something about you that has nothing to do with the way you look. You make me feel like I could just step outside of my regular self and do something different. Something adventurous. I like that feeling.’

  James met her eyes, a thoughtful expression on his handsome face. ‘So that’s why then.’

  ‘Well, that and my boss was a jackass, and my co-workers were airheads,’ she conceded. ‘My life was dull and I was lonely.’

  James emitted a small snort of laughter. ‘Glad to hear I’ve livened things up.’ He grinned.

  ‘What about you?’ she asked.

  He eyed her quietly with his sky-blue eyes, the grin fading slowly from his face.

  ‘You know who I am,’ she continued, her need to know him growing by the second. ‘You stormed into my regular life and ripped me right out of it. But you’re just James to me. I don’t really know who you are. I don’t even know why you robbed that bank.’

  ‘Money,’ he said flatly, ‘why else? I’m not anybody great. I’m just a guy who got tired of being shit on by life and decided to take matters into my own hands.’ He frowned. ‘Life is unfair, right? So I thought, why should I keep playing by the rules? They aren’t doing me any good.’

  Tiffany nodded thoughtfully. It made logical sense, but it was a very bold conclusion. ‘Most people never get angry enough to go down that route.’

  He shrugged. ‘I’m glad I did. I broke a few rules, and look what it got me.’ He reached out to stroke the side of her face again and smiled suddenly.

  ‘I’m glad you did too,’ she replied a little breathlessly.

  ‘Construction,’ he said after a few moments. ‘That’s what I used to do. I lost my job about eight months ago because of the recession. People stopped building and things just went downhill for me from there.’

  She nodded again, eyeing his T-shirt and remembering the hard muscles that lay beneath, what they’d looked and felt like. It was easy to imagine him doing construction. ‘So what’s your plan?’

  He lifted her suddenly, holding her against his chest just as he’d done when he’d carried her into the woods. ‘To take you back to the car and keep driving.’

  ‘I mean long-term. Where will we go now?’

  ‘Do you speak Spanish?’ he asked as he ducked under a pine bough.

  ‘No. I took French in high school, and I don’t even remember much of that, to tell the truth.’

  ‘That’s alright. I’ll teach you.’

  ‘Oh, so you speak Spanish?’

  ‘I can get by. For example, if we were in Mexico, I might describe what we just did as asombroso.’

  ‘What does that mean?’

  ‘You tell me.’

  ‘Incredible, I hope,’ she said, heat flushing her cheeks again.

  He grinned. ‘
See, you’re learning already.’

  She returned his smile. ‘So we’re headed south of the border, then?’

  He inserted a hand between her legs, groping and rubbing her tender skin deliberately through the fabric of her pants. The seam rubbed against her raw clitoris, eliciting an initial groan of protest and a subsequent moan of reluctant pleasure. ‘In more ways than one,’ he replied, grinning teasingly.

  She was relieved when they found the Saturn at the edge of the woods, waiting alone beside the seldom-traveled road as if they’d never left it.

  When they’d settled into the seats, James paused before turning the key in the ignition. He leaned across the console and pressed his mouth on hers. She sighed when the kiss ended, feeling the spark he’d kindled in the forest relight within her.

  ‘What do you say we drive until an hour before dawn?’ James suggested.

  ‘What then?’

  ‘Then we’ll find a secluded place along the dark road, and I’ll lay you across the back seat like you asked me to yesterday.’

  ****

  By the time daylight began to diffuse the fleeting night, they’d reached Mississippi. Tiffany had slept some, both when James had parked for a couple short hours of rest and while he drove. She was thoroughly awake now though, eagerly remembering what he’d promised to do to her in the hour before dawn. Her body still retained the remnants of yesterday’s passion – a slight twinge here, a light bruise there – but those were easily forgotten when she remembered what it’d felt like to have him inside her.

  ‘Hey,’ James said suddenly, ‘looks like it’s almost dawn.’ The corner of his mouth curled into a suggestive smile that caused Tiffany to shift in her seat as heat blossomed in her core.

  Her heart beat in double-time as the Saturn slowed and veered toward a gravel turn-around on the side of the road. All was silent when he turned off the engine – the rural highway was almost empty at this hour in the morning. A rush of outdoor air, already hot and muggy despite the hour, filled the car as James opened his door and swung his legs out the side, the gravel crunching beneath his boots.