Hell in a Handbasket - The Journey (18 page)

I tried to edge closer to him, to feel more, to taste more.
Yet I couldn’t figure out how without coming too close to that shifter.

I started to edge closer, thinking I would just throw
caution to the wind and straddle him, when Ryder grabbed my waist with both
hands and gently pushed me back.

I sat back in my seat really confused.

"But…I thought…" I just couldn’t wrap my brain
around him continuously stopping.

"Thought what, Maeve?"

"Well, it's just that…I don’t
remember…ever…overhearing any of the girls…from high school…mentioning any guy
ever stopping…while they were in the process of
…
that’s all…"

"If any of your school pals never complained about a
guy leaving them hot and bothered, then they lied."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously.
A school aged boy rarely has the control or the
inclination to take care of his partner’s needs before his own."

"So this frustration is all part of the plan?"

"Trying to give you the full
experience, my Queen."

I visibly shuddered as I
felt those words hit my core and then drip down my legs. "Seriously,
Ryder, you
’
ve got to stop saying that just willy-nilly.
I mean, could you imagine…out in public, you say that and I have an orgasm
right there in the middle of the produce section?"

"So you’re planning on a long term thing?" Hell
in a hand basket.

"I’m…Um…just…I…uh…"

"No worries, Maeve." His grin dug into my soul
and planted a seed of promise. "Now, where were we?"

Ryder grabbed my arm and tugged me over to him. In my
movement to reach him, my leg brushed the shifter. I tried to ignore the sudden
tremor that shook me. I tried to simply lean in and kiss him, like he had said
before.

It didn't take long for things to get hot again. We began
pawing at each other like hungry animals. I felt such heat in my veins. I had
to have more. I reached down and stroked him through his jeans. He groaned from
somewhere deep within him.

He lifted his hips towards my hand. I felt his hand close
down on mine. The fever and intensity was almost more than I could handle. He
stroked my hand a few times, as I continued to stroke him through his jeans.
Then he took my hand and lifted it to his zipper, silently asking me to undo
his pants. His eyes grew dark and consuming, I was hypnotized. I kept my eyes
on him as I unbuttoned and then unzipped his jeans. His bulge had gotten
larger-than-life and had been straining so hard that when his jeans were
finally unbuttoned and unzipped, it violently sprang out. I was a bit surprised
by the movement so I glanced down, impressed with what I saw.

I remembered that every other time Ryder pushed down his
jeans he shoved them down to his ankles. So I figured it would be best if I did
the same and pushed them down below his knees. I bent down to tug on them.
Ryder lifted his hips in an effort to help me remove his pants.

I had to bend my head
lower when I tried to push them down. Then I had to maneuver under the steering
wheel to even attempt to get his jeans below his knees. In my tactical
movement, I accidentally brushed his manhood with my cheek. Ryder sucked in a
breath so savagely that I was momentarily worried for him. Then I realized his
reaction was in response to me and what I had unintentionally done. I was still
struggling with his jeans but I purposefully grazed his member with my cheek
again. His reaction was as fierce as before and I enjoyed knowing that I was
the cause of it.

He seemed to enjoy all of the times he had teased and
tortured me so I decided turnabout was fair play.

With my head and shoulders still under the steering wheel,
I allowed my hands the opportunity to gradually rub, touch, and sweep his legs.
He growled from somewhere so deep within him, I thought I could feel it in his
legs. The growl turned into a groan, which then turned into a gravelly grunt. I
smiled.

As my hands continued to peruse his legs, I tilted my face
to slide my lips up the length of his shaft. He inhaled sharply and his hips
jerked, thrusting up violently, causing my head and shoulders to hit the
steering wheel.

"Oh.
God.
Maeve. I am so
sorry." His face and eyes showed such concern. "Here…" with his
right hand he rubbed my head and shoulders and with his left hand he pulled me
out from under my own personal play space
. "
Climb
onto my lap. Straddle my hips."

As I maneuvered my shoulders out and up, I ran my hands up
and around his shaft, just so I could enjoy the look of surprise and pleasure
on his face.

Once my shoulders were out and facing him, I began the
delicate action of bringing the rest of my body over and resting it firmly on
his lap. In my journey, the shifter grazed my mound. I gasped in surprise and
excitement.

With his hands on my waist,
Ryder guided me above his lap. With his left hand he grabbed the hem of my
skirt and
billowed
it around both of us. Then he held
my body up so I couldn't sit down on him. With his right hand he reached under
the skirt and softly caressed my labia. As gentle as the motion was, it caused
an extreme tremor to course through me.

"Oh. Maeve. I love how wet you get for me." His
smile was lopsided, showing me his sincerity and pleasure in one simple
gesture.

"And I love how wet you make me." I return his
lopsided grin.

He trailed his fingers through my juices, gathering them up
and sliding them around my outer lips and clit. As soon as he touched that
little bundle of nerves, I thought I would die from sheer pleasure. I cried
out, he stopped and I whimpered my disapproval.

He moved his hand to the top of my thigh at my hip and with
both hands tilted my body to lie against his chest. He held me in place with
his left hand and his right hand went back to my slit.

He slowly rubbed a finger around my outer lips and just to
the rim of my opening.

"Oh…Ryder…Please…" My breathing was ragged and I
didn't even recognize the voice as mine, it was so deep and husky. I did
however, recognize the words as mine.

"Please…what, Maeve? Tell me…what you want." His
voice gruff, his face was in my hair at my neck. Suddenly I wanted so many
different things that I couldn't decide and I certainly couldn't put them into
words.

"Maeve, tell me." His words muffled as he mumbled
them into my neck.

I shuddered and moaned. "Uhnnngh…"

"I'm sorry,
sweetheart, what was that? What do you want?" Now he purposefully was
licking my neck and sending any chance of coherency away. His fingers still
teased my opening and lips.

"Ohhhhhhh…Uhnnngh…I…want…Oh…yes…more…" I tried to
rock my hips against his fingers and hand.

"More of what, Maeve?"
Mumble,
mumble as he dribbled his
words down my neck.

"Ohhhhhhh…" I had arched my neck, trying to give
him more of my skin to taunt.

He stopped his fingers and I groaned.
"No…don't…stop…just…ohhhhhhh…more…"

He gently slid his finger into me and I nearly collapsed
from the pleasure. I knew that he was opening me with his finger, rubbing and
stroking barely inside of me. But what I felt was a tendril of fire slithering
into my canal and setting my core ablaze with desire, want, and need.
"Ohhhhhhh…"

I tried to drop my body down onto him but he held me
tightly as his finger continued its expedition into my channel.
"Puh-llleeeasssse…" I tried arching my back and tilting my hips, but
he just chuckled and held me firm.

"Sweetheart, you know the rules. You have to tell me
what you want."

"High…school…" I panted like a dog…"
Puh-llleeeasssse…"

"Do you want to go back to the hot and bothered, fast
and in a hurry, nothing else matters?"

"Yyyeeeeessss…" I tried to nod my head and yet
hold it up for him to murmur into.

"Like this?" He shoved two fingers inside of me
and began an insistent thrusting and twisting.

"Ohgodyes…" my words coming out
rapid-fire as one hissed word.
Thinking
now that the rules had changed back to desperate and needy, I tried to arch my
body once again, tried forcing more of his fingers into me. And he stopped.
"Wwwhhyyyyyyy?"
I wailed.

"This is why."
More muffle and then he bit down on my neck, opened my channel up with his
fingers and with his left hand shoved his big dick into me.

"UUUhhhnnnnhhhhhh."
The guttural cry which escaped my lungs came from an
animal deep within me. "OH. DEAR.
GOD!"

He wasn't slow or easy. If I hadn't been so wet, it more
than likely would have hurt tremendously. His thrusts became urgent and
forceful and I was happy to meet him thrust for thrust. Our bodies gripped with
an imperative need to join and become one.

Suddenly he grabbed my hips and forcefully held my body
tight against his hips. He had stopped moving completely. At first, I thought
maybe he was ready to come, but he didn't. He just sat there with his eyes
closed, trying to regain his breathing.

I tipped my head back and started to ask him what was
wrong. At my movement, he leaned his head farther back into the seat and opened
his eyes. He looked deep into my eyes and then lurched forward, trapping my
mouth in an overwhelming kiss. While his lips were still on mine, he whispered,
"I want you to turn around."

I looked at him as if he had lost his mind. I was thinking
about how much of a challenge it had been just to get on his lap in this
direction.

With his hands on my waist, he lifted me up. His penis
slipped out of me and plopped onto his stomach. We both groaned
,
I'm sure for very different reasons. I carefully placed my
knees on either side of him in his seat. My left knee twisted a little as I
turned my foot to rest on the console. I had my left arm curled around his
neck, on the headrest. I turned my body toward
s
the door and grabbed the
steering wheel. I straightened out my right leg somewhat and slid it under the
steering wheel.

My aim was to set my leg
near the console. But my aim was off. I slid my leg over the console and felt
the shifter rub my inner thigh. I inhaled sharply and felt a tremor shimmy
through every fiber of my being.

I braced my right foot against the passenger seat as I
twisted my left leg forward and rested it for a moment on Ryder's thigh.

Ryder grabbed me by my waist and eased me back over his
lap. He eased my body so it rested on the right side of his chest. With his
left hand, he reached between my legs and opened me for his shaft. "Slide
down on me, Maeve."

I gladly impaled myself on him. "Oh.
Yeesssss."

"Place your feet together and cross your ankles."
His breathing seemed to be coming in spurts and he began to thrust hard.

That one move
made him feel bigger inside of me. As he thrust, he was stroking more nerves
inside of me, taking me higher than I thought possible.

With his right
hand he began massaging my right breast and teasing my nipple. It hardened
until it hurt and that's when he pinched it, hard. I cried out and he gently
rubbed it in a soothing manner.

With his left
hand he stroked my clit, taking me right to the edge.

I suddenly had
the urge to touch, to touch something, anything. My left hand was stroking his
face and neck. Letting Ryder nibble and suck on my fingers, my right hand
started out rubbing Ryder's right hand that
was loving
on my right breast. Then I trailed it down my waist to my leg. I was simply
enjoying the traveling that my right hand was performing. That is until Ryder
suddenly bucked and I felt like I had lost my balance and was falling. I
grabbed the center console for support.

Ryder's
ministrations of my right breast and nipple began again in earnest and my hips
responded with as much enthusiasm as his hand was showing me. I felt the need
to touch again. My left hand was still enjoying the lavishing of Ryder's
tongue. My right hand began to caress the uneven yet leathery feel of the
console. I do so love the smell and feel of leather. My heart was racing
,
my breathing erratic, I felt my skin flush with fever.

Once again Ryder
stopped. He stopped everything. He stopped thrusting, licking and sucking my
fingers, even stroking my breast and nipple.

I felt lost and I
voiced my disapproval with a whimpering "Wh-Wh-Unh?" I tried to
thrust, to force him to start again. He held my hips tight, not letting me
move. He moved his left arm and effectively pinned my hips against him. He
curled his right arm up across my chest, between my breasts. With his right
hand, he gripped my throat, pulling my head back to rest beside his. He turned
to whisper in my ear. "Ride me, Maeve."

My mind went
blank, my body convulsed but my hips obeyed. They began a swirling back and
forth rhythm. I moaned my pleasure. I felt Ryder's left arm leave my hips and
travel down. Ryder's right hand began his loving motions on my right breast and
nipple again.