The Barter System (47 page)

Riya lifted her head and
scooted forward to drop to her knees in front of them.  She put her hand on the
zipper of the skirt and separated it, putting it aside.  She pulled the top
over her head.  “I want both of you to stroke off in my mouth, right now.  I
need it and it will take your edge off until I can fuck you properly later.” 

She was grabbing at their
belts, tugging them loose, “Get closer together.  Where are those towels?  Tell
the driver to circle the block until I get what I want.”

They were so hard, so ready
to come it took every ounce of control to call the driver and find the towels. 
“Take your shirts off.”  They obeyed instantly and she spread the towels over
their laps.  “Stroke yourselves for me, please, I need to taste you.” 

She had her lower lip
between her teeth and she slipped her hand into her panties.  They watched her
play over her clit knowing how much she enjoyed watching as they fisted their
cocks and stroked them hard for her.  “Oh my god, that is so incredibly hot.  I
love watching you do that.  Please come for me…I need it; I want to drink you
down.  I’m coming just watching you.  I want you both so bad.” 

She had her hand on Max’s
knee and it tightened as her orgasm washed over her. 

Max came first and she
covered him, taking him to the back of throat.  “Riya, Jesus, love.  We just
had you two hours ago and it feels like it’s been days.  That feels so good,
baby, your hot little mouth sucking me down.  Damn, baby, so good.” 

She was stroking him lightly
as he came down and staring at Micah’s cock with her lip between her teeth. 
Glancing up to meet his eyes, she whispered, “Please, baby.  Give it to me,”
and he was growling as she descended on him. 

He held her head still and
fucked into her mouth with controlled strokes.  “God yes, let me fuck that
beautiful mouth, Riya, fuck it full of hot come for my pretty girl.  So fucking
good, love.  Always so fucking good and getting better every time we take you. 
My
god
.” 

She took all he had and
licked him like a cat, moving to do the same to Max before helping them pull
their clothes together.  She dropped back on her heels.  “That’s a little
better.  Should hold me over until we get home.”  They watched as she redressed
herself, settling daintily between them.  Neither had missed her reference to
‘home’.

As one they moved their
hands under her skirt and panties.  Max’s fingers in her pussy, Micah’s gliding
slickly over her clit, both talking dirty to her as they licked her nipples. 

“That hard little clit wants
to be sucked, doesn’t it Riya?  Your hot pussy is so slick with come and all
you want is a nice hard cock to fill it.  Oh baby, your pussy is so empty
without us fucking you hard…filling up your sweet pussy and your tight ass. 
Come on my hand, pretty baby, let me suck your juices off my fingers…if you
don’t, I’ll make you sit that fine pussy on my face and I’ll fuck you with my
tongue to get it.” 

She came hard and they
continued to rub her until she came again, then Micah placed a finger to her
lips, glossing her lips with her own cream, “Taste yourself, love, your come
tastes so fucking good.”  When she’d sucked the taste of herself off his fingers,
he slicked them through her pussy again and put them in his own mouth. 

They were kissing her and
stroking her until she felt drunk on pleasure.  Finally, they cleaned her up
and pulled her clothes in place.  Max pulled her face to his, “You have no idea
how spectacular you are.  Riya.”  And he poured so much feeling into his deep
exploration of her mouth she was trembling. 

When he lifted his head,
Micah pulled her to him, “You are so giving to both of us, so hungry for both
of us.  All we want to do is please you, again and again until you can’t think
straight.  We already can’t think straight.”  He kissed her, his hand slipping
inside her shirt and fondling her tit. 

The extra thirty minutes
they took to get to the club ensured they were fashionably late.  When they
walked into the main entry, the hostess at the front looked her over
appreciatively. 

“Micah…Max, hello again.” 
She turned her full attention to Riya, “Aren’t you the most spectacular young
addition I’ve seen in ages?  You’re going to be very coveted, darling.  I’m
Natalia and if you need anything at all, do not hesitate to let me know.  Also,
should you go “Try” please let me know.” 

She nibbled her lip and
watched as they walked past, winking at Max when he caught her looking at Riya’s
ass.  She gestured them through two huge carved doors and turned back to her
station reluctantly. 

Riya looked at Micah, “Try? 
What does that mean?” 

Micah chuckled and Max had a
rather smug look on his face.

“It means even the women
want to feast on your fine pussy, love.  If you decide to ‘try anything’, so to
speak,” he told her, causing her to blush prettily. 

They pushed open both doors
and ushered her through them.  There was a huge main floor where there was
dancing and several bars.  Comfortable seating areas were set up for small
groups or large ones, scattered throughout. 

Staircases went up on both
sides, the men leading her to the right.  Micah was in front of her, holding
her hand while Max considerately kept his hand firmly on her ass as he walked
behind her.  At one point in the dark stairwell, he dipped his fingertips
between her legs beneath her skirt and kept her from falling.  She looked back
and smiled shyly.

The upstairs area held more
intimate seating areas with sectional sofas and soft lighting.  Bars were
placed conveniently through the space.  Pool tables were banked along the back
wall.  She caught sight of Blythe and Melody, edging in front of the men to hug
them. 

They held her out at arm’s
length and admired her outfit.  “My god, girl, you had quite the body hidden
under that formal gown,” Blythe told her frankly. 

“Um, yeah, you too, Blythe. 
You look amazing.  Why did God not grant me legs that long?”  Riya asked,
noting the sheer top, black leather skirt, and black bustier beneath.

Melody linked arms and
pulled them over to the men.  She worked a skintight black spandex sheath and
stilettos hard.  “I believe your legs are perfect.  We all have our little
extras.  Blythe and I have done nothing but talk about you for days…I’m sure
you had better things to do…minx, I can see you did.  If you hadn’t come out of
that den of iniquity tonight, Blythe and I were invading tomorrow.” 

Glaring at Micah and Max,
she added, “Good choice.  Our husbands have all been working but they’ve
absolutely promised to make it up to us tonight.  Penalty of death if there is
further neglect.”  Riya nodded to each of the men who stood as she approached
and casually eyed her. 

Blythe asked, “What do you
want to do first, Riya?  There are tons of rooms and dancing.  I think you need
a drink.”  She called over a server to take their order and the young man looked
at her, then quickly away.  She heard Micah snicker at her side.

“Our Riya has had the young
men going all night.  She has no clue.  Very strange she can’t see it.”  Micah
tugged her hair playfully then leaned in to whisper, “Dance with me, baby?”  She
nodded and kissed Max on her way by.  He headed to the DJ and made a couple of
requests. 

They danced, flying around
the floor.  Being able to see Riya’s legs move to the music added an entirely
new element to how good she was, the toned muscles flexing as she flowed from
one step change to another, dancing away with hands on her hips and sliding up
her body.  When the music ended, Micah held her flush against his body, holding
her knee up to his hip, the other behind her back. 

Riya had one hand on his
shoulder and the other on the back of his neck.  She used it to pull his face
to hers, their breathing coming fast and their hearts pounding.  She kissed him
urgently, then pulled back and bit his lower lip. 

He loosened his hold as a
Flo Rida song blasted through the speakers.  
Elevator
, one of Riya’s
favorites.  He spun her around, pulling her ass hard against his cock.  She had
one hand on his ass, the other above her head around his neck.  They rotated
slow together until the beat picked up, then mixed salsa on the fast steps,
grind on the bass. 

He guided her around him,
letting her perform for him, stroking him like a thoroughbred she wanted to
buy.  At one point she got really close, grabbed Micah’s crotch between them
and mouthed “mine” before turning and sliding her ass over him. 

When she stood in front of
him and rotated to the ground, then came back up still shaking her ass like she
was in a Nelly video, he knew he’d never been in love before Riya.  If he
wasn’t careful he’d be fucking her in the middle of the dance floor.  He was
actually grateful when everyone joined them. 

He kissed her and went to
get drinks.  She loved dancing with Blythe and Melody as
I Love Rock and
Roll
rocked the place.  They sang along and shook their asses as their men
watched in wonder. 

Riya pulled Max out to
salsa.  He guided her around the floor fast and smooth, spinning and dipping
her until she was breathless and unwilling to get too far from him.  He
couldn’t help but smile since the song was very descriptive of Riya. 

The song morphed into
London
Bridge
and she went off on him.  Grinding to the floor in front of him,
coming up slow with her nails skimming his legs and her breath going hot over
his cock before she blew it a kiss.  As the song ended she pulled him down and
whispered, “I miss you already” before she kissed him. 

Blythe and Melody wanted her
to show them how to drop low and she demonstrated by having them get in front
and behind her.  She guided them to the floor slowly, then back up. 

They practiced this a few
times and when
Don’t Cha
came on, they were laughing and dropping then
grinding back to their feet, everyone putting their own little touch to it. 

Tucking Melody to the front
of her body, Riya dropped her hands to her hips and guided her body movements
through a full song until she caught the rhythm herself.

Half the people in the club
surrounded the dance floor or watched from above.  Soon enough, Riya met almost
all the women and they had quite the grind and drop class going on.  When they
realized she was the author they loved so much, none of them would leave her
side.

She stopped dancing long
enough to kiss her men and get a drink.  If a great song came on, she motioned
to her Micah and Max, as she referred to them.  One or the other would come to
her, sweeping her around the floor, in between other dancing couples. 

It was Micah’s turn three
hours later when she simulated a strip tease for him.  He stalked her with the
steps from the rumba, pulling her to him and bending her entire upper body back
until her hair touched the floor.  Bringing her up slow and planting a kiss
between her breasts when the song ended.

Their group had grown by the
time Blythe and Melody held her hands and they all headed upstairs.  Melody
collapsed on Robert’s lap telling him she was going to need to work out more to
keep up with Riya’s dancing. 

Blythe said she’d do what
she could but was convinced she was going to have to do more watching than
participating.  “Girl, don’t your legs hurt?”  She asked Riya who was sitting
between her men, her legs over Micah’s lap. 

“No.  Since Tawny could
rarely get me out when she was able to talk me into leaving the house, we’d
dance for ten hours straight, only breaking for drinks…water for me since I’m
such a pathetic lightweight.  Otherwise, I danced every morning after my run. 
Shakira’s music is perfect for it and it works all the core muscle groups. 
Since I spend half my life in front of a computer, I could get lazy very
easily.” 

Four men were standing
behind the couch across the way listening closely to everything she had to
say.  Riya had been introduced to them on the dance floor, but was currently
blank. 

The big blond one asked, “Who’s
Tawny?  Is that a sister?”