The Barter System (32 page)

Ricardo climbed on and she
didn’t hesitate to jump on the back, fitting her crotch snugly against his
ass.  After sliding her sunglasses in place, she found her footholds and
slipped her hands around his waist.  “Well aren’t you the best passenger I’ve
ever had?”

She laughed, “I have a Honda
Nighthawk 650 stored in my dad’s garage back home.  I think a soft tail would
be too heavy for me if I ever laid it down.  I don’t ride as much anymore but I
love it.”

“Fuck yes.  Let’s do this,
baby.”

He hit the garage door
remote and revved the bike up as the doors lifted in front of them.  He paused
long enough to start the garage back down and tore out.  He took lots of turns
at first, Riya figured he was checking her sway, making sure she’d move with
him and not freak out.  When he seemed satisfied, he jumped on a main
cross-street with a lot more traffic.

At the first light, an SUV
pulled up next to them filled with college kids.  Every last one of them leaned
toward the windows nearest them and started telling Riya how hot she looked. 
“Baby, your ass is fine on that bike.”

She slid her hands down
Ric’s abs, slid them over his inner thighs, up to cup his cock before stroking
it with her palm and rolling her pelvis into his low back twice.  Then she
looked over at the college kids and said lazily, “Thanks.”  When the light
changed, Ric tore from the line with the college kids whistling and cat-calling
behind them. 

Every time they stopped, they
got looks from the cars beside them.  One man in a suit tried to hand her his
card to be her agent, she looked at him and said, “I can’t, I suck his cock
full time.  Thanks, though.”  And she winked at him. 

As the light turned green
the guy said, “Oh fuck me that’s hot.” 

The sound of the Harley’s
engine soon drowned him out.  An interested woman pulled up next to the bike
and Riya stroked him everywhere she could reach.  She shouted to them, “I go
both ways and I’d fuck you both right now.” 

Riya replied, “Oooh, I’d do
that, but we’d likely kill you with pleasure and, baby, I
cannot
have
that on my conscience.”

They headed into a rundown
area, and she heard the music a mile away pumping from a warehouse.  He found a
clear space and parked the bike.  Then he reached around and grabbed her knee,
lifting it and pulling her all the way around his body, grabbing her torso with
his other hand until she was straddling his lap. 

He pulled her to him tight
and anchored her neck while he practically fucked her mouth with his.  Her
center was positioned over his cock and she could feel how hard and hot he was
under his jeans. 

She casually moved against
him and liked what he had to offer.  Pulling back to look at her, he said with
a smile, “You are very, very bad on the road.  I almost came when you told that
guy you suck my cock full time.”

Riya shrugged, “I couldn’t
help it.  You were so stoic and dangerous looking, totally ignoring everything
around you.  I had to enhance your total bad ass appearance.  When I was young
and stupid, I used to play tag on Miami streets.  I know better now, but with
you, I figured I’d be safe.” 

At his questioning look, she
explained tag.  “When a woman is on a motorcycle, stopped at a light, you fuck
against the bike or play with yourself then tear off and leave them calling
phone numbers after you.”  She shrugged.  “Like I said, dumb…but fun.”

He kissed her hard,
thrusting up against her pussy, then slapped his palms on both sides of her ass
and lifted her off the bike.  When she was on her feet, he got off to stand
beside her. 

Only then did they notice
they had an audience.  A few couples and several single guys stood staring at
them.  She smiled and slipped her hand around his waist. 

Pulling her tight to his
side, he led her to the front doors.  The music was much louder inside.  He
handed a guy what looked like a hundred dollars and they went in.  There were
multiple stages around the room.  She was already moving to the music as they
walked and he looked down at her in surprise.  She smiled and moved him with
into a forward cha-cha heading straight to the main dance floor.  She didn’t recognize
the music but she loved the beat. 

He grabbed her hand and
worked her hard around the floor, realizing after two minutes that she was much
better than he’d thought. 

She was sharp and fast,
rocketing into each spin and executing it with almost painful precision.  He
pulled her to him again and again, loving when her face was flushed and
glistening with the extreme effort of the moves.  They danced every song for
over an hour, both of them breathing fast when they moved toward a bar. 

“You are
very
good,
Riya.”  He ordered their drinks, “How does a pretty white girl from Florida
dance that way?”

Riya grinned, “Well, my
friend Tawny is Irish and as good a dancer as I am…so I’m not sure Latina’s
have the market completely cornered.  However, my mother was Brazilian.  My
father is Irish.”  She sipped whatever he handed her when he considered her
carefully.

“That explains the skin
tone.  I was thinking it had to be the best and most even fake bake I’d ever
seen.  Brazilian…very nice.”  He finished his drink and she gave him what was
left of hers, dipping her finger in for a circular piece of ice when he was
done.  She ran it over her neck and down into the valley of her breasts. 

She went to drop it back in
the empty cup but he brought her hand to his mouth and sucked the piece from
her fingers.  He played with it for a minute, flipping it with his tongue,
before crunching into it and swallowing it.  “Even your sweat tastes good,
Riya, I’m anxious to sample the rest of you.”  Then he kissed her and pulled
her out to dance. 

A slow song came on and he
moved her beautifully over the dance floor, seducing her in full view of the
public and under flashing lights.  When it was done, she was bent back over his
arm, his lips on the crests of her breasts, moving softly over her. 

Then he spun her into the
fast number that followed.  She played with him, hands on her hips, teasing him
over her shoulder, shaking her ass at him. 

He charged her, purposely
sliding past her and spinning her at the waist.  They were both laughing,
loving that they danced so well together, like they’d been doing it for years. 

When a club bass song came
on, he kept her ass glued to his cock while he moved them forward, back, up and
down.  His hands were on her hips, hers up around his neck, they moved in
perfect time.  Her nipples stayed hard, pressing against her thin tank top. 

Ricardo bent her forward at
the waist and she tossed her hair before coming up like a stripper.  Her arms
went up around him again and he stroked down from her wrists, over her sides of
her breasts before settling back to her hips.  They took another break and he
handed her another drink, just staring at her. 

“What?” she asked smiling.

“You’re very hot, very
sexual.  I can see how you’d be able to do a study like this, just not sure why
you would want to.  I mean, you can’t have any shortage of men in Florida, they
must be lining up to claim you…fuck you…hand over their bank accounts.  Why run
all over the country?”

“First of all, I don’t need any
man’s bank account.  No one claims me because I haven’t put myself out there to
be claimed, or really fucked for that matter.  Until this study, I was barely
non-virgin.” 

He didn’t look like he
believed her.  “I’m all over the country because that’s where the men are who
met the requirements I needed.  Looks, history, whatever.  The best of the best
were in seven different cities.  So that’s where I had to go.  And believe me,
you’re worth the travel.  I’m the control, the subjects are the tests.  My
results are my dissertation.” 

She traced his gorgeous
shoulder, “I’ll learn more about men and sex in eight weeks than I did during
my entire life and research before.  All parties are consensual, sex is
protected, they get what they want, I get what I need.  No one gets hurt and a
good time is had by all.”

His body was so close to
hers, she could feel the heat radiating from his skin.  Keeping his voice low,
he told her, “You’re the most balls-out woman I’ve ever met.”  He traced over
the outline of her nipple and watched as it hardened further under her tank
top.  “Very bad, naughty Riya.”

She leaned in close, one
palm hidden between them stroking over the bulge of his cock, “Then I think I
should be arrested and punished for a long time, officer.”  A light nip to the
skin beneath his ear.  “Wanna dance some more?”

He jerked like he’d been
slapped and nodded.  A slow wicked smile appeared on his face, “Oh fuck, you
play hard, Riya.”  He took her to the floor and led her brutally through song
after song.  No matter how hard he pushed her, she came back for more.  They
were drawing attention…again.

An extremely fast salsa
number came on and he whipped her from steps to spins to dips so fast the
people watching couldn’t keep up.  Immediately into a club number that had her
pulling moves only seen in rap videos. 

A slow song had them
simulating fucking around and around in front of the stunned watchers.  Another
salsa where he punished her body, slamming her out so hard it was amazing her
shoulder didn’t get dislocated, pulling her in so hard she should have had the
breath knocked out of her. 

On and on they moved,
touching every inch of one another’s bodies, both of them covered in sweat,
Riya’s hair sticking to her face and flowing down her back.  Both their muscles
were pulled tight and flexing to the delight of men and women watching them. 

Riya’s tank top and bra were
see-through with her sweat, her nipples clearly outlined.  She didn’t care; she
was dancing the way she only ever did with Tawny.  

One last slow song came on
and he moved her sensually against him, kissing her passionately when it
ended.  Cheers erupted from the levels around them but they continued kissing. 
When the kiss broke, he looked at her, “Time to go?”  She nodded. 

They hauled ass out to the
bike, her climbing on behind him and sealing her front to his back.  She pulled
her hair together and clipped it off her face.  When he started the bike, she
leaned around his shoulder and requested another kiss, which she received.  

Pulling out with a roar, she
stroked him the entire way.  They were still getting attention but she didn’t
feel like talking, just touching him everywhere.  By the time they maneuvered
into the garage, both of them were practically steaming.  The moment the door
blocked the street, he dropped the kickstand and she jumped off the bike. 

He watched as she stripped
naked in the middle of his garage and pushed him further back so she could get
his pants undone.  She freed an impressive cock which she licked and sucked
while he pulled the condom from his wallet. 

The moment he was covered,
she climbed him and he lifted her over him.  She’d been wet for
hours
.  “I
just want to take the edge off first, Ric.”  He nodded in agreement, pulling
her down and entering her in one stroke.  No foreplay, no holding back.  It was
hard and dirty with the only light coming from the street lights through the
cut-outs at the top of the garage door. 

“Your pussy is so wet.  Oh
god yes, ride me, baby.  Take what you want.  My cock has been throbbing for
you, honey.” 

Riya worked him hard, both
of them pouring sweat in the hot garage, her screams echoing in the bare space when
the orgasm she’d been building for hours crashed through her. 

Slamming up into her, he
fucked her through it, her walls gripping around him like a fist.  “You’re
sweet pussy is so fucking tight, damn, baby, I’m coming!”  Thick, hot spurts of
semen filled the condom as he emptied himself into her.  He kept thrusting
until he was completely drained and her own tremors eased. 

Riya didn’t move for a long
time and they waited until they had their breathing under control.  When he
pulled her back to look at her, his voice was surprised but still laced with
lust, “I cannot believe you just fucked me on my Harley.  I’m still fully
dressed.  You aren’t and may I say…damn?”