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Hot Dirty Love (Copperline Book 5)

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by Sibylla Matilde


  She kissed and tasted her way down my abs, and, for only a split second, my body resisted as she wedged herself between my legs, pushing them gently apart. With a long sweep of her tongue down my length, she coaxed my thighs further open, making me feel exposed, even in the darkness.

  Her ethereal caresses trailed up to my balls, cupping, gently massaging as her head slowly lowered and rose. Her mouth felt amazing. Her touch mind-numbing. Her throat tightened around the head of my dick as she let out a quick choking sound, but she pulled back for a breath and dove back in.

  Suddenly, I realized her fingertip teased the rim of my asshole. A ragged groan burst from my throat. She didn’t push inside or pull away, just toyed with the incredibly sensitive skin. Down along the path from my nads and back to my ass while she continued to fuck me slowly with her mouth.

  Every second that she touched me made me want it a little more. I was so uncomfortable, yet I started to crave the slip of her finger into me. I was raging hard, and my balls were painfully tight, as though I hadn’t had sex in weeks when I’d just shot off my load less than an hour ago.

  She lifted her head, breathing hot gasps over my cock as the silk of her hair swept over my hipbone. “Do you want me to, Justin?”

  Fuck. Yes.

  But my throat couldn’t make a sound other than a rough groan. My ability to speak had fled, leaving me mumbling incoherently.

  Fuck. Please, my mind begged. Please…

  “Tell me…”

  “Yes…” I managed to croak out.

  She traced her tongue down past my balls and wet her finger with saliva, then took my dick into her mouth once more as she slowly, firmly worked her finger inside me.

  Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

  A-fucking-mazing.

  Her touch held still, allowing my body to absorb the intruding digit while her mouth gently nobbed me off. The familiar stroke of her tongue helped settle the instinctive panic of just where her hand was. Of how wrong and right it all felt. A gentle pull and push of her finger jolted that trepidation back, but her lips once again soothed all my misgivings.

  Deep inside, her finger pressed firmly against my inner wall, rubbing a little circle in one spot that I thought was going to kill me off. I damn near died. Right then and there. Such an incredible blissful pressure that robbed me of any thought.

  “Oh fucking God,” I gasped.

  She pressed harder, slow and firm, making every muscle in my body tense up. Her finger worked my ass with a gentle rhythmic motion. I felt her gag reflex kick in, and she swallowed it back. I couldn’t stop the surge of heat. It all boiled up inside me so fast, encouraged by little moans in her throat that vibrated along the length of my dick. By the budding deluge of sensation with every stroke of her finger. Time stopped. The world stood still as I exploded in her mouth and down her throat.

  The room spun in the darkness. Her tongue lazily swept along the underside of my dick down to my balls, then back up to the tip where the warmth of her mouth once again closed over me. Over and over, her lips dusted up and down my length. I could only lay there completely stunned as she savored the taste of my release. As she coaxed me back out of the overwhelming bliss.

  I don’t even know how long we lay there in silence before I felt her kiss her way back up my abs and chest. My body felt boneless, my muscles like jelly. She lay her head on my shoulder and rest her hand low on my stomach. Innocently like she hadn’t just been devirginizing my ass into a mind boggling climax.

  I could barely open my eyes, and even then, the room was so dark it didn’t do much good. Breathing out a long, slow, languorous sigh, I turned my head to whisper into her hair.

  “Just for the record, I don’t usually shoot off quite that fast.”

  I felt a smile where her cheek lay on my chest. “I’m aware. I’ve got first-hand experience from you fucking me right off the bed.”

  Okay, she didn’t doubt my staying power. Whew!

  “What you just did to me was…” My mind couldn’t quite seem to focus on words. “I just can’t even… Remember how you fainted from fucking?”

  “Yeah,” she replied.

  “I think it’s my turn.”

  “All from a finger up your butt,” she whispered, causing another faint shiver to roll through me.

  “That… that was something…” I sounded so lame, but I couldn’t summon up anything cool to say. My brain had melted.

  “Maybe next time, we can try something bigger than my finger.”

  If I hadn’t been practically unconscious, that would have made my ass yelp in fear. Seriously.

  But, as it was, as blown away as I was by a seriously phenomenal orgasm, I couldn’t even muster up a whimper. I was too exhausted and elated, unable to do so much as feel a twinge of apprehension at her suggestion. I was too far gone, falling fast asleep.

  The sun peeked over the mountaintops and the early morning eastern sky blazed pink and then gold, bathing the room in warmth.

  She was awake. I could feel each brush of her lashes with every blink. Her fingernails caressed a pattern along the muscles of my shoulder and down my arm. At long last, she lifted her head to peer down at me.

  “Have you told Cole?” she asked. “About the video?”

  I shook my head. “Not yet. Just you. I’m not sure how to reach him. He works a few weeks on and a few weeks off in the Bakken fields. Not sure if he’s even in town at the moment.”

  “What are his usual haunts?”

  “I’ve only ever really seen him at parties. Once at the Copperline.” Where we spit-roasted a cougar… but I didn’t add that bit.

  I thought for a moment, trying to figure out if I knew anyone who might be able to reach him. “I can ask a few people. He should probably know it’s out there.”

  “It’s weird to think…” she trailed off.

  “What?”

  “That it’s out there. That we are providing inspiration for mastubators everywhere.”

  “I don’t even know what to do about it.”

  “I don’t know that there’s anything we can do. Once it’s out there, it’s out there.”

  “You okay? Do you feel… I dunno, violated or something?”

  She laughed softly. “I should. The logical part of me keeps telling me I should be horrified.” She quietly paused, deep in thought, like there was more. More she didn’t know if she should share.

  “But?” I prompted.

  Her eyes met mine, and they were hot. “But I think I kinda like it,” she softly admitted. “Watching it last night, knowing others watched it… that they watched us… kinda does something to me.”

  “Too bad we didn’t record last night then,” I grinned. “Hopefully nobody we know will see it, though.”

  “Didn’t someone you know tell you about it?”

  “Shit,” I groaned, “you’re right. I almost wish our faces were blurred, but…”

  “But what?”

  “You’re fucking gorgeous, and when you come…” I shook my head at the memory. “I’m glad I can replay that over and over.”

  She laughed.

  “Seriously,” I continued. “Even now, with my body bruised and battered from falling on the stairs and fucking you right off the bed, I’m ready for round three.”

  I rolled our bodies so I was on my side, her lying on her back beside me. I had an opportunity, as the winter sun rose slowly in the east, to study her, and I gently slipped the flannel sheet down to reveal her full breasts. Her nipples were somewhat pale, darkening a bit as they hardened in the cool air right before my eyes. My hand traced the outer curve of one swell and down her waist to rest on her soft, pale stomach where I traced imaginary lines on her skin.

  “Do you have any classes today?” I asked, watching my hand skim over her smooth abdomen, drawing up goosebumps.

  “No,” she breathed.

  “Good,” I muttered. “It’s Friday, so I’m due at the Copperline this afternoon, but I don’t plan to let you up for a b
it yet.”

  My eyes lifted from her hot little body to meet her gaze, witnessing the hunger that simmered inside her. Her lips lifted at the corners with a naughty smile.

  “Works for me.”

  Then she gasped as my fingers dipped lower, into the sweetness between her thighs and neither of us said much more for a long while as we quite simply fucked the day away.

  “Well,” Rain said quietly as she pulled on her coat that afternoon and gave me a long, melancholy look, “back to the real world.”

  I frowned down at her. “You say that with a fair amount of finality.”

  “It kinda has to be, doesn’t it? We’ll get in trouble.” She took a deep breath and exhaled, long and slow before continuing. “It should be easier, though. We’ve scratched the itch.”

  “I dunno,” I said with a raised eyebrow. “I’m still pretty fuckin’ itchy, and standing up in front of you each day in class is killing my nuts.”

  She smiled a little, but then looked away and swallowed. “I’m going to drop your class.”

  Fuck.

  “You can’t,” I said with a shake of my head. “If you drop, you won’t graduate. My class is a requirement for your degree.”

  “I don’t think I have any other choice.”

  We had to think of another option. She couldn’t throw it all away. That was totally unfair to her.

  Plus, there was another part of me, a selfish part, that didn’t want to be robbed of my connection with her. That tie that bound us Monday through Thursday at three o’clock every week.

  “Besides,” she continued, “I’m not sure I can be trusted. I pretty much begged you to fuck me.”

  “Actually,” I attempted to tease with a wry smile, “you totally begged me to fuck you.”

  “Right,” she agreed, ignoring my sorry comment and rather using it as some fucked up reason why she shouldn’t finish.

  “Rain, I’m the one in the position of power. I’m the one who should have said no. I should have come forward a long time ago when I first realized who you were.”

  “And if you come forward now? Best case scenario, you get your hands slapped, but you could lose your job.”

  “It’s a job.”

  “Justin, you’re an amazing teacher.”

  “It’s a job,” I repeated in exasperation. “It’s not my calling. It’s not something I ever aspired to be. It’s something I fell into because I was too lazy to go out into the field after I graduated.”

  “What would you do?”

  “Don’t know. Go out into the field, I guess.”

  “Would you leave Ophir? Leave your band?”

  “Might not have much choice, but I’m not letting you take the fall. If I even think you’re gonna drop, I confess and resign.”

  “You can’t do that,” she argued. “Your students need you to teach them. They don’t need me running in late every day disrupting you.”

  “I’d imagine Glenn will take over my classes. Everyone will still get their education… including you.”

  “Justin—”

  “I mean it, Rain. This is too important, and you need to stick it out and graduate. What kind of a dick would I be if I let you drop? You pay to be there.”

  “Fine,” she muttered, crossing her arms over her ample chest as she leaned back against the wall by the door. “We don’t tell at all then.”

  “If we don’t tell, though, and are found out,” I began, “your grades could be called into question.”

  “But that’s only if we keep doing this, right? Policy says repetitive. It’s the repetition of it that will put us in jeopardy.”

  “You read the policy?”

  “Just fucking around on the web one night,” she shrugged. “I got curious.”

  She totally looked up the policy. She’d wanted me bad enough to check on that.

  “And you think we should stop?” I asked. “That we shouldn’t fuck anymore.”

  She didn’t answer, but looked down, toying with her hands.

  “And how’s that been working for you? Because I pretty much want to fuck you every time I see you, and you’re always hot and wet and gagging for it.”

  “Justin—”

  “Seriously. Before last night, I hadn’t had sex in well over two weeks. Two fucking weeks. That’s a bit of an eternity for me.”

  “Your groupies at the Copperline must be slacking.”

  “I’ve been turning them down.”

  Even Rain, as little as she knew me personally, looked shocked by that as I went on.

  “The why of it is even more troublesome.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t think I want to know the why.”

  I closed in on her, laying my hands flat on the wall on either side of her head. My gaze locked on her lips as she swallowed hard. Her breathing picked up, becoming labored as I closed in.

  “All I can think about is you,” I murmured. “I want to fuck you.”

  “I know you want to fuck me.”

  “No, I mean I really, really want to fuck you. All the time.”

  “I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

  “I don’t want you to drop my class.”

  Stalemate.

  I felt an excited shiver course through her as she weighed our lack of options.

  “You know,” I began, trying another tactic, “Denny bought me a pocket pussy.”

  She choked out a startled laugh. “What?”

  “No shit,” I chuckled, but then I moved closer, leaning down to almost kiss her as I continued in a low tone. Her humor quieted as I locked my gaze with hers. “The real fuck of it all is that I use the damn thing—twice a day—and I’m still like a rock at just the mere thought of you.”

  “You’re not making this very easy.”

  “I even named it Rain.”

  She laughed once again and leaned her head back on the wall, closing her eyes. I’d talked girls into bed long enough that I knew the signs of a weakening resolve.

  She took a deep breath and exhaled, looking back into my eyes.

  “We have to keep it quiet,” she finally whispered.

  My cock sprang to life, jerking up in my jeans like it was jumping for joy.

  “I won’t tell a soul,” she continued. “You’ve got even more to lose than I do, so I’m guessing you won’t either.” She studied my eyes, her dark brown depths narrowing slightly as she cupped my jaw in her hand. “But I do want to fuck you, too, Professor Dorsey. I do want to fuck you… all the time…”

  Well, that did it.

  We definitely had to get her a schoolgirl outfit now.

  And with that scorching mental image, I nailed her once more, hard and fast up against the wall, before she left my house.

  Friday night at the Copperline came and went, eventfully uneventful.

  I discreetly turned down Pauline, knowing Rain would be showing up at my house shortly after three o’clock in the morning. After the bar closed and all the Mofos’ gear was packed away. After I made the ten-mile drive back home to Ophir like a drunk on his way to the liquor store.

  And, sure enough. I’d had time for a quick bite, and then she was there and we were buck-ass naked and doing all kinds of wild and crazy shit all over my house. We fucked and dozed and fucked some more.

  Pretty much nonstop until Saturday afternoon when I got a text from Cole.

  A few Copperline regulars tended to show up at the orgytastic parties where I’d run into Cole, so in between sets on stage the night before, I had asked about him. I’d given my number to a few, hoping I was being somewhat subtle.

  One of them came through for me.

  Rain sat cross-legged on my kitchen countertop enveloped in a dark green Tech hoodie of mine that hit her low on the thighs when she stood. She balanced a bowl of Lucky Charms in her lap, and I stood before her eating one of my own. It seemed so weirdly normal as we refueled on the fastest and easiest food I had in my cupboard.

  A transient thought burrowed into m
y brain, making me wonder if this was how it felt to have someone in your life, but I peevishly pushed it away.

  I looked at Rain again and, instead of feeling the comfort of having someone there, I felt the rise of my dick as she looked up at me and placed the spoon in her mouth. With a naughty twinkle in her eye, she licked her lips. I set down my bowl and reached for hers with every intent to lay her out flat on the countertop. To strip the sweatshirt from her and decorate her luscious curves with all the little marshmallows from the cereal. I figured if they were slightly wet, they’d stick to her skin, allowing me to slowly eat them off her one by one. I wanted to drip the milk over her hardened nipples, watching them tighten with the chill before I sucked them clean.

  That was my last thought before my phone buzzed. Rain and I both glanced down at it to see an unfamiliar number with a message preview that began, “This is Cole…”

  My stomach lurched as I texted him back to let him know we needed to talk.

  When and where?

  His response, simple and clear popped up on the screen as I held it so Rain could read it, too.

  She shrugged. “Here and now?”

  I nodded and texted him back, giving him my address. He was quick to reply.

  20 minutes

  Rain quickly changed back into her dress, a casual little button-up thing she’d shown up in the night before. Easy access, she’d murmured as she had ripped open the buttons on my doorstep to reveal her lack of anything else underneath.

  She’d clearly come with one goal in mind.

  Now she sat demurely on my couch as we waited for Cole. I tried not to think about how she was still naked underneath while I paced back and forth across the cavernous greatroom in my house, but at least that distracted me from wondering how Cole would take the news. I wasn’t nervous, really. I didn’t get nervous. I was way too fucking awesome to get nervous.

 

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