The Barter System (46 page)

They read them while she
worked and she lost track of time as she usually did if left to her own
devices.  A while later they called her to the bedroom and she saved her work
and went in search of her men. 

An inner discussion about
how they weren’t ‘her men’ yet was cut short when entered the bedroom and
caught site of their presentation. 

The breath left her body in
a sensual rush, her nipples tightening and pussy dampening almost instantly. 
They’d completely duplicated the chapters she’d written.  Max was tied naked to
four corners of the bed, a blindfold over his eyes.  Micah sprawled naked in a
chair in the corner at the top of the bed, the voyeur from her other chapter. 

She pulled her tank top over
her head and let the shorts drop to her feet.  She climbed up the center of the
bed on her hands and knees, stopping when she got to Max’s cock, fully hard and
waiting for her. 

Lying flat on her stomach
and took his balls in her mouth, sucking them separately then together. 
Licking at the skin right behind his balls, then stroking it with her fingers
when she went back to his balls. 

When his entire body was
clenched, she took his hard cock to the back of her throat.  She sucked him
until he was begging, humping his hips toward her in desperation, bringing him
to the brink, and denying him again and again. 

After a long time she rose
to her knees and rolled a condom over his painfully engorged cock, hating to do
it actually.  She slid up his body, biting and licking him, sucking his
nipples, scraping her nails over his skin, blowing over the dampness.  Then she
mounted him, taking him deep in one slow thrust and going still.  She took her
time, reaching behind her to play with his balls where they met her pussy.  She
ran her hands over her own body from her tits to her clit.

Only when she looked over at
Micah casually stroking his cock did she have to move.  Her hands behind her on
Max’s thighs, she rode him, watching as Micah fisted his cock harder and
faster, matching her rhythm on Max’s cock. 

Then she leaned forward,
hands on either side of Max’s head and whispered, “I won’t let you have my
sweet cream until I feel your cock coating my pussy with your hot come.  Give
it to me, baby.” 

He clenched and exploded
inside her, she rode him through it, coming hard and fast around him.  She
looked over and watched as Micah’s come hit his stomach and licked her lips.

Riya pulled Max’s blindfold
off and kissed him.  It was the first time since she’d touched his body and she
put everything she had into it.  She kissed him so long he never got fully soft
and then he was hardening full strength again, moaning into her mouth. 

Micah lifted her off him and
said, “Go back downstairs, we have to do it again.”  He slapped her ass and she
laughed as he untied Max.  On the landing she heard, “Man, you have
got
to see her do this.  Tie me the fuck up.”

She did it again, torturing
Micah while Max watched, stroking off.  It was two of the hottest moments in
her life.  They took her in the shower, going to their knees to eat her pussy
and lazily fuck her with fingers in her pussy and her ass until she literally
couldn’t stand up anymore. 

They rarely left the
apartment over the next five days.  They would get ready, completely prepared
to leave.  Something always happened to send them back to bed, the couch, or
the shower.  Riya couldn’t believe how often she’d climaxed.  How hard and
well.  When they got near her, they had to please her. 

Max and Micah told her they
were addicted to everything about her, needed to see her, talk to her, hear her
talk to them.  They were enthralled with how she moved over their bodies,
pleasing them and open to anything they wanted to try. 

Max would watch her with
Micah alone then the men would switch places.  They pleased her individually
and together.  Watching her play with herself drove them to distraction and she
loved watching them stroke their cocks for her. 

They ordered food in every
night and ate sitting on the floor of the living room in front of the fireplace
with music playing or curled up in bed.  Feeding one another in bed usually led
to needing one another.  They tried to make her eat more and she would laugh at
them, wondering how could they possibly expect her to eat the same amount they
ate?  If they ate at the table, she usually crawled into one of their laps or
was pulled there. 

The mornings were easier for
them to venture out.  She insisted on running, and they joined her, flanking
her and preferring her slightly ahead so they could watch her from behind,
having long conversations together about her legs and ass. 

They would do isolations in
the gym on the other side of the kitchen, but Riya quickly realized they never
got much done working out all together. 

The first morning, she was
working out with the heavy bags, practicing her kickboxing, and they tackled
her to the mat in heated lust.  The second morning, she tried yoga.  One “Sun
Salutation” and Max slid underneath her on the mat, telling her how gorgeous
her tits looked from this angle while Micah insisted the view from behind her
was even better.  After that, she had to make them wait until she was done
working out to join her. 

They started sitting on the
bench, just watching as she went through kickboxing, yoga, Pilates, and dance. 
Neither doubted how she kept in such perfect condition.  They took turns
massaging her in the sauna, rubbing medicated oils all over her body.  She
usually got fresh bagels or cinnamon rolls after her workouts.  They made her
different coffees to find out which ones she liked best. 

They played with her hair,
always willing to brush it for her.  Micah made her show him how to braid it
and she laughed at his efforts.  They finally showed her the closet and she
laughed that it was the size of her bedroom back home. 

When they told her
everything in it belonged to her, she went still and told them it was way too
much.  Insisting it wasn’t even halfway there, they showed her how to get into
the safe installed in the back and her jaw dropped at the assorted jewelry
already displayed inside. 

She didn’t realize until the
fourth day that it was her bedroom they were sleeping in.  They each had rooms
of their own but she refused to allow them to sleep there as long as she was in
this one.  They would rent movies and curl up together to watch. 

She screamed with them
during action flicks and told them she wouldn’t be offended if they fell asleep
during Sense and Sensibility.  Micah did crash about halfway through but Max
watched the whole thing and loved her up after. 

It was Max who finally
insisted they had to take her out of the apartment for the evening.  “Micah,
we’re going to make her sick of us; she won’t be able to get away from us fast
enough,” to which Riya laughed hysterically until she snorted in a completely
unladylike manner.

Sighing in resigned
agreement, they made plans and went to get dressed in their rooms.  They’d
picked an outfit for her and left it on the bed.  She took the stairs two at a
time and squealed at the clothes Tawny would definitely put her mark of
approval on. 

Dressing, doing her hair and
makeup, she realized she’d never felt like such a sex kitten.  Not that she
hadn’t worn clothes like this, Tawny always insisted on hot apparel for their
nights out. 

It was everything about her
personally
inside
the body that wore the clothes was different. 
Confidence.  Awareness of her sexual power.  Excitement about possibilities.

When she came downstairs,
her hair was loose except for two braids holding the front away from her face. 
She’d run a crimping iron over sections but most of it fell dark and thick down
her back.  Her makeup was light but dramatic, done in browns and golds that
brought out her eyes.  Shimmering gloss on her lips. 

“Her body in that outfit is
going to cause accidents,” Max pointed out seriously. 

She wore a brown leather
mini skirt hung low on her slightly flared hips, very short and falling a few
inches lower than the crease of her ass.  The sleeveless slinky bronze top was
worn without a bra, a deep cowl dropping into the valley of her full breasts. 
Four-inch strappy leather sandals on her feet. 

Enjoying their reaction, she
said sweetly, “I didn’t see panties, so I decided not to wear any…just
kidding.”  She shimmied the skirt up to show the bronze lace thong, turning for
their approval and they gave it enthusiastically.  “I can’t risk the way you
two make my body react, it would be embarrassing to have come slicking my
thighs in public.”  She paused to look them over provocatively from head to
toe, “My god, the two of you are fucking beautiful.”

Both men wore skin-hugging
pants of the finest leather with wide belts, Max in black, Micah in dark
brown.  They had t-shirts on that clung to their powerful physiques and
square-toed biker boots that matched the color of the belts they wore. 

They came to her, slipping
another choker around her neck, this one brown leather, with a bronze pendant
in the center.  They had a leather bracelet to match and dangling bronze
earrings.  “No, baby, you’re the one who’s fucking beautiful.”  With a sigh
Micah added, “We have to get out of here and over to the club.”

She walked ahead of them
into the elevator, putting her hands on the rail at the back, her legs spread
apart.  “I don’t see cameras.  If there aren’t any, you should consider fucking
me in here.”  She paused to consider and gave them a smile filled with heat,
“Or maybe even if there are cameras.  You two are that hot.” 

They pressed the down button
and stood on either side of her, leaning against their forearms on the elevator
wall.  They took turns stroking teasingly over her tits and along the waist of
her skirt.  Slipping and sliding over her body. 

When they reached the lobby,
she walked out first, giving a little finger wave to Carlo who was staring at
her and kind of trembling. 

“Baby, you just made him
come,” Micah whispered in her ear, “I know that look.”

She rolled her eyes at him
in disbelief.  Henry tried pushing the door twice before finally remembering it
pulled open.  He smiled and murmured something she couldn’t understand.  She
smiled warmly.  “Have a wonderful night, Henry.”

“Thirty more seconds around
her and even Henry would have come,” Max noted quietly, Riya slapped at his arm
and told him to behave, not everyone was as oversexed as they were.

Rodney had the door open,
his eyes to the sky.  His lower lip was sticking out and he was blowing air
hard.  “Evening,” was all he could manage.  When Riya was inside, he told
Micah, “Unbelievable.”  Micah slid in beside her, in full agreement.

They settled her between
them, their hands on her inner thighs, stroking their fingers in little
circles.  They leaned in, smelling her hair and nuzzling her neck and nipples. 

Micah murmured, “Baby, you
are so fucking hot, every man wants you, and we get to take you home.  We get
to eat your sweet pussy, we get to fuck your tight little ass, and lick you
from head to toe.  Every man is jealous of us.”

“We are going to fuck you so
well and so hard later in appreciation for how naturally sexual you are,” Max
added in a rough voice as they took turns stroking over the silk triangle of
her thong.  “We’re going to pay homage to every inch of your body and make sure
you come so hard you pass out.  Then we’re going to do it again.  Your nipples
are so hard.” 

Nudging her shirt aside, he
easily revealed her bare breast and dropped his lips over it with a harsh
groan. 

Micah leaned in to whisper,
“Such perfect nipples.  Your pussy is already hot and wet, isn’t it, baby? 
Aching for our fingers, our tongues, our cocks?”

Riya swallowed hard and
sighed, “Oh.  My.  God, I’m coming.”  Her head dropped back against the seat
and her trembling thighs clenched together, her breathing ragged.

Lifting his head, Max rubbed
his palm over the front of his pants.  “Oh God, I knew we shouldn’t have left the
fucking apartment.  I want her so bad right now I’m ready to come in my pants. 
Did she just come from us talking dirty to her?” he asked tightly.