I did as I was told. Again why did it take me an act of congress to get my bra clasp to unhook? Finally my bra opened.
I hung my head. I was too embarrassed to look at him.
"Play with your nipples, baby."
I began to caress them and stroke them, still holding my head down. They began to harden into stiff peaks.
He groaned a deep guttural sound.
I glanced up at him then and liked what I saw. He was ever-so-slightly trembling. It seemed as though he was having a hard time keeping control. I was beginning to like this effect I had on him. Before, he was in control, he was in his element. Now, as I watched him watching me, I felt more in control and the feeling sent a surge of warmth and tension to my lower belly. It felt as though even my thighs were tense and they warmed as I felt a fire burn through me again. I know he had told me in Tom's office that I was truly the one in control, but seeing him like this, I was actually starting to feel like I was the one in control.
As that thought was just beginning to take shape, I realized I didn't know what to do next. It’s great to be in control if you know what to do.
I began to chew my bottom lip…I didn't have a clue.
He must have understood this because the next thing I knew he was on his knees in front of me. He put his hands on my ankles and one at a time he moved my feet apart, widening my stance. He braced my feet against the wall behind him. He slowly ran his hands up my legs and I trembled, remembering all the kisses he had placed there earlier in Tom's office. I shivered. With his shoulders he forced my legs even wider. He glanced up at me then. "Don't stop playing with your tits."
He flipped my skirt up and plunged two fingers into me. "Uh, I love how wet you are for me."
"Ugnhmpf." I gurgled a strangled sound.
He began to pump his fingers in and out of me. My neck didn't seem to want to hold my head up anymore. My head dropped back and banged against the wall.
"Maeve?"
"I…I'm good…Just…d-don't…sssstop."
His thumb began rubbing my clit and my body quaked. My body painfully jerked and I leaned more on the counter; tilting myself up, more toward his face.
He kissed my outer lips. My body convulsed…"Ryder!" I cried out.
He grabbed my inner thigh tightly…"Shhhh, Maeve. We're not supposed to be in here doing this. It's going to get a lot more intense and I need for you to try to stay quiet. Okay?"
"Uh-huh."
He leaned forward and kissed my outer lips again. My body convulsed again and his grip on my inner thigh tightened. It was beginning to hurt. I started to say something to him when he took his other hand, opened up my outer lips, and licked me. Oh Holy! I grabbed the edge of the counter with one hand and balled my other into a fist and shoved the first knuckle into my mouth!
"You taste so good."
I gurgled something incoherent.
He began to suck my labia and clit.
I made an awkward strangulated sound.
He removed his fingers, inserted his tongue and started the in and out pumping motion his fingers had been inflicting on me.
I felt the tingles which would turn into waves start in the palms of my hands and the soles of my feet. Only these waves weren't gentle or slow. They were rapidly becoming intense. While his tongue was pumping and churning inside of me, he took his thumb and began rubbing my clit.
My body jolted violently and lurched forward. My fist still in my mouth, I suppressed a cry. I gripped the counter so hard my knuckles were turning white. Another jerk took hold of my body and a vigorous tremble ensued.
Ryder stood up and in the process leaned me back against the wall.
He removed my fist from my mouth and kissed me. I could taste myself on him and I was surprised that it aroused me even more. I began kissing him with a hunger I had never felt before. I actually began licking the sides of his face to get the taste of me. I reached down and found his bulge. I began to stroke him through his jeans.
He grabbed my hand. "Maeve, sweetheart, you need to stop that."
I pouted. "But…I thought…" I was so confused.
"I want to come in you, not in my jeans."
I trembled, "Oh…"
He reached behind him and pulled out a foil package.
"Undo my jeans."
I undid the button and zipper and pulled them down. He went commando…nice!
I reached for him again and began to stroke him. His rod felt like it was made of solid steel encased in a cloak of the softest velvet. I was enthralled.
He removed my hand and quickly sheathed his shaft with a condom.
My heart rate increased along with my breathing.
He grabbed my hips and positioned me a little closer to the edge of the counter. I felt as if I was going to fall off of it.
He grabbed my neck with his left hand and kissed me as if it would be his last. With his right hand he latched onto my breast and began an aggressive assault on my nipple. He whispered into my mouth. "I'll try not to hurt you, but we still need to be as quiet as possible, okay?"
"Unnnnnn." I was no longer capable of making words, let alone sentences.
"That's my girl."
He eased himself to my opening. And slowly entered just the tip of himself.
I moaned. He entered a little more and we both moaned.
He entered still more and I shuddered.
He stopped.
"You still okay?"
More incoherent mumbling and a slight nod.
He went even deeper. My head and eyes rolled backwards and I had to put my fist back into my mouth. Again he went deeper. How is that even possible? How big was this man?
I groaned and he started to pull out.
"No. Don't leave."
He smiled. "Not gonna." He entered back to the hilt again. Back went my head and eyes and my fist was back in my mouth…again.
"Doin' it again, Maeve," he smirked. He pulled almost out and then back in. He pumped like that for a few moments when I felt the plane hit severe turbulence…ok that was me. The plane was fine…but damn!
He leaned forward and with his mouth over my fisted mouth he whispered, "I want you to come for me Maeve. I want to feel your pussy clamp down on my cock."
And that was all she wrote. My body convulsed so hard I thought I might break in half. I bit into my fist.
"Oh God, yes." Was all he said before he started hammering into me. With one hand he held my hips tightly and the other hand held my neck and head forward so I wouldn't bang my head into the wall. He rammed into me a few more times. I felt his dick swell even larger before he grunted and slammed into me hard. He squeezed my hips with a grip of steel as his body trembled. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against the top of my head.
We both shuddered uncontrollably. He kissed the top of my head before leaning me back against the wall. He took my fist out of my mouth and kissed it. It had started to bleed.
"Take a few deep breaths Maeve and then I'll tell you what Bendis means." He smirked.
He took off the condom, wrapped it in toilet paper and then flushed it.
"Are you supposed to flush those?"
"Normally no. That one yes."
"What? Why?"
"I can't exactly carry it around in my pocket now can I? And since we're not supposed to be doing this…even though a lot of people do, I think it's still considered illegal. I thought I would flush the evidence."
"Oh." A high pitched squeal came out of my throat. "Okay." Also a squeal.
"While you get your clothes situated, I'll tell you what Bendis means. Tell me first, is Bendis your real last name?"
"Yea." How in the hell can he be thinking clearly?
"Interesting. Well…Bendis is a moon Goddess who was worshipped in orgiastic rites. She is said to bring enlightenment, mystery and a seductive sexuality."
"Oh. Huh…Let me get this straight, my name means—Feisty yet gentle, intoxicating, seductive sexuality?"
"So far."
"
So far?"
"I haven't told you all of Maeve's meaning."
"Oh, yeah…how do you know all of this?"
He just smiled, took my hand, gathered my belongings and led me out of the bathroom toward our seats.
We settled back into our seats. I couldn't seem to wipe the stupid grin off my face.
Ryder took my hand and rubbed it on a squishy bulge in the front of his jeans.
I looked at him quizzically. He smiled.
"These are your panties. And here is where they will stay until I feel you can have them back."
My eyes grew wide with shock. I leaned over and urgently whispered, "Ryder, No. I need my panties. I have an important meeting soon after we land. I need my panties."
"Why? Will they be checking under your skirt?" He waggled his eyebrows at me. Are we back to that again?
"Well, no. But I still need my panties. This is a business meeting. I can't conduct business without them." That should be explanation enough.
"Why? Is it a lingerie business meeting?" Why does he look like a kid in a candy store?
"Well, no. But…I still need…I can't…I just need to be wearing panties in my meeting." I don't know how much more clear I could be with him.
"We'll see. If I think you deserve them, you can have them back. But right now I think I should keep them safe." He smirked.
"Besides…" He leaned over and blocked me from anyone else's view. "If you're wearing them, how will I be able to do this…"
He set his hand on my knee and pulled my legs apart. He put his hand under my skirt and ran his finger along the lips of my still slick mound. Up and down, up and down.
I shuddered and wondered just how far he was going to take this.
My eyes widened in horror as he slipped his finger into me and slowly began to slide his finger in and out then pulled it out to rub up and down only to be repeated again. In and out, up then down, and over again.
My eyes rolled back into my head which then slumped into my seat. I started to moan. I quickly jammed my fist back into my mouth.
He chuckled and took my fist out of my mouth.
"Now, now Maeve. I don't want you to cause any more damage to that beautiful hand of yours."
"Do you want me to bite my other hand?"
"Of course not."
"Well, if you're gonna keep doing that, I'm gonna need something to bite down on to keep me from crying out."
He withdrew his finger and placed it in my mouth.
I gently placed my teeth on his finger and said around his finger, "Do you want me to bite your finger?"
"Not really, no. But if it's what you need to do, I'll try to make the best of it."
With my teeth still placed on his finger, I started to swirl my tongue around it. Once I tasted my juices, I removed my teeth and began lapping and sucking his finger.
My eyes closed and we both moaned.
He jerked his finger out of my mouth. "Okay Maeve, I think maybe we should just behave for a little while."
I slipped off my shoes, curled my feet under me and leaned my head onto Ryder's shoulder. A stupid grin seemed permanently plastered on my face.
Chapter Four
I awoke to the feeling of a hand going under my skirt. I was so groggy I couldn't seem to wake up fully. Then I felt a finger trail the outer lips of my wet opening. "Huh?" He rubbed his finger up and down the lips of my slick mound, and then moved his finger into me. He began a torturous exercise with his finger. Up and down my opening then in and out of me…over and over again.
"Maeve, sweetheart, you need to wake up now. The plane's about to land." His voice sounded as if he too had been asleep, deep and groggy.
"Uh-uh, no, I don't wanna." I was having the best dream. I was dreaming I had met this amazing guy who took me on a journey and awakened all of my dreams and fantasies.
"Maeve, don't you have a meeting to go to as soon as we land?" Ryder shoved his finger into me hard and started pumping in and out, in and out.
That did it…My eyes burst open wide. And there sat Ryder, the amazing guy from my dream, his hand still under my skirt, wearing a smile promising to take me to Hell in a hand basket and that I would enjoy every step of the way.
"Huh, what?" My voice sounded strained and a bit garbled.
Ryder took his finger out of my soaking slit and popped it into my mouth. Just tasting my juices on his finger brought back all of the memories from the moment I met him in the airport lobby until now. I began sucking his finger in earnest. I closed my eyes and moaned. Ryder pulled his finger out of my mouth, leaned over, and kissed me. It was a sweet and tender kiss.
"I'm awake…" I still sounded groggy, but functional.
"Did you have a nice nap?"
"Mmmmmmmm…" a goofy grin transfixed on my face.
"That good, huh?" There he sat wearing the beautiful smile that I loved!
"Yea, I was having the best dream…" droopy eyes and a languid smile adorned my face.
"Really? Care to tell me about it?"
"Oh, I was dreaming I met this amazing guy and he took me places and showed me things I had never seen before." I smirked, still sporting those droopy eyes.
"You must have really liked the places he took you in your dream."
"Why?"
"You were moaning in your sleep."
"I was?"
"Yep."
"Was your hand under my skirt?"
"Maybe…" he waggled his eyebrows at me…back to that, I see.
"Well then, maybe I did and maybe I didn't…" I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth and waggled my eyebrows at him. He rewarded me with the chuckle that eliminated the need for vibrators the world over!
"So tell me about this guy you were dreaming about while you were sleeping on my shoulder…" He smirked.
"Well, I met him in an airport lobby, if you can believe that…" I grinned.
"An airport lobby you say? Hhhmmmm…Well, I'm very open minded, I can believe a lot of things…what else?"
"Well, I was minding my own business, when out of nowhere comes this unbelievably gorgeous guy."
"Gorgeous, you say?" His grin warmed my heart as well as my crotch.
"A freak of nature he was so good looking." I cocked my head to the side and gave him a crooked half smile.
He busted out laughing. Man, I loved his laugh! I had to remind myself that this was not normal and surely couldn’t be anything but a short fling! It would probably be over when the plane landed and we went our separate ways. I turned my head and frowned but not before he saw my face change.
Ryder took my chin in his hand and turned my face toward him. "Maeve, what is it? What's wrong?"
"It's stupid." I shrugged.
"Nothing with you is stupid, Maeve."
"Yea, you say that only because you haven't heard this…" I made an attempt at a half smile.
"Then let me hear it and we'll decide together…" He gave me another one of his famous smiles.
"Okay, but just remember, you started this. I was minding my own business. And I am way out of my depth here." I looked at him with pleading eyes and a hopeful expression.
"Okay, Maeve, I'll keep that in mind."
"I'm just sad that this has to end."
"Who says it has to end?"
"Come on, Ryder, this isn't normal. It has to end some time."
"Well then, let's make the most of it while it lasts and see if we can't make it last a long time."
"What's your definition of a long time? Because the plane is about to land and I have a business meeting to go to as soon as it does."
"I've been thinking about that. Why don't we share a ride to where you have to go and then we'll take it from there?"
My eyes lit up and I smiled a sincere, happy smile. "If it's no trouble…that would be great."
"It's no trouble, Maeve, in fact it will be my pleasure. And if you're a good girl, it will be your pleasure too!" Waggle, waggle. He really does love to waggle his eyebrows at me! And i
t makes me laugh.
"Come on Maeve, get your things. The plane will be landing shortly and we have a car ride to get to."
I only had carry-on luggage and was surprised to see Ryder only had carry-on luggage as well. "Are you only visiting like me?"
"No, I'm returning from my trip."
"Oh really? Where were you?"
"Checking on an investment."
"How did it turn out?"
"Better than I had hoped. And if things go right it could turn out very well indeed."
"Well that's good." I smiled up at him. He was almost a full foot taller than me. I'm five feet six inches so he had to be six feet three inches or taller. I couldn't stop staring at him, he was so gorgeous. Long dark hair framing a strong face not chiseled, just strong. Strong jawline and chin. His nose was a bit crooked…I wanted to ask him what happened, but I got distracted by his mouth. And oh my, he had full, kissable lips…Okay, my opinion. I just couldn't tear my eyes away from his lips.
I wasn't watching where I was going and I tripped.
Ryder grabbed me by my elbow. "Be careful, Maeve, we have a lot more writing to do and I don't want anything bad to happen to you!"
I looked into his eyes, a deep green with flecks of gold. Man, he's too pretty for his own good. I smiled.
We left the plane and entered another airport lobby. I glanced at Ryder and smiled. What was it about this guy that had me doing things that were way out of my normal? Ryder looked down at me and smiled his hell in a hand basket smile. He grabbed my hand and interlaced our fingers. I thought I was going to have a meltdown right there in this, new to me, airport lobby.
I was so glad we didn't have to wait at the luggage area. I hated waiting and watching the luggage return. It made me nauseous. We walked farther into the lobby when Ryder suddenly stopped and started to look very serious, no more smiling mouth or eyes. He even dropped my hand. I looked up at him, startled. He glanced back at me and smiled. "I'm looking for someone and truth be told, they should be looking for me."
"Oh…" I squeaked out.
"It's not what you think Maeve." Hell in a hand basket!
Then he took my hand and rubbed it against the soft squish in the front of his pants. He smirked. "Remember Maeve, I have your panties and this is where they will stay until I feel you deserve to have them back!"
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