The Barter System, page 5
He shook his head and washed his hair, “Because she’s so young. I’m way too old for her, Riya. I’d probably break her heart and never forgive myself. Or take the best years of her life before she realized it and resented me for it.”
“Whoa, you’re not the insecure type, which means she’s important.” She leaned into the shower, “You’re totally hot. You have the body of a twenty-year-old and the maturity of an older man. Women don’t want boys, Sean. She’s probably my age, which doesn’t make her too young to appreciate…everything you have to offer.” She ran her gaze over his cock and quirked her eyebrow. “I get you this week only because I called dibs…next week, go after her hard.”
He shrugged noncommittally but closed the door laughing. Riya grabbed her bag and moved into the bedroom to dress. Sighs at what appeared in the open garment bag couldn’t be helped. It was a flowing white dress with delicate beadwork and an empire waist. Just under her breasts, the delicate material dropped gracefully to her mid-thigh. She slipped on a new white thong and dropped the dress over her head. A bra would be unnecessary. As it settled over her body to just above her knee, she actually spun in front of the mirror to catch all sides. It was gorgeous.
Wait, he mentioned accessories. Oh goody.
She began pulling items from the Neiman Marcus bag. Generally, designer clothing and shoes didn’t even register, though Tawny was an expert. But Riya knew pretty. These were strappy and classically feminine, about three inches high and they went beautifully with the dress.
Slipping her feet into them, she took off for the second bathroom off the living room to dry her hair and dash on some lipstick. She left her hair loose, with two tiny braids pulling the hair back from her face. There was a beautiful amber bead necklace that fell delicately into her cleavage, picking up the color of the tiny beads on the bodice of the dress. A matching clutch would hold her ID and emergency items. By the time she was finished, she heard Sean’s footsteps in the kitchen. Suddenly shy, she practically tiptoed from the bathroom and turned off the light.
They caught sight of one another at the same time. He was wearing black slacks, a cream button-down shirt, and black dress shoes. There wasn’t a woman alive who could help being impressed. In return, he simply stared for a moment before coming over to take her hand and twirling her in a circle as he stood still watching.
“You look positively stunning, Riya.” His sincerity was obvious and so good for her ego. “Does everything fit comfortably?” At her nod, he added, “You’re almost the same size as my little sister. I hoped…I’m glad it fit.” They smiled at one another. “Tonight, I’m wining and dining you.”
Riya laughed, “You really don’t have to go to so much trouble. Honestly. I feel like I’ve completely disrupted things for you. Also, I don’t usually leave the house without Tawny holding me at knifepoint. I’d love to say I’m kidding about that but if you met her, you’d understand.”
He answered solemnly, “I take my position as host seriously. Besides, I’m enjoying myself much more than I anticipated. It floors me that you rarely go out, don’t date, and haven’t had sex in three years…do you have mirrors in your place?” She laughed and didn’t bother to answer any of it.
They left the kitchen and entered Sean’s garage. Sitting in the dim light from the kitchen door, Riya laid eyes on the most stunning black 1964 Corvette Stingray she’d ever seen. She stepped closer and peered at the more distinguished interior details of this model as well as the split rear window. “I can’t believe you have the ’64. Most people prefer the later 60’s but this year is my favorite. How long have you had her?”
Sean was watching her, surprise on his face. He said, “Well, this is definitely a surprise. Are you a Corvette enthusiast or classic cars in general?”
“I love all the classic muscle cars thanks to my dad, but have a special place in my heart for the ’64 Vette and ’69 Camaro SS.” She glanced longingly at the car behind her, “Please tell me you’re driving to dinner in this.”
He burst out laughing and stepped forward to open her door. “If I hadn’t planned to, the look on your face would have changed my mind.”
The garage doors lifted quietly and Sean turned the key. The sound of the engine revving gave Riya goose bumps. He reversed onto his street and smiled at her reaction, driving around aimlessly for longer than it would have taken them to get to the restaurant, listening in amazement at the questions his passenger posed about the car, the engine, and the restoration.
When they eventually arrived at the restaurant, Sean came around to open her door, offering his hand to help Riya out. He handed the keys and a healthy tip to the valet with a quiet plea to be careful.
Their reservations ensured them a quiet table looking out on another Orlando lake. Candlelight flickered between them as they drank their iced teas. Both of them chose steaks and settled back into conversation the moment the waiter turned away.
They talked about their childhoods and families, never hitting the awkward silence both had expected. When the food arrived they continued talking between bites. Sean ate a lot and happily finished the rest of the steak she couldn’t manage.
It was as if they’d known one another for years. They laughed and flirted, holding hands as they returned to the car. As he held the door for her, Sean said, “I’d originally planned to take you to a concert, but I think a drive would be better. What do you think?”
“The longer we’re in this car, the happier I am.” They drove with no particular destination in mind, talking and listening to music. He was thrilled Riya loved classic rock. “Should you listen to anything else in a car like this?” They sang along to the Rolling Stones, both admitting laughingly they shouldn’t.
When he stopped for gas, she got out to stand beside him. “What does this baby get, like eight miles to the gallon?”
“More like seven but it is so worth it. When it comes to this car, I forget the environment for just a little while. I try to make up for it by using all eco-friendly products in my house and business.” He looked at her and smiled, “You even look good in fluorescent lighting…at a crappy gas station in the middle of nowhere.”
Her blush gave her away immediately and she cursed it. A quiet “thank you” was all Riya could manage.
“You must be exhausted, it’s been a long day. How about we head back to the house and watch a movie?” At her nod, Sean capped the gas tank and both of them got back in the car.
It was very late when they pulled into his garage and he cut the engine. She leaned to kiss him. “Thank you for such a lovely evening.” He pulled her head closer and fell into the kiss. Before he could react, she climbed over the center console to straddle his lap and kissed him hungrily.
He was already hard for her and that knowledge gave her a sense of feminine power she’d never experienced.
She leaned back to stare into his eyes, surprised at how bold she felt. “I considered sitting beside you in the restaurant, but didn’t want to be tempted to misbehave under the table. I thought about blowing you while we were driving, but was afraid we’d wreck your beautiful car. But now we’re here and I want you. Is that alright?”
His answer was yanking her hard to his mouth as he slipped his hand roughly under the dress bunched around her hips. Tracing the lines of her thong and using both hands to knead her ass, the panties were soon a memory as Sean tore them away and dropped them on the passenger side. He slid the zipper on the dress down just enough to loosen the bodice.
Pulling the material away from her breasts, he took one nipple in his mouth and played with the other, rolling it in his fingers. The suction sent a shiver of feeling straight to Riya’s womb. She was wet and overheated, her own need ratcheting higher with each touch.
There was a moment of awkwardness as she wiggled Sean’s pants away and he rolled on the condom from his wallet. When she lowered onto him, taking him inside her pussy as quickly as she could, his head collapsed against the leather. She braced her hands on the back of the seat and took her time, setting a rhythm she liked and watching him.
Having him under her, sweat on his brow and both of them fully dressed, she whispered breathlessly, “Oh my god, I didn’t do this when I was a teenager…I had no idea this would be so hot.”
In a voice little more than a growl, he returned, “Riya, I did do this as a teenager and it was never this hot. Watching you ride me like this is making me even harder.”
Riya was unfamiliar with being aggressive, taking what she wanted from a sexual encounter. Her previous two lovers hadn’t been interested in her pleasure and usually sex had been over before she could examine how she felt about it. This was different. Sean’s entire approach to sex was new to her and he was obviously comfortable letting her take the lead.
Fully involved, participating on a level never allowed her before, she reveled in her freedom. His dick was hot and hard inside her, hitting deep within her body. After fewer than a dozen thrusts she was at the brink already, every muscle in her body coiled and expectant. Deliberately prolonging her climax as long as she could, Riya wanted to watch him.
Being in the car heightened every sensation, especially when the windows starting fogging up. The interior smelled of sweat, leather, and sex. There was tension in his muscles, his hands gripping her hips as she rode him.
His eyes stayed on hers, seeming to see more than anyone had before. Sensual male lips parted and he leaned forward to take a pebbled nipple into his mouth without breaking eye contact. They were both breathing hard and Riya wondered if her heart sounded as loud as it felt.
Clamping his teeth carefully around her nipple, she couldn’t hold back the groan of pleasure and he watched as her orgasm ripped free of her control and rocked through her. Riya moved her hands to his shoulders as her head fell back with the force of feeling. Tightening his hands and suckling her more firmly, he thrust up into her twice more and came with a loud groan.
It seemed like a long time before either of them could move or speak. At last, she lifted her face and smiled at him. His answer was a possessive kiss, his hand clutching the back of her head to keep her trapped against his mouth.
When they broke away, able to breathe again, Sean opened the driver’s side door and helped Riya climb out first, giving him an unintentional glimpse of her bare ass before the dress settled around her again. She shrugged the delicate material from her shoulders and stepped out of it gracefully.
When he moved from the car, he tossed the used condom in the trash. Sean toed off his shoes and left them with his socks on the garage floor. She turned to walk into the house, dropping the lovely dress on the kitchen counter, wearing nothing but the strappy heels as she crossed his living room.
Never in her life had she allowed her inner self free like this. Her heart was pounding and she fought down her natural shyness. Knowing he was watching her walk naked through his house was like nothing she’d ever experienced.
He pulled his shirt off and threw it over the back of the couch. Pants and briefs were shed down the hall and he never took his eyes off the view of Riya’s naked ass in front of him. He stalked her like an animal ready to mount its’ mate. By the time they reached the bedroom, he’d removed his heavy dive watch and had another condom in his hand. The bathroom light cast ambient shadows through the connecting door.
Riya walked to the side of the bed and placed her palms on the mattress as she bent over invitingly, glancing over her shoulder. Sean stopped to stare at her taut body, dark hair falling around her, shapely legs ending in high heels. He didn’t know if he’d ever been so hard before.
She looked at him seriously and said, “This time, I am trying…is it working?”
Chapter Four
She watched Sean cross the room with intent, recognizing she was the prey and he the predator. He took his time, never taking his eyes off her. He rolled the condom over the head of his cock and approached.
When he was close, he reached out and ran a strong hand from her shoulder, down the ridge of her spine, to her ass. He squeezed first one cheek, then the other, in no hurry. His hand slipped around her hip to her mound, lightly brushing it before coasting up her stomach to her breasts. Squeezing firmly, he stroked up to her shoulder and left his hand there.
Riya could feel the slickness from their time in the car on her inner thigh. She was completely turned on in a way she’d never been before, her body tingling and hot. His frank exploration of her body caused a quivering inside her she couldn’t control.
She held her breath as he moved behind her, gripping her hip with his other hand as he positioned himself against her pussy. He slid in slowly then didn’t move.
Leaning forward, he ran his hands around and cupped her breasts in his palms, tweaking the nipples roughly. It seemed the air in her lungs simply left, leaving her lightheaded.
She wanted him now, rocking back and wiggling her ass against him, but he wasn’t having it. He slapped one ass cheek lightly in warning. One hand still cupped her swollen breast as the other moved down her ribcage to her abdomen, massaging her as he went but not moving inside her.
When she felt Sean’s hand sliding lower still, two fingers going to work circling over her clit, she thought she’d scream with impatience. She began to grind her ass into him, feeling his body clench tight behind her, earning another spank, slightly harder this time, against her other ass cheek.
Riya moved one hand between her spread legs, cupping and kneading the balls pressed snugly against her. His groan was music to her ears but he gave her cheek another hot pat that caused her to suck air between her teeth.
Flipping her long hair out of her way, sending it cascading over her back, she glanced over her shoulder and met his eyes. His were glazed over now from pure lust, as she suspected hers were as well. His eyes were full green, boring into her.
“Fuck. Me. Now.” Squeezing his sac again to emphasize her demand. He smiled but it was calculating. He gathered her hair in his fist, gripping her shoulder with the other hand. Then he pulled back and slammed into her, and it took both hands and all her strength to keep her balanced on the edge of the bed.
His cock stroked against her womb with each thrust. “Sean…please don’t stop!” The grip his hands had on her was hard, not giving her any chance to move as he pounded in and out of her as if it was a matter of life or death.
Because they’d just had sex, Sean had no trouble maintaining control and it was obvious he planned on fucking her for a long time. His sweat dripped onto her back, joining her own as it slid erotically down her spine and over the slope of her ass.
When he finally let her come, she threw her head back, screaming as her legs shook. Impossibly, he sped up, fucking her even harder, holding her tighter as she felt him expand inside her.
Her inner walls sucked at him, gripped at him and he was coming with her name growled from his lips.
He slowed his rhythm but didn’t stop, letting her pussy milk every drop from him as another orgasm sliced unexpectedly through Riya’s body. Arms no longer able to hold her up, she rested her forearms on the bed. Sean laid his forehead against her back, their sweat mingling and breathing coming in hard gasps. The pounding of his heart against her back matched the erratic beat of her own.
It took a long time for them to steady enough to trust their legs to support them. He slipped his cock from her and Riya slipped the heels off while he got rid of the condom. They climbed into bed, pulling the comforter over their damp and cooling bodies. Strong arms held her against him, safe and satiated.
She nuzzled into his side, the scent of sex heavy in the room, and Sean whispered, “Yes, it worked. Oh my god, did it work.” A soft kiss brushed across her lips was the last thing she remembered.
Sunlight woke her and Riya was disoriented when she opened her eyes. Then she remembered everything and stretched in satisfaction. There was a steaming cup of coffee next to the bed she now had to herself. Sitting up, she stretched again and carried the coffee with her into the bathroom.
Once she showered, Riya pulled on his robe and did some work on her laptop before padding down the hall to the kitchen.
Sean stood there in cotton pajama pants, his hair still damp from his shower. He was slicing fresh fruit and she was taken aback at how much her body wanted him again. Her muscles were sore but she felt wonderful.
He caught her from the corner of his eye and turned to her with a smile. “Good morning, fair lady. Sleep well?” His crooked grin showed his dimples and she smiled back.
“Like the dead…you?” There was a bowl of cut pineapple, kiwi, and strawberries. She wondered how long he’d been awake. All evidence of their clothing trail was gone from the night before. She put down her coffee cup, suddenly shy.
He pulled her further into the kitchen and lifted her to the countertop. “I haven’t slept that well in fifteen years. Or so long. You are very good for me, it seems.” He planted a loud kiss on her lips. “We’re going boating today, if that’s alright with you.” He stood between her knees, giving her bites of fresh fruit as they talked.
