Stuck in Storm- Stanger Page 3

  Her orgasm receded slowly, letting her loosen her death grip on the man that had taken her to Nirvana, even if only for a moment. If she never breathed another breath she didn’t care! She’d experienced a blissful connection that no one could take away from her hungry memory! She could feel Ryan trying to lift his head while keeping his lips and those teeth still clamped to her teat. He felt absolutely . . . wonderful!

  “Christina? You okay? Christ, you scared the hell outta me! What happened?”, Ryan demanded with real concern in his voice. Her heaving chest beckoned him to return, while that gnawing need to know forced him to demand an answer to soothe his fright.

  “Jesus, Ryan! I don’t know how you did that, but you just made me cum! No one’s ever done that for me before, in my whole life!”, she told him between gasps for air. The cold hurt as it seared her lungs, yet the heat that he’d kindled in her chest was more important than anything as mundane as breathing! She grabbed his hand and clamped it to her exposed boob, partly to retain that heat he’d given her, but mostly to satiate that craving for his touch that was ruling her very being!

  Ryan kissed her in that valley between her breasts, re-establishing his claim on her beautiful orb even as he struggled between an inner desire to pleasure her other boob and the need to help her retain that life-giving heat of her circulation. She started to protest that she wanted him to suck her other tit, to nibble and chew on it, to make her cum again the same way. His lust pushed him towards acquiescing to her demand even as practicality forbade him from such a move. He leaned up and planted his lips tightly on hers, both stopping her protests and fanning their flames of desire more brightly.

  Ryan’s hand began to move down her body to that magical juncture of her thighs. Christina winced a bit when his fingers caressed the fuzz on her mound, more in heated anticipation than anything else. But as his finger slid into her slit and lightly grazed her clit, she literally jumped off the mattress and clamped his hand tightly with her own!

  “Dammit, Ryan! What the fuck did you do to me? No one, and I mean no one has ever touched me there, except me! How’d you even know about that spot?”, Christina hissed.

  Ryan was shocked, having always believed that all women knew about their clitoris! He might be just another Blacktop Bum, but he wasn’t completely ignorant about a woman’s body! He’d learned where to touch, how to give a woman pleasure, and he was proud of his ability to do so!

  “I can stop, if you want, Christina”, he whispered to her. “If it feels uncomfortable, just tell me and I’ll stop. I don’t want to do anything you don’t, okay? That part is important to me, girl”.

  “Stop? Don’t you dare stop! I’ll keep your fucking hand down there until the fucking thing freezes to me before I’ll fucking let you stop, you bastard! Christ Almighty, I’d intentionally die on you first!”, she howled back at him. “Just do it! Do me, and make me feel my cum again! Now!”. she was almost on the verge of hysteria as she demanded his touch and attention to her sex!

  Ryan slid his finger down her slit again, tickling her nub and feeling her try to push her hips up so that he pressed against her even tighter. The pain of her broken leg hurt like hell, but the need to feel his fingers on her love button was more demanding. Ryan continued to slide his finger down her crotch, teasing one side of her vulva until he was just above her pucker, then returning up the other side and over her clit again. She moaned as the electric sensations blasted through her when she felt him stroke her heated pussy, changing to a deep lustful growl every time he flicked against her clitoris. By the third time Ryan moved his finger up and down her gash, he could feel her moisture issuing from her love canal. Sweeping back up from the bottom of that feminine canyon, he smeared her juice on his fingertip and transferred it to her nub, then returned to her entrance for a reload. When her outer lips opened like a flower to his probe, he tested the waters and eased into her up to the first knuckle.

  “Oh God, yes, Ryan! Put it in me! Put that fucking finger in my cunt! Damn, it feels so good! Play with me, fondle me, feel me up! Yes-s-s-s!”, Christina demanded in a tone that only a man with ice water in his veins would refuse! As his finger entered her deeper and deeper, she sharply gasped, then gasped again, and one more time, all without exhaling between breaths. Ryan’s finger curled inside her as he sought the ridges of her G-spot. It only took two or three soft rubs on those ridges before Christina smashed Ryan’s hand tightly against her sex, arched her back, and screamed out at the top of her lungs.

  “Fucking Jesus! Oh God! I’m cumming! Dammit Ryan! Make me cum like that!”, and she shook and trembled like a woman possessed by the Devil himself! Never that she could remember had an orgasm been so intense, so all-consuming, or so fantastic! And Ryan was doing everything he could, she realized, to make that climax last as long as possible!

  As she slowly came back from Nirvana, Christina just knew she needed Ryan’s manhood deep inside her at all costs. She moved her hand to where his cock should be, only to discover that he’d retreated back into his undershorts. The telltale bulge was there, though, and as she groped and grovelled against his groin, she found his turgid member waiting for her, erect, warm, and fearfully hiding. Her fingers clawed at the fabric, demanding that she be permitted to join his phallus in its warm hiding place. As he felt her fingers wrap around him, pulling his skin up and down his shaft, imploring the entrapped blood in his prick, Ryan let out a lustful groan of welcome.

  “Ryan? I want this!”, Christina growled in wanton lust. “I want your cock buried in my cunt so bad! Inside me so deep that it makes my nose run! God dammit, Ryan! Give me this cock! I want you to fu . . . “.

  For some reason, she couldn’t finish that last word. It wasn’t like she’d never used it before, but all of a sudden, it wasn’t the right one. This wasn’t just fucking! It was something more, softer, intimate, a joining of two souls in a ritual that was beyond just animal rutting. She had to rethink her words, for both their sakes.

  “Ryan? I want you! I need you, deep inside me, dammit! I need to have you, pleasure you, give you my entire cunt to fill up with your . . . love juice! Please? Love me? Even if it’s just this once?”.

  Christina had never thought of sex in those terms in her whole 19 years before! Yet here she was, on death’s doorstep pleading and begging a man that she’d only just met to allow her to pleasure him! She also knew, as if by hidden instinct, that his pleasure was more important than her own! God, she couldn’t think of anything but his pleasure, of giving him complete satisfaction, or of surrendering everything she was to his demands!

  It all worked out perfectly, too, because Ryan just knew in his own soul that he couldn’t refuse her, this young woman that had become the very center of his Universe! He straddled her thighs as best as he could, given that her jeans were only at mid-thigh. If they had been anywhere else but in the middle of a blizzard in the Rocky Mountains, he’d have ripped them off her, spread her as wide open as she could get, and filled her to the very depth of her womanhood! But he couldn’t, they weren’t, and all that mattered was being inside her, pleasuring her, loving her! As his knob slowly entered her vagina, the heat of her sex blasted out and drenched his entire groin. Christina lustfully groaned as she felt his cock sliding up inside her, taking her filling her up to the brim. In short, making her feel more like a woman than she ever thought possible!

  Ryan slid deep inside Christina, then stayed there momentarily, absorbing the luxury of her heat, the softness of her velvety walls, the feeling of her pulsations. He withdrew until only the tip of his cockhead remained. She growled at him in complaint of the emptiness he left behind. Acceding to her demands, he pistoned himself to her full depth, once again remaining stationary as her loving washed over him. Then, once more he pulled out and pushed back in. Her hips matched his rhythm almost as though they were of one mind, rocking up to meet his thrust, then dropping down again as he withdrew. Each push-pull cycle became slightly faster than the one before. Within minutes, he was pounding his phallus deep into her, his pubic bone rubbing her clit in hungry passion. He could feel Christina’s breathing becoming faster and shallower with every pumping stroke back into her, as much as hear it. Her climax began subtly in the pit of her stomach, racing outwards to engulf her, then exploding as she tensed every muscle. Her reflexes caused her to shake and tremble as a sign of her ascent to Nirvana.

  Ryan now knew what her body was telling him, and he strived to enhance and extend that response for as long as he possibly could. He could feel his balls lifting as they filled his cum-tube with the scalding white goo of his spunk, threatening to drag every cell in his crotch with it as it blasted up and out his jizz hole. The combination of his orgasm and Christina’s clutching and fluttering walls centered all his consciousness at their joining point! He sensed, more than felt, first one long thick rope as it spurted from him. Then another, and another, and still another! She pulled, sucked, and milked his engorged member until he was dry, and still she wanted more! It was so intense for both of them that they nearly passed out!

  Yet the strength of the growing bond between them refused to allow either one to escape its grip!

  When the rush of their mutual cums had relinquished its lustful hold over them, Ryan almost collapsed on top of his new lover. It was only through sheer determination and will that he didn’t. Not that Christina would have cared at that moment, as all she wanted was to hold this strong yet gentle man against her, inside her, until the end of time!

  Regaining a modicum of composure, Ryan gazed lovingly into Christina’s glazed eyes, seeing something that he’d never seen before, the twinkling glow of pure love. He wanted to hold her, protect her, shelter her until his dying breath had finally escaped his lungs! Kissing her with a part of himself that he never knew existed until this moment, he promised himself that he’d be with her for as long as she needed him to be.

  “Ryan? Thank you! For the first time in my life, I really do feel like a woman!”, Christina whispered into the ear beside her lips. “If we get out of this alive, I owe you, okay? For what you’ve given me, a part of myself I never knew was in there! For the hope of living to share another day, of being wanted, needed, desirable! Of actually mattering to someone besides myself!”, then returning to her former self, she added, “Oh. And for all this wonderful warmth you’ve poured into the blankets, too!”. Then she turned her head, seeking his lips to accentuate just how important he had become to her in those last minutes that had irreversibly changed both their lives.

  Ryan wanted to answer her, to open his heart to her comprehension, but there just weren’t words enough to express himself. So, he did the next best thing. He returned her kiss with as much love as he had ever found inside himself.

  It was a struggle to get their pants back up, but the heat that they so desperately needed for survival made it all seem worth the effort. Ryan fumbled with his fat fingers to do up the buttons on Christina’s shirt, although the sight of her breast disappearing left him feeling almost deserted. God, but she was beautiful! Hair stringy and matted, her face still showing the scratches of their crash, flecks of dried blood still clinging to her skin. None of that mattered. All Ryan could see was the warmth and love in Christina’s eyes, on her face, radiating from her very core. He folded her in his arms, protecting her from the bitter cold, and drifted into peaceful sleep.

  When he woke up, it was almost dark, but there was some kind of noise outside. The fog in his brain just wouldn’t clear so that he could determine what was going on. His first conscious movement was to check Christina, listening for her breathing, feeling for a heartbeat. Both were there, sounding and feeling as strong as ever! But where was all that noise coming from? He could barely remember where they were, let alone how they’d gotten there, or why.

  Despite his struggle to clear the fog and regain control of his thoughts, Ryan could feel himself slowly slipping back into that dark black pit of unconsciousness. Just as he was about to fall over the edge, maybe for the last time, there was a loud scraping noise above him, followed by an invading white influx of diffused light that also brought intense yellow beams with it.

  “Hey! I found two over here! Get those stretchers down here! Now! Move!”, he heard someone yelling in the distance. The racket was deafening, and all he wanted was to drift back to the peaceful oblivion of that dark pit again. But something was pulling him, trying to rip him away from his precious Christina! He remembered screaming, “No!” at the top of his lungs, then everything went black.

  Again.

  Ryan came around to bright lights in his eyes and the comprehension that it wasn’t cold anymore. In fact, it was downright warm! A face that he didn’t recognize was looking down at him, inspecting something about him, but it was all too complex to understand. Then a Voice addressed him.

  “Hi, how you feeling?”, it interrogated him.

  “Umm, likes something the dog should have left outside”, he heard himself wheeze out. The Voice giggled, then asked him a bunch of questions that made no sense at all. Jesus, would that Voice never shut up? He had a burning question somewhere in his head, but couldn’t figure out just what that question was. A minute later, it exploded in his brain, streaked up his throat, and burst from his lips.

  “Christina? Christina? Christina!! Where the hell is Christina?”, he heard his panicky vocal chords howl.

  The Voice was back! “Christina? Was that the young girl we found with you ?”.

  “Yeah. Where is she? Is she alright? Did she make it?”, he needed to know. Needed more than he needed to live!

  “She’s fine”, the Voice replied softly. “A broken leg and a lot of bruises, and her back will require traction until it settles back into place properly, but we’ll fix her up, good as new”. That Voice had better not be lying, or the morgue was gonna be a busy place!

  “Take me to see her! Now!”, Ryan screamed. If he knew she was okay, he could handle whatever else they did to him, but he had to know! Nothing else mattered, in his mind.

  “Hey! Easy! We’re going to give you a complete examination, and maybe you can see her in a couple of days, okay”, the Voice commanded.

  “No! Not a couple of days! Not even a couple of hours! Now!”. Ryan was almost hysterical, but there would be no rest, no peace, and probably no living with him until he knew!

  “Okay, okay!”, the Voice tried to soothe him. “Is it that important that a couple of days is going to matter?”.

  “Fucking right it is! I’ve gotta see her! Now!”. Christ, he’d picked up her gutter-mouth habit! Maybe he should have been embarrassed, but he wasn’t. It was a part of her, and he cherished it, held it inside him, couldn’t let it go! Not now, not ever.

  The Voice pushed him into a bright room with sheets hanging everywhere it seemed. God dammit, he didn’t want to see their fucking laundry room, he wanted to see Christina! The Voice pulled back one of the hanging bedsheets and there she was! She was a little battered up, covered in bruises, her left leg twice as big as it should be with a heavy white clump on it, and she looked like she’d lost a fight with a herd of charging bulls! Ryan had never seen anything that beautiful before in his life! It was all he could do to stop himself from leaping out of the wheelchair and clutch her to him.

  “There”, said the Voice from the background. “See? I told you she was okay. Believe me now?”.

  Yeah, thought Ryan. Now I believe you. He tried to get closer to her, but the damned wheelchair wouldn’t take him where he wanted to go, needed to go.

  The Voice helped him, pushed the chair beside her bed, then softly spoke to him. “I don’t know how you did it, fella, but you saved her life out there. She has you to thank for that. I’ll let you tell her all about it, though, when she wakes up. Okay?”.

  He’d saved her life? Nope, it was the other way around. If it hadn’t been for her, for the love she’d shown him, for that part of his soul he’d been searching for until he met her, it was Ryan that wouldn’t have survived. But damned if he was gonna tell that to the Voice!

  Just then, Christina rolled her head towards him, opened her eyes slowly, and smiled. “Hey, handsome! I owe you, ya know. Big time!”, she whispered to her new-found lover.