Hell in a Handbasket - The Journey (6 page)

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 wa
s
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.