Taken Hostage by Ranae Rose

mouth-watering
impulse.
    She rose to a kneeling position and gripped
the parted waistband of his jeans, pulling it down to expose his
balls. She held them in one hand, relishing their warm weight
against her palm as she parted her lips and took his cock into her
mouth. He moaned and flexed his hips, thrusting it past her lips,
farther and farther until it met the back of her throat. She
relinquished her hold on his jeans and wrapped her fingers around
the base of his shaft instead. Her fingers were warmed by friction
as her hand rose and fell, touching first the soft nest of hair
that grew around the base of his cock, and then her own lips.
    He groaned again, trembling slightly as he
braced himself against the car for support.
    She continued, tasting the salty evidence of
their last encounter on his skin, until he stopped her by
withdrawing suddenly. He prevented her from following by holding
one of her shoulders in a vice-like grip. ‘If you don’t stop I
won’t be able to do what I promised,’ he said, eyeing the seat that
stretched behind her.
    He exerted a gentle but commanding pressure
on her shoulder and she reclined across the seat eagerly, opening
her legs in welcoming invitation. James’ golden-brown head ducked
beneath the doorway, the errant lock of hair she loved falling into
his eyes. He lowered his body over hers, settling his elbows on the
seat on either side of her body. It was a tight fit, and she
couldn’t have moved beneath him if she’d wanted to. She loved
it.
    He took his cock in his hand and rubbed the
thick head up and down her slit, smiling as he teased her. She
trembled against him as he coated himself with her wetness.
‘Please,’ she said when she couldn’t stand not having him in her
any longer. ‘No more teasing.’
    ‘Alright.’ Her core clenched at the sound of
his voice, and during the brief moment before he entered her she
noticed that he smelled of sweat and Coke and musky manliness. Then
all her other senses were extinguished as her sense of touch
exploded, wild with delight.
    Their last joining had left her body tender,
but she hardly cared. She was more than glad for the sequel to
their last encounter, graphic snippets of which had been
continually rising to the surface of her mind during the drive
since. A bump that divided the seat pressed into the small of her
back, forcing her to arch it, and his hips, wide with muscle,
pressed her legs tight against the seats that sandwiched her body.
Despite the cramped quarters, he moved with a sort of primal grace,
gliding in and out of her body.
    She clawed at his back, the jagged edges of
her broken nails snagging his soft white T-shirt. Her core was
already clenching around his cock, on the verge of coming. ‘James,’
she gasped, and another voice echoed hers.
    James’ head snapped upward with amazing
speed, and he scrambled to push his rebellious forelock out of his
eyes even as his head hit the car’s ceiling with a heavy thump . Tiffany whimpered in bewildered ecstasy as he jerked
within her, and then he was gone.
    His boots abused the gravel noisily as he
stood with his pants hanging down past his hips, his cock still
fully erect and exposed. ‘Damn it!’ he growled, sounding more
unsettled than Tiffany had ever heard him as he jerked up his
underwear and jeans, whirling at the same time to face an
approaching figure that was barely visible in the
semi-darkness.
    It was a man, and as he came closer the smirk
that was plastered over his caramel face became visible. His dark
eyes glittered beneath a short crop of coal-black hair. There was
an exotic air about his strong nose, and he spoke with an accent
that hinted at a south of the border origin, though he said ‘You’re
early’ in perfect English. His eyes skimmed over James and darted
knowingly to Tiffany, who still lay in a posture of readiness
across the back seat. She snapped her legs shut and scrambled
upright, pulling her shirt over her breasts as smoldering