Hell in a Handbasket - The Journey

by Damara Blackthorne

  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.

  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 towards 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."