The Barter System (45 page)

She laid her head back on
Max’s shoulder and put one hand up to tangle in his hair.  Micah’s mouth was
covering her nipple while he stroked his fingers in and out of her pussy.  Her
fingers were stroking his shoulder and back.  She slid her hand under his chin
and lifted his face to her.  “Micah…please.  I need.”      

He kissed her deeply then
lay back on the bed, sliding between her legs.  Max pulled out of her ass
carefully and pushed her into a straddle over Micah.  Placing his cock at the
entrance of her pussy, he guided her down on him slowly then brought her
forward to lie flat on his chest. 

Max repositioned himself at
her ass and thrust in slowly.  She stretched more quickly for him this time and
he was soon fully inside. 

Micah watched her face,
seeing the wonder at the sensation of both cocks buried in her body.  He
smiled, smoothing his hands along her face and neck.  She placed her hands on
either side of his head and kissed him with everything she was feeling.

“What do I do…?” she asked
them softly.  “I feel wonderful but I have no idea how to move.”  She gave
Micah a small smile to match the delicate blush on her skin.

“Baby, you don’t have to do
anything.  Just feel, Riya.  We want to make you feel good, love.  Let us make
you feel good.”  Max stroked out of her ass slowly.  As he thrust forward,
Micah pulled back. 

Soon, they were fucking her
in tandem, the rhythm as smooth as dancing, masculine hips rocking into her
with expert skill.  There was no control of her emotions, no ability to pull
back from everything they offered her sexually. 

She was reduced to a sensual
slave, shackled to these men by her own desires, her own needs.  It was like
nothing she’d ever experienced, like nothing she believed it was possible to
feel. 

They drove her higher than
she’d ever been and pushed her still further until she was bucking between
them.  Near-crazed with the pleasure slamming through her body. 

The first time she came, she
tried to scream and realized it was impossible without air.  Micah was licking
and sucking her nipples and Max was stroking over every inch of skin he could
reach. 

Riya clamped down on both of
them, causing groans of pleasure that sounded close to pain.  When her tremors
passed, they picked up their tempo, one of Max’s hands moving to the front of
her body to stroke her clit. 

So long they played her
body, all of them were slick with sweat, the breath sawing in and out of their
lungs.  Twice more they shoved her screaming over the edge of orgasm,
whispering soothingly to her as they kept going, holding back their own release
to give her more, so much more.  Giving her exactly what she’d asked for. 

Faster.  Harder.  Deeper. 
Until she was begging, near sobbing at the riot of feeling ratcheting her
nerves and muscles tight.  “Please, oh god, I can’t come again.  It’s too
much.  Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”  Another explosion that burned through
her veins and left her senses in ash. 

Their mouths and hands were
everywhere, Micah’s on her face, neck, and breasts.  Max was licking her spine,
kissing her shoulder blades.  They whispered to her, driving her up again
before she’d even stopped shaking.

“Riya…your ass is so tight
and hot, I can’t describe how good you feel around me, how good it feels to
fuck you like this.  It’s going to feel so good to come in your sweet ass.” 

“Baby, your pussy is
dripping all over me, you’re so wet.  I want to watch you come again.  Let me
feel your juices pouring from your pussy while I fuck you, love.  I can’t come
until I feel you come again.  Come again for me, sweet Riya.  So fucking good.”

She felt the orgasm building
from her low back, crawling forward to her womb and down into her clit.  By the
time the wave broke from her pussy to her breasts and down her legs, she was
screaming.  Short nails dug into the Micah’s chest and Max’s thigh. 

“Oh fuck, she’s clenched
like a vice.  I’m coming!  Yes, Riya, let your tight little ass drag my come
from me.  So good, so fucking good, baby.”  Max growled between his teeth as he
continued to pump into her ass, his own release seeming to go on forever.

Micah couldn’t hold back,
thrusting up into her body as he held her hips.  “Your pussy is milking me so
hard, taking my come by force, yes, Riya, yes…hell yes!  Buried in your perfect
pussy, yes, baby.” 

Riya focused on the
sensation of their cocks throbbing their release inside her, wishing for the
first time in her life that they weren’t wearing condoms so she could feel the
heat of their come coat her pussy and ass.  How thick and hot it would be. 
Afterward it would seep from her body and she could rub it into her clit.  Suddenly,
she wondered what the three of them tasted like blended together.

Just the thought and
suddenly she was whimpering, “I’m coming again.  I can’t…”  But they were
holding her and telling her she could, that they had her, they would always
have her and she let the climax take her. 

Arms and legs trembling,
panting breaths, pounding heart.  She closed her eyes, dropping to Micah’s
chest.  They were stroking her, telling her how perfect she was, how wonderful
she made them both feel. 

She didn’t realize she’d
fallen asleep until she distantly felt Max pulling gently out of her ass.  As
he stood he dropped a kiss on her rear and whispered, “Such a beautiful ass,
love.  God, incredible.” 

He left the bed and returned
with cool towels, cleaning her of the lube and her fluids. 

When they tried to lift her
off Micah, she resisted, clutching him with her arms and thighs.  He rolled her
to her back, kissing her until her hold loosened. 

He slipped carefully from
her overheated pussy and stroked his fingertips over her mound.  “So good to
us, Riya.  Sweet baby.”  Kissing her lips he went to clean up.  He brought a
fresh cloth covered with sweet smelling oil.  Max cleaned the front of her body
then they applied the soothing oil everywhere from her clit to her ass. 

When she was completely
wiped down, they climbed into bed on either side of her and lay watching her
sleep with her hair fanned out above her.  Neither had ever been so completely
sated and at peace. 

They whispered about her as
she slept on, unaware of how deeply in love the two men were with her and how
desperately they wanted her to stay with them.  They would let her go for a
little while, but they prayed she’d come back to them, stay with them, let them
love her, and hopefully she would love them too.

Chapter
Twenty-One

When Riya opened her eyes,
she had never felt so safe in her entire life.  It was still dark, but there
was light coming from the bathroom.  Micah was pressed up against her back, one
thigh over hers, her hand at his knee.  Max was in front of her, her inner
thigh resting on his with his big palm curled over it, his forehead level with
hers since he was lying lower on the bed, his cheek resting on her open hand.

She stayed quiet, watching
Max sleep and listening to both of them breathe.  Micah’s breath was hot on her
neck, where he nuzzled against her.  She was more sexually satisfied than she’d
ever been in her life.  And she felt…loved. 

Cursing her fickle heart,
she realized it clenched when she thought of them and what they’d done to her
and for her.  She drifted back to peaceful sleep.

Several hours later, she was
on her back.  Both men had a thigh and a heavy arm thrown over her body.  Their
faces were at her shoulder.  “Max?”  The sun was slanting through the windows
and she would have loved to appreciate how it made both men look, like Greek
gods come to earth…but things were urgent.  “Micah?” 

Neither moved. 

She nudged Max and he snuggled
tighter.  “Guys…I have to pee.  Really.”  No longer being gentle, she leveraged
herself into a sitting position between them and lifted their limbs off her. 
Vaulting over Micah and running for the bathroom, never so grateful for indoor
plumbing. 

When she finished, she
decided to let them sleep and take a long, hot shower.  She took her toothbrush
in with her and dealt with that first.  Using moisturizing scrub, she cleaned
any remnants of makeup from her face.  Her favorite body stone was waiting for
her and she worked it over her feet. 

Her body was limber and more
relaxed than she could ever remember being.  Twice she caught herself humming
while she was scrubbing her skin.  A deep shampoo and condition, leaving it on
while she rubbed light oil over her skin.  Singing the words to her favorite
song without realizing, she closed her eyes and took her time rinsing herself
from tip to toe. 

Smoothing water from her
face, she opened her eyes and smiled at both men standing in the open door of
the large stall.  Max came to her, lifting her until her legs wrapped snugly
around his waist. 

“Sore, baby?”  She shook her
head.  He was already wearing a condom and he made sweet love to her against
the wall while Micah showered. 

He set her on her feet
gently, their cries of pleasure still ringing off the tile.  Micah left and
came back, condom in place.  He turned her to the wall and slid into her from
behind, fucking her smoothly and playing with her clit until she came hard and
he followed her.  They pulled her with them back under the spray and rewashed
her body.     

When they all stepped out of
the stall, they dried her before wrapping towels around their hips and stepping
over to shave at the double sink.  She jumped up on the counter between them to
watch. 

Turning to her one at a time,
she inspected their beautiful faces and patted on aftershave.  They brushed
their teeth and all of them flossed together.  When Micah turned around and
backed up to her, she climbed on his back and he carried her to the bedroom. 

He dropped her on the edge
of the bed.  She was sitting on her knees, naked with her wet hair over her
shoulders to her navel, giving tantalizing peeks at her nipples. 

“Good morning,” she said to
them when they were both standing in front of her in nothing but their towels.  

“You look like a mermaid who
just got her land legs.  All damp and seductive,” Max said quietly.

“You have to get dressed
before we don’t manage to leave the house today,” Micah told her.  Sighing, he
said to Max, “We actually need to feed her.  We can’t keep her locked up in
here all day.”

Riya applied her best pout,
“Why not?”  Both men piled into bed, pulling her between them.  They were
tickling her, all of them laughing.  Then they were all wrestling and the
laughter soon morphed into moans of need then pleasure. 

It was much later before
they managed to make it to the kitchen.  The men cooked while Riya worked on
her laptop at the kitchen bar.  They would lean forward and give her diced
samples of whatever they were prepping.  She was wearing a tank top without a
bra and cut off shorts.  Neither man could fully concentrate on what they were
doing. 

Catching them looking at her
nipples when she glanced up from her computer, she said sweetly, “I’m not
wearing panties either.”  Then she looked sad, “But you did promise to feed
me.”

Micah leaned back against
the refrigerator and Max put both his hands flat on the counter and implored,
“God, please give us strength.”

They plated grilled chicken
breasts, cut paper thin and marinated in lime and garlic.  There was couscous
with almonds and a salad with homemade vinaigrette.  They ate and talked,
laughing a lot.  Riya asked about their lives and asked questions about all the
places they’d been. 

They asked her questions
about her family and her best friend.  They wanted to know if she was working
on a new book and when she told them yes, they begged to read what she had. 
After they’d eaten and she made them let her help clean up, she used their
office and printed her two favorite chapters, giving one to each of them.