Hell in a Handbasket - The Journey (20 page)

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.

This slow and tortuous impalement continued until he was
inside of me completely. I could feel his balls against me. I gave a sigh of
relief knowing that soon he would fuck me and appease my hunger. His thrusts
started slow, agonizingly slow. Soon they increased in speed and intensity and
my hips answered his stabs.

"Tug on your nipples, baby."

"Ohhh…Yes…" I gasped as my muscles clenched and
gripped him tighter in direct response to my tugs.

He slowed down his efforts.

"No…Ryder…puh-llleease
don't
stop…"

He leaned forward, began to rub my clit in time with his
strokes and then whispered into my ear "Come for me…my Queen. I want to
feel your ass milking my cock."

As my world began to shatter, my ass gripped down on him
and he followed me over the edge into the abyss of pleasure. He slumped down on
top of me as we both waited for the world to stop spinning and for the oxygen
to be returned to the room. He stayed there on top of me, pinning me beneath
him. We were both having a bit of a time trying to regain normal breathing.

Once our worlds righted, Ryder lifted himself off of me,
removed the condom, and threw it in the trash. He returned his cock back into
his pants.

He looked at me. I hadn’t moved. "Maeve, sweetie, you
can move now."

"No, really I can’t."

"Are you
okay?"

"I think
so,
I just can’t seem to move."

I felt Ryder’s hands gently rubbing and touching my body.
"I don’t feel anything broken. Are you in pain?"

"Only when you stop touching
me."
My smile turned into a
grimace.

"I thought you said you weren’t in pain…"

"I don’t think I am…I think it's
more…exhaustion."

He chuckled, helped me up off of the island, and then set
me into a chair at the breakfast table.

He handed me back my Gatorade. "Here, sweetheart,
finish your Gatorade. It is a big house after all, and there is a lot more of
the tour to be had."

After a few moments, I had drunk over half of my Gatorade.
He took both of my hands, helped me up, and walked me back through the living
room and into the foyer.

I gingerly smiled. "Although I do indeed want to
christen every room in this house, I don’t
think,
that
physically I’ll be able to do it all in one day, and I would like to remember what
the rooms actually look like, because all I can actually remember about the
kitchen is that I kind of liked getting my ass fucked."

He rewarded me with his breathtaking hell in a hand basket
smile.

He offered a proposal. "If you do something I feel is simply
irresistible I’ll ask you first but if I do something you like and it arouses
you, then you are allowed to make the first move."

"In the spirit of allowing me to actually get to see
the rest of the house that does sound okay. However, the way you took me in the
kitchen, it was animalistic, and well, I liked it a lot.”

That Hell in a
hand basket smile appeared. “We have plenty of time to not only see the whole
house, but to christen all of the rooms, as well as the buildings on the
grounds."

"Plenty of time?"
I glanced up and over at him, with my head cocked at an
odd angle like a dog confused.

He chuckled.
"Yes, Maeve, plenty of
time."

"Days?
Weeks?
Months?"
I inquired, curious to see exactly how far he was willing to let this obvious
fling continue.

"Even years, Maeve, if that’s how long it takes for
you to get tired of me."

"Tired of you? Have you bumped your head? What in hell
makes you think I could ever get tired of you? It seems to me you‘d get tired
of geeky, shy, boring ole me first." I shot him a look which was a mixture
of shock and a deer caught in headlights.

Laughing outright at me, he took both of my hands into his,
and looked deep into my eyes. I looked back into his eyes and actually felt my
world tilt and begin to spin. I knew at that very moment that I was a goner. No
matter what he suggested or proposed, I would agree to it, as long as it meant
I could be here with him like this.

"Maeve, sweetheart, you may indeed be geeky and
somewhat shy. But after everything we’ve experienced together, I think I am
qualified to say that you are nowhere near boring. Hell, I don’t think you
could find boring with a road map." He smiled sweetly, as if what he said
was coated in sugar and that I should lap it up hungrily. So I did. I slinked
closer to him,
raised
up on my toes, tilted my face up
towards his and licked his mouth.

Ryder moaned from somewhere deep in his chest. Grabbing
both of my forearms, he forced me back away from him. I tilted my head to my
right, frowned and gave him my best Little Girl Innocent look.

"Maeve, I thought you wanted a tour of the
house…"

"And you
said I could fuck you if I felt the urge…" I sent him a smile laced with
sugar and sin. "That’s okay, because even though one day I will fuck you
in this foyer, I’m just not really feeling the cold marble and awkward
stairs." I inhaled rapidly. "Oh, wait…over the banister or through
the banister…"

"Through the banister?
Maeve, you okay?"

‘Oh yes. I bet if you stand on the right stair, I could
probably give you an amazing blow job."

"Oh Jesus…" He swallowed with extreme force,
grabbed my left arm, and turned me to my right. "And through that door is
my home office…Do you need to see it? Or would you like to experience it? Or
maybe…"

I pointed up the stairs and he swallowed hard again.

"What’s up there?"

"Bedrooms…" His breathing was starting to
increase.

"Is there a downstairs?"

"Yes…" I felt him tremble a tiny bit.

"What’s downstairs?" I glanced up at him
sideways,
trying to deduce what was going on in his mind.

"Uh…a couple of playrooms…"

"Playrooms?
Why a couple? What kind of playrooms?"

"Yes, playrooms.
game
room, theater, and a private
play area." He looked like a little kid who had gotten caught with his
hand in the cookie jar before dinner.

"What kind of private play area?" I graced him
with a wicked grin.

"Um…of a sexual nature…" He cautiously glanced at
me, gauging my reaction
to this news.

"Yes, yes…but what do you have in there?"

"Toys…"

"Yes, but
what
kind
of toys? And before you say sexual toys, what kind of sexual
toys? I mean, I don‘t expect you to have Ping-Pong equipment in there." He
started to cough and choke… "Oh My God, you have actual Ping-Pong
equipment in there? Why? What is it used for?" My eyes grew wide as I
waited for his answer.

"The items are not actually Ping-Pong equipment. They
just resemble those things." He really looked unsure of where things were
going.

"Well, what do you use those things for exactly?"

"Maeve, sweetheart, I really don’t think that you’re
quite ready for the playroom and its experiences just yet."