Hell in a Handbasket - The Journey

by Damara Blackthorne

  "Soon Maeve, soon." He hissed like a cold rain hitting hot gravel.

  He knelt behind me and ran his hands up and down my long legs over and over, avoiding my mound. He caressed my inner thighs once more, scraping my skin where my core met my legs. I whimpered and my pussy cried yearning for his touch.

  I tried to push my ass back toward his face but I was held firmly by a strong hand on my ass.

  "No moving includes that sweet ass of yours." He ground out. "You're just gonna have to wait."

  I shivered and quaked.

  Ryder leaned in and started kissing my thigh. Working toward my pussy but never actually touching my warm wet spot, instead he worked all around it and onto my ass. He trailed his tongue on my inner thigh. When he came to my dripping pussy, he ignored it and licked up, exploring my ass. I never thought he would put his tongue there. I was so horny and his tongue felt so good I didn't want him to stop touching me, even there, even with his tongue.

  He held my ass cheeks apart with both hands and licked my ass one more time, sending lightening through me. He started placing small kisses on the skin surrounding my backdoor. He dipped his tongue into my cunt and snarled. I heard Ryder groan as he stood up, trailing kisses up my backside.

  "Girl, you just don't know what you're doing to me…" he was panting like he had just run a marathon.

  He pushed up against me and I could feel his bulge was even bigger than it was before. I heard the sound of foil tearing and his zipper going down. I didn't even have time to brace myself when he slammed into my pussy hard. He ceased moving but only briefly. He hammered into me repeatedly. His thrusts became faster and more primitive. I had to lift up on my toes, force my body to arc and hold my ass out to him so I wouldn't be painfully ground into his desk.

  The thrill of being taken this way by this man was quickly becoming more than I could bear. I could feel volts of electricity course through my veins, speeding up yet keeping time with Ryder's thrusts. Waves were crashing faster and faster as Ryder pummeled me harder and harder. My knuckles were white from the strain of holding the desk and my toes were starting to cramp up but God this was unbelievably wonderful. He continued to batter my soft flesh with his swollen cock, harder, deeper, faster. I thought I was going to pass out because I was starting to see stars behind my eyes.

  I cried out in ecstasy, soon to be followed by Ryder bellowing as he blasted my cunt with his hot seed. He fell forward full force, effectively pinning me and gently swiped hair out of my face.

  "One of these days Maeve, you're gonna let me take that hot, sweet ass of yours."

  My eyes widened and I wore a look of fear.

  Ryder vibrated a laugh into my soul. "Not today Maeve. Not today."

  I sighed. I was very content.

  He lifted off of me. I still didn't move.

  He gifted me with his oxygen-stealing smile. "You can get up now Maeve."

  I did as I was told. Ryder grabbed my hands and started rubbing them. They were still white from the lack of circulation.

  We both spent a few moments catching our breath. Ryder gently stroked my face, leaned in, and kissed me. "How do you feel?"

  "Tired, but good. You?"

  "Not as tired." Waggle, waggle.

  "Seriously?" I was astonished. In my experience guys were a one shot deal. Not ready to go again before they had even caught their breath.

  "Sweetheart, you have no idea what you do to me."

  "Maybe, but I'd like to find out." I grinned and blushed.

  "Jesus, when you look like that you set me on fire."

  I looked at him sheepishly, a bit of disappointment and guilt colored my expression.

  "Maeve, sweetheart, what's wrong?"

  "Nothing really. I just didn't get to use the safe word." I half pouted.

  He laughed out right. "Did you want to?"

  "I don't know. I mean…I don't think so…Oh hell…I don't know…"

  He chuckled, took his forefinger curled it under my chin and turned my face…

  "Maeve, would you like for me to put you on a plane home or would you like for me to take you on to the next part of our writing journey?"

  "Can I think about it?"

  "Sure Maeve, you can take all the time you need."

  I thought about it for about 2.3 seconds…"Next part of the journey, please…"

  He chuckled. "Next part of the journey it is!"

  Chapter Ten

  He led me into the underground parking garage.

  "Um. Ryder?"

  "Yeah, Maeve?"

  "Do you have a car here?"

  "Yes, Maeve."

  He stopped at a vintage 1969 Mustang fastback. 428 Cobra Jet engine with a four-speed transmission. Cobalt blue in color with black leather interior. The car was a dream of mine. Did he know this about me too?

  He opened the passenger door, carefully placing all of my belongings into the back floorboard. Then he stepped aside so I could sit down in the front passenger seat. I love the smell and feel of leather, and this was real leather, not fake shit. I was so in love with this car.

  He shut my door and then casually strolled around the front of the car. I watched as the muscles in his body rolled under his clothes. I squirmed in my seat as I watched him, rubbing my hands over the seat, delighting in the feel of the leather surrounding me.

  He got in and started the car. The engine roared to life and then growled softly underneath me. I think I may have groaned out loud as a look of pure bliss crossed my face.

  Ryder glanced over at me, "Maeve, are you okay?"

  "Yeah," I answered breathlessly. "I just happen to love this car."

  I didn't think his smile could have gotten any bigger.

  "Would you like to drive?"

  "No, not enough blood flow to the brain right now. Maybe later."

  I was wrong, his smile grew larger, spread across his face and settled warmly into his eyes.

  As he drove, I gave the car a serious look over. "Ryder?"

  "Yes, Maeve?"

  "Did you buy this car restored, or did you restore it yourself?"

  "A little of both. I got a partially restored car and finished the restoration. Why do you ask?"

  "Well, most of this car looks to be original, even the radio. Yet, your gearshift knob isn't."

  "Ah. Yes. Well…the gearshift knob was a gift of sorts. It once belonged to someone who was very dear to me." His face lost its warmth as the smile fell from his eyes.

  "Oh. I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry."

  He turned to look me and his smile returned the light to his face. "It's okay, Maeve. Few people know of its existence. Fewer people know where it came from and even fewer than that know what it means to me."

  I wasn't sure if I should continue with this conversation or just leave it alone. I couldn't seem to stop staring at the shifter knob. It had a very loose resemblance to a fisted hand and upper arm. The fist part fit perfectly in the palm of Ryder's hand as if it had been made specifically for him. The arm was long and covered one third of the shifter shaft. It was beautiful and appeared to have been hand carved out of a warm, rich, honey-colored wood. I reached out and touched it. I don't know what I was expecting but it was smooth, warm, and comforting. I had never thought of a gearshift knob as comforting but this…

  We rode along, with me stroking the smoothness of the wood and Ryder glancing at me from time to time. While he effortlessly drove the car through the cold town, I was heating up. The longer I rode with the car rumbling beneath me, stroking the warm wood of the shifter was almost enough to send me over the edge.

  We drove along for almost half an hour. We finally arrived at a gorgeous two-story home, well mansion was a better description, with a driveway so long a high school track team could have used it for practice.

  "Aren't you afraid I'll stalk you once I leave, now that I know where you live?"

  "Who said anything about you leaving?"

  I must have gotten a look of terror on my face becaus
e he burst out laughing at me again.

  "I'm sorry, Maeve, I'm merely teasing you."

  "Not funny, Ryder. Just because I know your name, you happen to be the owner of the company that publishes my books and we've done the things we have, doesn't make you not a stranger." I was starting to have second thoughts about this. Okay, I didn't write murder mysteries, so I didn't really know what to look for, but what he said made this look a bit bad.

  Ryder reached across the seats. I watched him cautiously. I guess I still had that deer-in-a-headlight look.

  He tenderly caressed my face with the backs of his fingers and a wave of electricity hit me full force. I couldn't have gotten out of the car on my own, let alone run. He cupped my face and drew me to him. His kiss was more than electric, it was bordering on orgasmic. He gently cupped my neck, and his thumb brushed my jaw while his fingers splayed in my hair.

  He leaned back and fondled a wavy strand of my hair between his fingers. "Ryder?"

  "Yes, Maeve…" He had a dreamy look on his face. I had never seen that look on a guy's face before, at least not one this close to me.

  "Have you…um…christened…uh…your car…yet?"

  "Christened…my…car?" He never looked at me—he just kept staring strangely at my hair.

  "Yeah…you know…had sex…in your car?"

  That got his attention. "Not in this car, no. Why? What are you trying to ask me, Maeve?"

  "Well…I've never had sex…in a car…before…"

  He pulled back and bolted upright. Now he had the deer-in-a-head light look. "Never? Not even in high school?"

  "No, not even then…" I tilted my head down and wore a sad frown.

  He smiled and leaned towards me, yet stopping short. "We can take care of that but there's one thing you have to do for me first."

  "Name it." My head shot up.

  "You have to say it, Maeve. You have to tell me exactly what you want."

  I giggled. "Ryder…would you please take my car virginity…and well…fuck me in this…uh-mazing car?"

  "Yes, my Queen."

  I quivered, placed my hands on his chest, and stopped his forward momentum. "Why do you keep calling me that? Not that I don't like it, because I do, just…why?"

  His smile was all consuming. "Didn't I tell you?"

  "Tell me what?"

  "The full Meaning of Maeve?"

  "Um…no."

  "Ah, then let me rectify that little error. Maeve, spelled Medb, Medbh or Maedbh, was a Queen who ruled in Ireland, living approximately in the first century B.C. Queen Maeve was infamous for her beauty and her sexual prowess. She had an insatiable sexual appetite and therefore many lovers, most of whom came from her army. Her bravest warriors were granted access to her sexual charms, ensuring their loyalty. They fought hard to win her favors. It is said that she would lead her men into battle and then fight alongside of them. Her mere presence was enough to either turn her enemy away or they would fall at her feet with desire. Maeve was considered the epitome of the intoxicating power of passion. Passion is a double-edged sword. The passion that people sometimes feel in love…desire…and sex is also present in anger…hate…and violence. Maeve understood, accepted and encompassed all of that power. As will you, my Queen." He slightly tilted and then dipped his head with those last two words.

  "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.