The Barter System (5 page)

She knelt between his
thighs, and he murmured, “Oh shit…” before going up on his elbows to watch
every move she made.  Bowing over him, her dark hair fell forward, framing her
face as she licked him from base to tip.  His already tight muscles reacted instantly,
and Riya mused she could likely bounce a quarter off Sean’s abs. 

Taking the head in her
mouth, her fist circled the base, teasing him with tiny sucks.  Moving back
slightly, he watched a small smile play over her lips a moment before she took
him to the back to her throat.  His heels dug into the bed, his fists clenched
in the sheets as he struggled not to thrust instinctively deeper and harder
into the heaven she offered.  Silky strands of her hair drifted across the skin
directly above his cock and his groan echoed through the room. 

She set a rhythm, pumping
him with her tight hands and sucking him firmly into the heat of her mouth.  If
she felt him about to come, she tightened her fingers around the root and held
him back, denying release until he was ready to beg. 

Sean’s control was almost
shot when one of her hands slipped lower and cupped his balls firmly in her
palm.  He felt his balls drawing achingly tight against his body and a thick
moan was dragged from his chest, “Riya, I’m going to come baby…you have to
stop.  Pull back, honey.  I can’t…Riya,
oh fuck
, baby.” 

Ignoring him seemed to be a
great idea.

He came hard, the orgasm
clawing through his low back into his balls as hot come splashed the back of
her throat.  “Oh, Riya…damn.  Yes, oh god yes, that feels so good.”  When he
was able to peel himself off the ceiling, he exhaled hard and his body went
suddenly lax into the mattress. 

She cleaned him thoroughly
before glancing up and meeting his gaze with a smile.  Resting her cheek on his
inner thigh, she played over his warm skin as she considered.  “Not bad for my
first time, if I do say so myself.”   

He was quiet for a long
moment before he managed, “Riya do not ever tell a man he’s your first
anything…that has side effects.”  Sure enough, his cock hadn’t softened
completely and was already hardening to full strength, ready to play. 

She glanced at it and then
at Sean’s face.  And licked her lips.  “Oh my God, you’re thinking about more
practice!  Hell no, I need to be inside you.”  He pulled her up and set her to
his side so he could grab a condom. 

“Allow me…”  Riya said,
rolling up on her knees and taking it from his hands.  She ripped the foil with
her teeth and rolled the condom over him.  Then she sat back on her heels and
waited.  He gave her a deep kiss and lifted her, guiding her arms around his
neck, her legs around his thighs. 

“You’re the perfect height
for this and you don’t weigh much.  I always wanted to try this with someone I
could fully lift.  I hope you don’t mind.”  A swift shake of her head and he
grinned, “Riya, you don’t know what I’m going to do yet, baby.”

One shoulder lifted in a
delicate shrug, “It seems promising.”

With that, he carried her
easily away from the bed and went to the empty wall near the door.  When her
back was flat against it, he began to make short thrusts to enter her gently
and give her time to adjust to his size.  She was very wet but very snug. 
“God, Riya, you feel so good.  I need to take it slow.” 

“Sean, I’ll be okay.  I need
you all the way.”  She said against his neck.  He pulled back to meet her eyes
and she could tell he didn’t want to hurt her.  “I’m stronger than I look. 
Please?” 

Her innocent expression was
so sweet he couldn’t believe it when a hard blast of lust crashed through him. 
He surged inside, burying himself to the balls in her pussy, their mutual gasps
of surprise and pleasure surrounding them.  Her walls clenched around him like
a fist and he dropped his forehead against her shoulder. 

After a moment she asked,
“Not good?”

“Oh, Riya…very,
very
good.  I’m enjoying the feel of you flexing around me.  You’re so fucking
tight.  I can feel how wet you are, and so hot.  Our bodies connected like this
is…hell, I’m relishing the moment.”  He sighed. 

One hand on his jaw, Riya
ordered, “Move.  Hard.  Now.”  His wicked smile was her only warning before he
began to slam his cock in and out of her body.  A hard palm gripped her ass;
the other went up her back to clutch her shoulder.  It was the perfect position
to hold her immobile and get the best leverage. 

Sean was kissing her face,
her shoulders, and the tops of her breasts.  Riya kept her legs crossed over
his low back, focused on everything he was making her feel.  The friction
against her clit was driving her fast toward her climax.  The sheer power of
the man holding her and her complete lack of control was nothing she’d ever
tried before and she was dizzy from physical stimulation. 

When he leaned down to take
a nipple in his mouth, she tightened around him and came hard, “
OhmygodOhmygod
…Sean,
I’m coming.  Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”  Her entire body arched to him as
the waves rocked through her.

“Baby, that was beautiful to
watch.  I think I’d like to see it again, Riya.”  He redoubled his efforts,
increasing both speed and strength.  His strokes were steady, pulling almost
all the way out of her before surging to the hilt again.  She could feel him
using his strong legs to power into her with every thrust. 

When she noticed movement to
her right, she turned her head and realized they were reflected in the closet
mirror.  “Oh fuck that is hot.”  She whispered and came again. 

He glanced to the side and
smiled, meeting her eyes in the mirror. 

“Holy shit, I’ve never
noticed the view from here.  Look at how tight your legs are gripped around
me.  How your breasts bounce with each thrust; damn I like that.  Your gorgeous
hair is everywhere, wild around you.”

Riya looked at him and
smiled.  “Really?  Because I’m kind of focused on the serious muscles flexing
in your legs, back and ass right now as you drive your cock into me.  And the
bicep holding all my weight is so defined.  That is the body of a man who takes
care of himself.  A physical specimen to be respected.”  Then she leaned
forward and whispered, “Why don’t you come for me, baby?” 

Sean’s entire body went
harder, pumping again and again, her screams signaling another climax before he
shouted to the ceiling and shot everything he had into the condom, stroking
into her until he had nothing left. 

Both of them had to get
control of their breathing before they could consider moving or speaking. 
Minutes later, he lifted his head and smoothed her hair away from her damp
face.  “Riya, shit.  Just…wow.”

“I second that.”  She said
weakly.  “There is no way in hell I can stand up.  Not to sound like a weak
girl or anything, I’m pretty sure my legs have the consistency of
marshmallows.”  Smiling slyly, she added, “No one has ever fucked me so hard I
couldn’t stand up before.” 

His head snapped up from her
shoulder and he returned her smile with a predatory one of his own.  “Then I’ll
have to make that my goal every time.”  He pulled away from the wall and stumbled
across the room, following her down on the bed.  Very gently he pulled out and
went to dispose of the condom. 

She heard him clean up and
he came back with a damp washcloth.  When he pressed it against her, she
jumped.  “Easy, Riya, fucking like that will hurt you if you don’t soothe the
muscles after.  Let me take care of you…you took such good care of me.”

She laughed, “Um, I’m pretty
sure you have that backwards.  You did all the work and I am
not
complaining.” 

Chuckling, he told her, “I need
to feed you but I’m going to collect myself for a bit first.”  With that, he
stretched them both out and pulled the comforter over them.  She was pulled to
the crook of his shoulder, finding she liked that very much.  They settled into
a comfortable silence.

After a while, she said,
“Seriously though, thank you, Sean.”

“For what?” he asked
sincerely.  “I haven’t done anything you haven’t returned and then some.  I
feel better than I have in forever.”

“For not scaring me.  For
being part of my dissertation.  For being a gentleman.  For being such a
considerate and fantastic lover and ending my dry-spell with fireworks. 
Just…thanks.”

He didn’t say anything for a
moment, stroking his fingertips along her bare shoulder.  “You’re welcome,
Riya.  Thank you for being here.  And being so much more than I could have
imagined.  You’re a seriously cool woman.”  She glanced up at him and smiled. 
His hazel eyes were lovely and bright.  When she’d met him, she’d sworn they
were grayer, but now they seemed green.  “I really should feed you,
sweetheart.” 

Sean placed a kiss on her
lips before getting up and padding into the closet.  She was very
appreciative of the view as he roamed around naked.  He came back with a
button down shirt and told her to throw it on while he made lunch.  She
took it with a smile. 

He pulled on an old pair of
basketball shorts and headed to the kitchen.  She climbed from the bed,
resisting the urge to lie back against the cream sheets.  In the bathroom,
she washed her face, pulled a brush through her hair, and cleaned up before
pulling Sean’s shirt on and following him. 

He’d turned on the stereo
and The Eagles were just beginning
Take it to the Limit
.  The song
certainly was fitting, she thought with a smile.  She stood in the doorway of
the kitchen, watching him for several moments before he became aware. 

Sean was barefoot,
bare-chested, and his hair was ruffled.  He was cracking eggs into a bowl and
there were already two piles of diced ingredients on the cutting board. 
He grinned at her when she entered and watched her as she took a seat on the
opposite side of the counter. 

She asked him a few
questions as he cooked and it didn’t seem to distract him at all.  “How
has dating been since your divorce?” 

He sent her a half-smirk
before replying, “I’ve had dates…sometimes I think too many…but I haven’t
really dated since my divorce.  There’s a difference.”

“You’re saying you’ve had
sexual relationships without commitment.  May I ask if that was a
conscious choice?  Did the women you dated feel the same way?”  She
watched the conflict play out over his face.  “No judgment, Sean.”

He cleared his throat,
suddenly slightly uncomfortable.  “I don’t lie, ever.  I suppose
there were a few women along the way who thought they could change my mind, but
I didn’t lead them on.  I didn’t want them living with me, I discouraged
overnight stays, and I didn’t rearrange my schedule for them…that kind of
thing.” 

Riya found that hard to
reconcile with the man who’d asked her to sleep in his bed, cleared a drawer
for her, and for all intents and purposes, would be spending time with her
alone the majority of the next seven days. 

“My turn.”  He tossed
diced ham over the eggs he’d scrambled and poured into the frying pan.  “Tell
me how you got to this, your dissertation.  I’ve been curious about your
inspiration since I found the website.”

“Tawny keeps asking me
that.  Generally, I come up with some story about an ex-boyfriend, trying to
understand men as a separate species and all that.”  He set a glass of iced tea
in front of her.  “The real reason is my dad.”  He gave her a strange look and
she shook her head, “And that is why I never really explain my motives.” 

She sipped from her glass
before continuing.  “My mother died almost eight years ago.  When I say I was
lucky, I’m not kidding.  My dad is fantastic; my mom was strong but feminine. 
Everyone loved her and took her death hard.  But my father, he absolutely fell
apart.  His health suffered, his shipping business started slipping, and he
couldn’t bounce back.  My mother’s best friend stepped in and held everything
together.  An old neighbor, two years after she passed, told me she didn’t
understand it because men weren’t emotional like women.  Why didn’t he just get
back up on the saddle and find someone new?  It infuriated me.