Hell in a Handbasket - The Journey

by Damara Blackthorne

  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.

  I could feel Ryder's left hand down on me but he wasn't doing anything to me. With my left hand, I reached down to see if I could tell what he was doing. I trailed my hand down his arm and onto his hand. He was holding it down over my mound, feeling his shaft impale me over and over again. I groaned deep as I got a clear and vivid visual of his hand on me and his cock in me. The visual took me even higher. My body rejoiced its approval by rocking even more wildly. I began to stroke Ryder's left hand as it observed my impalement. My right hand stroked and rubbed the console. The higher I climbed, the more animated I became and the faster my hands stroked. I was so close. Ryder took his left hand and with his arm pinned me down again. I was so frustrated, I began to shake.

  Ryder leaned into me, nuzzled my neck, and murmured. "Do you trust me, Maeve?"

  "Uhn…hunh…" I couldn't think straight. I was having trouble understanding why he would be asking me that now.

  He nuzzled my neck again and softly mouthed, "Give it to me, Maeve, ride me hard."

  I began thrusting and rocking again. Ryder's left hand once again went to my mound to feel my impalement, and mine went as well. I tried to move my left hand to rub my clit, but Ryder wouldn't let me. He held my hand over my mound, only allowing me to feel him slipping in and out of me. He began loving my right breast again with his right hand. He licked and nipped my neck and just behind my ear. It caused ripples of pleasure to hit my core.

  Ryder mumbled into my ear. "Kiss me, Maeve."

  I had to twist some to accommodate him. The kiss was electrifying. I felt jolts of current all the way down to my toes. I felt Ryder stroke my right hand and arm and it only added to the intensity and to my pleasure. He slid my hand back and forth along the console, mimicking the movements I had been making earlier.

  After we made a few strokes on the console, he guided my hand to the shifter. My hand froze and so did his. But his tongue continued to excite my mouth and my body. He began thrusting and urging me closer to an intense orgasm. It didn't even register that he was still making my hand stroke the shifter. I was getting closer and closer and he gripped me tight with his left arm again pinning me to him.

  "Put your left hand behind my head." His murmurs tickled and teased my boiling blood. I was so hot right then he could have told me to get out of the car and start dancing and I probably would have. "Put your right hand on the top of the dash." More murmurs, more tickling, more boiling.

  Without question, I obeyed. Now I was slightly turned towards Ryder and the driver door.

  "Look at me." murmur, murmur, boil.

  It was a real effort to open my eyes. His eyes were nearly black they had grown so dark and his smile jolted me to my core. My eyes were locked on his.

  "We're gonna shift over a little. Trust me, sweetheart." His voice was a hiss of hot gravel and my pussy clenched from the sound of it. My breath caught in my chest and I moaned in its final escape.

  We shifted barely over toward the passenger side, the movement was so small.

  He moved his hands to my hips and lifted me up off him. I heard a plop which told me we were no longer connected. And I groaned, displeased.

  He eased my hips and body over the console. I felt the shifter as it grazed my ass and mound yet it didn't seem to register in my mind.

  It was during this moment that he murmured, "Kiss me, Maeve."

  I leaned into him. He kissed me with abandonment and his kiss swept away all thoughts from my mind. With his right hand, he cradled my backside, bracing me. With his left hand he began stroking and fondling my labia and opening. He gathered some of my juices and carried it up to my clit. I gasped and moaned at the pleasure of his movement. He moved his fingers back to my opening and slid two of them just inside of me. Instinctively I tried to lower myself to get him to put more of his fingers into me.

  I didn't realize the shifter was at my opening until I felt it sliding into me. It was wide and hard and felt so good. The shifter was bent backwards about halfway down, so it fiercely rubbed the side wall of my channel. It was a new and unusual feeling and I liked it.

  Ryder moved his right hand to my breast and began rubbing me, mimicking my rocking on the shifter. My breathing and heart rate increased rapidly, I could feel I was getting close and once again Ryder stopped his movements and mine. I looked at him and whimpered with utter disbelief occupying my entire being. My frustration level was extremely high as was the boiling point of my blood.

  "Maeve, sweetheart, I know you're frustrated…"

  "Is that why you keep stopping me?"

  "Not this time, no…I want you to turn around and face the backseat, but I want you to try and stay on the shifter."

  I was quite certain that he had bumped his head, and had a concussion.

  Ryder grabbed my waist and eased me around. Now the shifter was rubbing the front wall and immediately I felt like I was going to come. Ryder wouldn't let me move yet. He seemed to want me in a certain position. He placed my left knee on the passenger seat and my right knee on his seat. As he stroked my right leg, I heard his gravelly voice, barely above a whisper.

  "Lean down on the console and place your hands either on the floorboard or the backseat. Whichever is easiest for you."

  I did as he instructed. My arms were too short for me to get any kind of leverage on the seat. Luckily, there's this hump which runs from beneath the console to the underside of the backseat. I placed my hands together on top of that hump.

  My nipples were brushing the console and the rough texture excited them, causing them to harden.

  He leaned over and trailed kisses up my right leg and across my ass cheek. The feeling was more than I could handle and I began bucking.

  "That's it baby…"

  "Oh. God…Ryder…Ohhhhhh…Godddd…"

  "Just let go, sweetheart…" He murmured into the skin of my back "Fuck the gearshift baby…"

  "Ooohhh…"

  "That's it, fuck my car…" more murmured kisses, "My car's making you come…"

  "Godddddddd…"

  And then the lights went out.

  Chapter Eleven

  My eyes started to flutter. I felt like I was lying on a solid yet fluffy cloud. I compelled my eyes to open a bit more and realized I was in a room. A very large, very nice room and I was on a couch. I pushed myself up into a sitting position and saw Ryder sitting across from me in a wing backed chair.

  He leaned forward with true concern in his eyes. "Are you okay?"

  "I think so," I tried to clear my head and remember what had happened and how I got into the house. I just couldn't seem to clear the fog. "What happened?"

  "What do you remember?"

  "I can't seem to remember much of anything. My head really hurts. Did I hit my head and pass out?"

  "Something like that. Here, I think we need to rehydrate you." He held out his hand and offered me a glass of orange juice.

  "I can’t drink that, I’m allergic." I tried to shake my head and it looked like I was drunk, my coordination was so off.

  "Well, I don't want to give you anything alcoholic. So, let me think of what I have to offer you. I would prefer to give you something other than water."

  "Why?"

  "Because I want to give you something that has nutrients in it. So, let‘s see…I have grape juice?"

  "Do you have pomegranate juice?"

  "No…pineapple juice?"

  "Allergic, sorry. Acai berry juice?"

  "No…I have Gatorade…"

  "What flavor?"

  "Fruit Punch…"

  "I'll take that." I said with a very lopsided grin.

  Ryder returned with a large bottle of fruit punch flavored Gatorade. He removed the top and handed it to me.

  I took a big swig and
started to choke. Ryder jumped up to pat me on the back.

  "Whoa there champ, take it easy. Little sips for now." His grin was comforting and contagious. I smiled back at him and nodded.

  Ryder returned to his chair. I sipped my drink as I took in the room. The couch was facing a coffee table and two wing backed chairs. Behind the chairs was an enormous fireplace which housed a gloriously raging fire. Above the fireplace was a mantle that was home to some pictures. They looked like they might be family photos. I figured I would take a closer look at them once the rest of my body decided to play along. To my left was a large window, which was covered in gauzy sheers with heavy drapes framing it. To my right was a set of French doors also covered by the same gauzy sheers and framed by the same heavy drapes.

  I looked back at Ryder and noticed he was watching me very intently. I blinked a few times but didn't say anything.

  "Are you feeling any better?"

  "Some…thank you." I nodded.

  "So, what do you remember?"

  "Um…I'm still a little foggy. Can you help me out some?"

  "Do you remember the car?"

  My face split into a fierce grin. "Yes, I do…"

  "Do you remember being in the back seat?"

  "I do…"

  "And the front seat?"

  "Uh-hum."

  "And the personal massager?"

  I must have looked utterly lost because he chuckled.

  "The gearshift?"

  I gasped and my face blistered from the angry blush which overtook it. "Oh. My. God. I can't believe I did that! But…um…that's where…things go foggy."

  "They should, that's when you passed out. And I brought you in here." He gestured to the couch.

  Although what I could remember had been unbelievably good, I needed to change the subject and fast. There were some things which bothered me and I needed answers.

  "Um…Ryder?"

  "Yes, Maeve?"

  "Is there…is there anything else I should know about you?"

  Ryder looked at me, got a slight frown to his face, got up, went to the fireplace mantle, and brought back two of the pictures which had been sitting up there. He sat down on the coffee table, and handed my one of the pictures. It was a picture of Tom from the airport where Ryder and I had first met. I looked up at him quizzically. I lazily shook my head.

  "Tom is my cousin."

  "Oh…That explains his ease in letting you use his office…"

  I handed the picture back to him, and he set it behind him on the coffee table.

  I sat there expectantly. He reached forward and tried to take my Gatorade bottle away from me. I clutched my Gatorade tight to my chest.

  Ryder chuckled. "Your drink is safe…" he took my left hand, and showed me a picture of Gertrude.

  "Gertrude?" I was shocked, confused, and a bit upset.

  "Gertrude is my grandmother." Ryder looked scared.

  "I can't believe that not only did you use your grandmother to score but I really can't believe that she would go along with such a thing. She seemed so sweet. And she was your willing wing man?" I was pissed.

  Ryder's smile was sheepish. "Gertie had no idea where this would go. She just wanted me to find a nice girl and settle down. Gertie had become enamored with you on the first plane ride, and the more you two talked, the more she liked you. And of course; your comment about writing smut and seeing Gertie’s face was hilarious."

  "Oh God. I can't believe I told your grandmother that I write porn."

  Ryder laughed at me. "Yes, you did, and her reaction was fabulous. Now, drink more of your Gatorade, Maeve. I want to give you a tour of the house and you need to be rehydrated."

  * * * *

  The first room Ryder took me to see was the kitchen, which was just beyond the living room.

  The kitchen was really something. The room was huge. To my left was a wall of doors. One of them was slightly ajar, showing a large pantry. To my right was an area where he had a small table and four chairs surrounding it. Beyond the table and chairs was another set of French doors. Only the gauzy sheers covered this set. The walls of the kitchen were painted a soft, barely there baby blue. The cabinets were white with blue tinted, rippled inlaid glass. The counter tops were a white marble with blue veins. The appliances were white enamel. In the middle of the kitchen was a two-tiered island. The top tier was high enough to be used as a table or bar as it had four bar-stools just under the edge. The second tier was lower. I'm not sure what its main purpose was. The top of it came to just below my hips. I decided to set my drink down on the lower portion of the island and it fell over the opposite edge. I bent over the island top to try to catch it. Ryder retrieved it off the floor but told me to stay just as I was. I had a sudden flash back to being bent over the desk in his office and my skin flushed. I was so hoping that he was not only thinking the same thing, but was planning on a repeat performance.

  Ryder set my drink on the top tier. He slowly stepped back around the island, trailing his hand along the edge. His drawn-out pace was heating me up. His hand finally reached my leg and I shook as pleasure shot through my body.

  I moved my head in an effort to be able to watch him. He licked his bottom lip and my pussy clenched. He snatched up the hem of my skirt and flipped it up over my hips and my mound tingled in expectancy. He grabbed the cheek of my ass hard and I whimpered. He strolled behind me. The anticipation was starting to get the better of me.

  Standing behind me, he seized both of my ass cheeks with his hands and squeezed hard. I mewled as the pain bordered in pleasure and that fact was startlingly arousing to me.

  Gripping my cheeks, he pulled them apart and groaned. He squatted down and slid his hands down to my knees, forcing my legs open.

  He kissed and nibbled the inside of my right knee. It was a good thing I was already leaning on something. Because just then my knees gave out and I surely would have fallen without the island holding me up.

  He kissed, nibbled, and nipped his way up my leg. When he reached my apex, he switched legs and kissed, nibbled and nipped his way down my left leg to my knee.

  "Uuuhhhnnnnhhhhhh…"

  He leaned back onto his haunches. "Do you want me to stop?"

  "Huh? Hunh-unh!"

  "Lift up. I want you to undo your shirt and bra and to lightly drag and rub your breasts and nipples against the island top."

  I thought he was out of his mind, but he had been right about everything else, so why not?

  "In full words, Maeve, I want you to tell me exactly what you feel."

  "Uh…it tickles?"

  "Brush them across the top."

  The marble had been warm where I had been lying but as soon as I moved outside of that area, it was cold as ice and I gasped.

  "It's cold." I shivered.

  "Don't stop. Rub and tell. I don't want you to think about anything other than what you're doing."

  I inhaled sharply, "It's cold…Oooohhhhhh…it's warm…It's cold…"

  "Keep rubbing and tell me what the changes in temperature are doing to you. How does it feel?"

  "It…it's making my nipples harden. Oooohhhh…it's…relaxing…Its cold and they're harder than before…"

  On it went, hard and then relaxed, then harder than before. It finally got to a point where my nipples hurt all the time. I was barely even aware of anything Ryder was doing.

  "Oooohhhh…My…nipples…really hurt…"

  That was when he bit the inside of my thigh.

  "Oh. Godddddddd…" I gasped as he then licked and kissed where he had bitten me. I felt my juices running down the inside of my leg. My legs started to buckle, the pleasure was so great.

  He nipped my inner thigh again and slapped a kiss on the reddening flesh. Feeling his head so close to my snatch sent chills through me.

  "Play with your nipples, baby."

  "Ohhhhh…un-huh…"

  He licked my inner thighs up and down. He would nip, kiss, and then lick me over and over again. I was starting to
feel like a tequila shot.

  When he finally licked my pussy, I nearly came unglued. He stopped and merely trailed his fingers through my juices, around my outer lips and then up to my ass. I was so hot, there was no way I was going to try to stop him.

  He started to fuck my pussy with his thumb and then he trailed his thumb to my ass. I started to squirm.

  He moved his thumb back to my slit, ramming it inside of me. He pounded into me a few times before he trailed his thumb back to my virgin backdoor.

  "Ryder…" I squirmed harder, trying to get him to insert his finger and ease this unbearable ache inside of me.

  "What, Maeve?" He was once again enjoying making me squirm, needing him, trailing his thumb to my snatch and then back to my tiny orifice.

  "Please…" I was not above begging.

  "Please what, Maeve?" His thumb gently rubbing and teasing my hole.

  "Please…put your thumb…" I panted, "in me…in my…uh…ass."

  He inserted his thumb into my tight hole. The feeling was amazingly good. The tension was blissful and my hips took on a mind of their own. They started to writhe and buck with a wanton disposition.

  Ryder removed his thumb and I whimpered as once again I had lost my ability to speak. He replaced his thumb with a finger and I mewled my approval. His finger was removed and my world fell flat. His one finger was then replaced by two and my world skyrocketed. While his two fingers were up in me, he slammed into my pussy with his rod. He fucked my pussy in time with his fingers fucking my ass. Just before I was ready to go over the edge, he stopped.

  I started to tremble from the loss of his body, the heat, and the movements. I heard the tearing of foil once again. Did this guy own a condom factory? And where was he keeping all of them?

  With his newly sheathed shaft, he pounded into my pussy with vigor and I yelped in pleasure. He stopped again and I groaned unhappily. He eased the tip of his massive cock to my snug opening. He slowly inserted only the tip of his dick into my tiny hole. He stopped and seemed to be waiting. When my breathing was slower but nowhere near normal, he eased a little more of himself into me, and then he stopped again. I thought I would go insane with need. I tried to push myself backwards onto him, but he wouldn't let me, gripping my ass tighter.