Taken Hostage (4 page)

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 settled 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.