Hell in a Handbasket - The Journey (17 page)

"Huh…" I trembled hard. "Well…first let me
say…that when you call me your
queen…" I leaned in and whispered,
"I get wet…and I mean…crazy wet!”

Ryder snickered.

"No, seriously, it ignites something in me that I
don't know what it is and it kind of scares me!"

"It is just the real you starting to wake up. And I
for one am damn happy to be the man who gets the honor and privilege of waking
you up!"

I giggled.

"So what was part two?"

"Part two?"

"Yes, Maeve, you said, "…first let me say…"
that is usually followed by a second…"

"Oh…yeah…second…let me get this straight…are you
telling me that my name means—Feisty yet gentle, intoxicatingly powerful,
sexuality?"

"Yes, ma'am."

A shudder ran through
me, which took control and shook me all the way to my core. "Um, I don't
know what to do with that."

"Just keep doing what you're doing, Maeve. This is
going to be a wonderful journey."

His advancement was swift and complete. His tongue
assaulted my mouth with a need that initially overwhelmed me. I opened my mouth
to him as he continued to assail my senses.

* * * *

Ryder snaked his hand around to cup the back of my head. He
pulled me closer to him. He leaned in ever-so-slightly and asked in a hoarse
whisper, "Maeve, do you use a vibrator at home?"

"Yes…" The word seeped out of me.

"Have you ever thought about riding a gearshift while
the car was running?"

I tried to pull away from him but he held me close.

"Relax Maeve. I can tell from your reaction that today
is not the day for that experience."

I breathed a sigh of relief. Ryder released my head and
hair and leaned back even more. I felt lost and adrift without his touch. He
looked at me as if he were trying to figure out a complicated puzzle or word
problem.

"Ryder?"

"Yea, Maeve?"

"Is there something wrong?"

"No, sweetheart, just trying to
figure out the logistics."

I looked around and really noticed the bucket seats and
that now worrisome gearshift. I saw that unless I was ready to climb into his lap,
the only relatively comfortable place was the back seat.

Ryder saw the confused
expression on my face and snickered.

I looked at him blankly and blinked a few times.
"What?"

"Nothing…I have some ideas, but I don't think I'm
going to tell you what they are. I'm just going to show you."

I got that deer-in-a-head
light look again as I shot
a sideways glance at the gearshift.

Ryder smiled at me as he cupped my face. "Don't worry,
Maeve, you're not ready for that kind of idea, not yet. Maybe we should just get
in the back."

"Okay…" I tried to find a sexy smile.

I think it came across as a weak facsimile, causing a deep
chuckle to fall from Ryder’s lips.

"Oh, Maeve, you do make me smile."

* * * *

Ryder was going to have to open his door, get out of the
car, and then climb into the back seat. Me? I just crawled between the front
bucket seats and waited in the back seat for him to join me.

I was still feeling a bit hot and bothered from the kiss he
assaulted me with earlier, so I scooted as far against the passenger side as I
could. I hiked my skirt up above my hips. Since I was in a silly mood, meaning
one I've never been in before, I carefully draped the hem of my skirt to cover
my womanhood. And sat there waiting for Ryder to cram his big self into this not
so big back seat.

Ryder had gotten out of
the car, moved the front seat forward as far as it would go and began his
venture into the back seat. He had his left hand propped against the back of
the front seat and he managed to brace his right hand against the top of the
back seat. He only had the upper part of his body in the back, when he glanced
up and noticed how I was sitting. It was so similar to how I was on the couch
in Tom's office, only opposite. My right knee was against the back of the seat
and my left toes were braced against the floorboard. Ryder completely stopped.
His eyes slowly scanned from my bare feet, up my calves and on up to my thighs.
His breath caught when he glanced up and saw the wicked smile on my face.

In my best Southern Belle accent, I purred in his
direction. "Why Sir; I must apologize for being so vulgar, and having to
sit in such a manner. But I do believe you still have my panties stuffed
securely in your front pocket." Then I gave him my best impression of his
hell in a hand basket smile.

The expression on his face changed so fast. It went from
shock at seeing me splayed for his appraisal yet still hidden, to jovial as he
laughed at my accent and comment, then shifted rapidly to full-fledged hunger.
He quickly pulled himself into the back seat, turned back around, and slammed
his door shut. Just as quickly, he turned back towards me, rewarding me with
his infamous smile.

With his right hand, he grabbed the ankle of my left leg
with such force that I gasped. He loosened his grip so that he was barely
touching my skin. With agonizingly relaxed movements, both of his hands began a
torturous trek up my left leg. It was a methodical torment, leaving the skin on
my leg feeling as if it were in flames. Little tongues of fire licked their way
flicking and mimicking the movements of Ryder’s hands, as he barely skimmed
them up and down and around my leg. He inched closer to my apex with both his
hands and his hips.

I felt my breath catch in my chest as my heart began to
beat at a frighteningly fast pace. I thought I would have a heart attack my
heart was beating so fast. My breathing was quickly becoming erratic the nearer
he got to the hem of my skirt.

* * * *

Ryder's eyes met mine. I
’
m sure mine were showing how nervous, unsure and raw I felt. His were
showing an animalistic desire, which ratcheted me to my core.

He stopped and pulled back. My face went into a blank
blinking mode. He grinned and leaned forward toward the front of the car. He
looked really funny trying to squeeze the top half of his body between those
bucket seats and on into the front of the car.

I heard the glove box open and heard some rustling of
papers. Then I noticed his body change direction as he leaned more toward the
steering wheel. I couldn’t really tell what he was doing. He was such a
dominating presence he was hard to see around. Suddenly I heard the radio come
on and he fiddled with the knob and changed the station. I felt a strange sense
of relaxation come over me as I heard music playing which was actually from my
high school days.

He leaned back and tossed me his mound-drenching smile.
"Now, where was I?"

I didn’t answer. I was too entranced with listening to the
music, rubbing my hands across the leather seat, observing the position my body
was in and the gorgeous man trying to get comfortable opposite me. I blinked
stupidly a few times and then grinned, one of those face splitting,
it's-gonna-freeze-that-way grins.

With the pads of Ryder’s fingers, he brushed my ankle,
causing my skin to ignite into massive tissue engulfing flames, making my whole
body quake with a seismic disturbance. I just didn't know how much more of this
my body would be able to handle.

Sure, he was gorgeous
and attentive…very attentive. And he has shown me things and made me feel things
I never thought were possible. Not even in my wildest fantasies. But a lot had
happened in such a short time. How much more could there be? How much more
could my body and mind absorb?

Ryder's eyes locked with mine. I felt his hands on my knees
but I couldn't look away. His eyes held me prisoner. His hands traveled their
way up my thighs, instigating flutters and spasms in their wake. I couldn't
breathe.

Suddenly he grabbed the hem of my skirt with both hands. He
flipped the hem up and over my hips. I panted like a dog on a hot day without
any water. What is it about this guy that he got me so worked up at the
slightest movement? How was he always stealing my air as well as my ability to
speak?

His hands sloped down into the crease of my thighs. I was
having a stroke, I just knew it. My eyes must have held some sort of warning,
because suddenly Ryder grabbed my waist with his right arm and pulled me to
him. He leaned back against the side of the car and held me to him, his
hands
stroking my back and hair.

"Breathe,
sweetheart, just breathe."

"I'm…"
pant, pant, pant, "Trying…"

"Maeve?"
I felt his left hand playing with my hair.

Pant…"Yes,
Ryder?" pant…

"Have
you ever given a blow job before?"

"No…Never…"

He
grabbed my hips and forced me into a sitting position straddling his hips. I
could feel his bulge in his jeans, teasing me. But his face and eyes showed
amazement.

"Jesus
woman, you're killing me…" and he graced me with his life-altering smile.
And with that, he flipped me onto my back.

I
looked around
, confused,
trying to figure out
if he wanted me to try to give him a blowjob. If so, just
how did
he expect it to happen from this angle, and
in such a small space?

Ryder brought his right
hand to my forehead and rubbed between my eyes. "I believe I mentioned
once before, that you shouldn't frown…" then he brought his mouth to trail
kisses from between my eyes to my nose and then to my lips. With his left hand
he began to rub my slit.

"Ohuggghhhnnnhhhh."
My back arched
,
nearly knocking Ryder into the floorboard. I
couldn't speak. I just looked at him in wonder.

Hell
in a
hand basket and he undid his pants. He pushed
his pants down past his knees and then tore open a condom packet. I watched in
awe as he slid it down the stunning length of his member.

He braced his left hand above my head against the side of
the car. His right hand slithered up my left leg as his body did a snakelike
move. He dipped his head down and quickly licked my pussy. While holding his
tongue out in a cup
like position, he slid his head up my body and then
deposited his tongue which was holding some of my juices into my mouth. As his
head was moving up, the rest of his body was moving down, implanting his dick
firmly and quickly into me.

All breath was knocked from me in that move. I was so lost
in the kiss and the taste of me on him that I didn't care if I ever breathed
again. I sucked on his tongue, determined to extract every last bit of my
flavor. He groaned his approval.

Ryder began thrusting his dick hard into my cunt with
abandonment. I met him with the same intensity and force.

I felt those now familiar waves starting with extreme
ferocity and I shook with anticipation. My movements becoming more animated the
closer the waves got to crashing. Ryder reached down with this right hand and
pinched my nipple. "Fuck me
…oh…Maeve…"

I
felt my pussy clench onto him hard as I fell over the edge and into oblivion.

* * * *

Ryder pulled up his
pants, adjusted them and then buttoned and zipped them. He leaned forward,
managed to open the driver
’
s door and worked his
way out of the backseat of the car. I never did see what he did with the
condom. I was still lying on the seat watching him with a goofy dreamy
expression plastered on my face.

I watched as he moved the driver’s seat as far back as it
would go, tilted it back some and then climbed into it. As he was shutting his
door, he motioned for me to get into the passenger front seat.

Once I was situated in the front seat, I turned to face
him, wondering what was next.

He leaned towards me, got oh so close, and then stopped. I
frowned, he smiled. "Maeve, I want this to be as close to an actual high
school experience as I can make it for you."

He moved closer to me and started kissing me as if there
was no tomorrow and my body responded in kind. I was already a little flushed
from our activities in the back seat and now with his kiss being so demanding,
I felt a heat in my lower belly start to grow and expand. It coursed through my
veins, igniting every fiber of my being. Even with all of Ryder’s previous
kisses, I didn’t know a kiss could cause so much need.

Hands were everywhere as we groped each other, fondled and
began an urgent quest to undo our clothes. He leaned back and sat squarely in
his seat. I looked at him with utter disbelief written all over my face. He
just tossed that hell in a hand basket smile my way.

"Come over here and kiss me, Maeve. Nothing else, just
kiss me."

I sat there for a moment
trying to figure out just how I was going to manage kissing him while avoiding
that alarming gearshift. I started by placing my left hand on the back of his
seat and my right hand on the dash. I swiftly realized I was just too short for
that to work. I moved my hand from the dash to the steering wheel. I was quick
to recognize that with my legs and
feet still facing forward,
this position wasn
’
t
going to work either. My face was contorted as I tried to work out this
conundrum. I hopped up and placed my legs underneath me in the seat and I moved
my right hand and placed it on his chest. I could feel his heartbeat as it
raced against my hand. I leaned in to kiss him. His lips were a crazy mixture
of soft yet urgent and they were getting thicker and more demanding with each
moment that passed.