Hot Dirty Love (Copperline Book 5)

by Sibylla Matilde

  It was all so wicked and forbidden…

  …and I fucking loved it.

  Cole began to increase the speed and force of his thrusts, gaining momentum until he was fluidly fucking my ass. He leaned down and bit hard over the corded muscles at the base of my neck, and that extra shot of pain sent a jolt of pure bliss through me.

  “Fuck yeah,” he breathed against my skin.

  “Oh fuck,” I hoarsely groaned as I buried my face in Rain’s hair.

  “Oh, God,” she gasped in my ear. “Yes… yes…”

  Cole leaned down, still slamming into me, to kiss Rain hard over my shoulder. So animalistic it triggered my orgasm, and I shouted, a low, guttural groan. My body shook violently as the force of it ripped through me. Cole’s weight lifted slightly, and I vaguely felt Rain’s kiss trail down my cheek to my lips, breathing life into my shattered body. Her body trembled, ripples of pleasure coursing through her small frame to milk me dry.

  For just a moment, Cole slowed, meticulously savoring my shaking response. Drawing out the wild sensation rushing through my bloodstream.

  I turned my head from Rain, and he leaned down and kissed me, pressing deep and holding tight. The invasive sweep of his tongue took my breath away. His muscles vibrated with his own unsatiated need to come, and he broke off the kiss to suddenly start driving back into me without abandon, harder and faster than before. Making me feel so deliciously used and weak. Rain’s hands held my face, her dark eyes locked onto mine, keeping me with her as Cole finally groaned his own end and fell back to sit on his knees.

  Labored breathing echoed around the large room. Rain’s trembling body beneath mine drew me back into consciousness… somewhat. Enough to stroke my fingertip down her cheek and trail on to her shoulder.

  “Did you come?” I murmured in a deep, hoarse voice. I vaguely remembered her writhing and sobbing beneath me, but it was all so jumbled and fantastic.

  “About a million times,” she breathed with a tremulous smile, eyes closed. Spent.

  So fucking beautiful that I couldn’t help but kiss her as Cole lay down on his side next to us, resting his hand on my lower back.

  And for a little while, we all just lay there and soaked up the afterglow.

  The pictures were Cole’s idea.

  It started with a not-so-innocent comment. His musing how hot it was to gaze upon us, my hips still pressed tight between Rain’s silky thighs, feeling the cool touch of air on my balls, completely drenched from her repeated orgasms. Her dainty feet flush against the backs of my calves. The contrast of her softness and my sculpted muscles.

  Before we realized what he was doing, he had grabbed his phone, leaned back slightly, and taken a picture, then showed us the image.

  Our faces weren’t in the frame, but rather just our shoulders down. He’d set it to have a vignette filter to darken the edges. Almost black and white, but not quite. The lack of color made the shadows pop, made the glow of Rain’s skin look like satin. Her softness melted into my rigid body. A touch of side-boob being caressed by my thumb as my hand cradled her ribs.

  It was really fucking hot.

  He sat up, moving down towards our feet and coaxing Rain’s bare leg to the side to take another one. This one showed me still inside her, the faintest gleam of her gushing arousal glistening in the low light.

  Seeing that one made Rain’s pussy tighten around me. Coaxing some life back into a dick I’d really thought was down for the count.

  He told me to kiss her breast and snapped a close-up of my lips closing around her nipple. Another of my teeth bared, nipping at the hardened bud, as her fingernails dug into my shoulder. And one more of my hand cupping the soft swell of flesh.

  Then he had me lay back with Rain’s fingers splayed out low on my hips, the tip of her tongue trailing up the length of my cock. Close up so only the tiniest bits of her face were in view. The tip of her nose, her full lips and tongue. A thick lock of her hair curtained off much more.

  He was careful to avoid capturing our full faces, instead focusing on the abstract caresses. The goosebumps rising on our skin. The tangle of limbs.

  He was as talented behind the lens as he was in the sack.

  He moved around behind Rain, her sweet pussy on full display in all of its glorious wetness, then another with his fingers stroking her deep. She arched, and the dimples low on her back caught the shadows.

  He had me recline on the couch, my fully revitalized dick in my hand, pumping my fist around it a few times. He pulled Rain into his arms, her back to his front, to show her how he zoomed in. How he found just the right angle. The perfect combination of shadows and light.

  Rain gave it a go, and his hands roamed over her luscious curves while she studiously tried to master his technique. She gave it her full attention until a drop of fresh cum beaded up on the end of my dick, at which point she handed the phone back to Cole and crawled on her hands and knees towards me. Her erect nipples grazed my thighs as her dainty fingertip touched the clear fluid, toying with it. Her wet tongue darted out to taste me, stringing a trail of saliva as she slowly pulled away.

  All digitally captured by Cole.

  He took pictures of Rain alone, her own fingers spreading her pussy lips apart and dipping inside. Swiping wide circles around her clit.

  This time, he showed me what to do. How to move in and his methods for capturing the eroticism that hovered about the room. With a slick stroke of his tongue to wet his palm, he gripped my dick as I aimed the lens at Rain, and his hold tightened with each stroke up and down as she began to take herself higher. Her moans began to grow deeper, more fervent. He left me with the camera to replace her hand with his mouth, and I moved closer to catch the detail of his tongue teasing her. His shoulders were down and his ass was up, and, without a second thought, I shifted the lens to photograph my finger running up the narrow channel of skin from his balls to his ass. My thumb pressed over his opening, and he groaned deep and harsh with a firm push up to my touch. His vocalization must have caused a tremendous vibration because Rain’s thighs quivered and tensed for a second, then shook as waves of ecstasy washed through her.

  I got a close-up of her lips gasping in release. Another of Cole sweeping his tongue deep inside her. Then he turned, the scent of her orgasm all over his face, and kissed me to share her rich, creamy flavor.

  Long into the night we played. Thoughtlessly, the three of us under some spell where the forbidden became vital. At long last, we made it up to my room, Rain crashed against my chest on one side, Cole sprawled out and facing me on the other.

  And in a weird moment of clarity just before I dozed off, I felt almost complete.

  Cole left just before it got light. I vaguely remembered him murmuring something in my ear, asking me how my ass was and telling me he’d text me the pics for my spank bank. I then had the hazy recollection of his sculpted naked form leaving my room to find his clothes and head out. For all of it, I was so somnolent that I could barely respond. Instead I just pulled Rain closer and fell back to an exhausted slumber.

  Somehow after that weekend of carnal bliss, things seemed easier. Rain still distracted me in class, but now I had the knowledge that I’d get to nail her at the end of the day. That Cole might show up, as he often did when he was in town, to explore this bizarre ménage thing we couldn’t quite seem to control.

  Not that we wanted to. Not really.

  I went about my weekdays like before. Classes and meetings. Practice with the band who audibly noticed some of my grouchy growliness had eased up. Denny attributed it to his gift, and I just laughed and let him. The last thing I needed was their shit for the situation I found myself in.

  But the night had taken on a whole new light. Depraved and carnal, feeding into itself and building into an overwhelming force of nature.

  There was so little we didn’t do.

  More photos.

  Rain’s breasts striped with our cum. Cole’s lips savoring my dick. My fingers plunged deep ins
ide Rain’s body, two in her pussy with my pinky in her ass.

  Even some video.

  The slow motion of my cock pumping in and out of Rain, quiet slaps of moisture intermingling with her moans.

  Me going down on Cole. Watching that video later burned the moment into my mind. The smooth texture of his dick. The scent of his skin. I’d been close to a dude’s junk before, but there was always pussy right there to draw me away. Maybe I had been intentionally distracted, not really feeling free to let my freak flag fly. I’d tasted Cole’s precum off his fingertips and even my own. I’d licked his release from Rain’s skin, rising up to kiss her and share in the erotic taste, but I never had it full-on shooting down my throat.

  It was intoxicating.

  We even set up a camera to record my first time taking Cole’s ass, an event in itself. As I sat there staring at him bent over, I wondered if I really had the balls to do this. Weirdly, I felt like it was one thing to have a guy do it to me. That way, I could kind of tell myself it just kind of happened. I could tell myself that I just lay there passively while Cole fucked me.

  But for me to do it to him, I was the one taking the active role. I was the one staring at his nuts as Rain added a little extra lube to my condom-covered dick. She squeezed and stroked me long and hard and practically kissed me into a coma. Then she guided the tip of my cock to his ass and pushed gently against my lower back to coax me inside him.

  Tight… like a woman, but… not.

  Holy fuck, I thought to myself in a sudden panic, I’m fucking a dude. I am seriously fucking a dude. My friends aren’t going to believe this.

  Shit!

  I can’t let my friends know about this.

  They would disown me. They’d kick me out of the Mofos. I’d become a social pariah.

  But Rain did what Rain always did. In the blink of an eye, she made everything okay again.

  She pressed her naked body up against mine, her softness melting into my tense, muscular frame. She kissed away the nervous fear of judgment that suddenly consumed me. As I knelt there frozen and wondering if I should keep going or not, she brought me back into the moment. Her own moans and sighs echoed Cole’s desperate gasps and fueled my passion. She was totally getting turned on by this, and it did some wild shit to me. Even though Cole’s grunts and movements were hot as fuck, there was still that resistant anxiety pulling me back. Yet Rain’s eager intensity kept my dick from wilting right out of Cole’s ass.

  Her kisses trailed down my chest to bite my skin while her fingers crept beneath Cole to jack him off. I could feel when she grabbed him, the tight clench of his ass as he rocked into her caress and back up to take my cock. I held still and allowed him to fuck himself against me. I savored the soft, wet brush of her tongue and the sharp nip of her teeth.

  She ended up on top of him before it was through. I couldn’t take it anymore. Her touch was killing me. Combined with the unyielding pressure of Cole’s ass, I felt like I was going to lose it way too soon, so grabbed her and jerked her onto his strong, broad back. Facing me with her legs spread wide so I could bang the fuck out of her with my fingers. When she came, she came hard and wet, soaking Cole where I penetrated him. My thrusts turned frenzied, ramming into him with a furious rhythm until he roared with his climax and blew all over my sheets. He collapsed, Rain sprawled out on top of him, gasping for breath, and I whipped off the condom and decorated them with long streams of thick, warm cum, just like Cole had done to Rain and I that very first night.

  Jesus, it was all so fucking addictive.

  Nothing but trouble would come of it all, of that I was certain. Yet I couldn’t resist it. I couldn’t bring myself to even think about the ramifications. Instead, I subliminally refused to believe there would be any. I told myself we could keep it quiet. We could avoid the fallout if the shitstorm never hit.

  So we continued, clandestine, yet totally uninhibited in private.

  And in amongst the long, blissful sessions of wild monkey sex, a little bit of ourselves began to seep into the mix.

  “My guess is you’ve got daddy issues.”

  The three of us naked in my bed as I hypothesized how Rain could be so calm and innocent-appearing at school, yet scorchingly passionate between the sheets. Or up against a wall. In the shower. Pretty much anywhere that wasn’t school, actually.

  “I’m a slut because I have daddy issues?” she laughed.

  “You’re not a slut.”

  “Right,” she laughed and looked over at Cole who had settled on his side with his shoulder propped up by his arm. “I am totally a slut. You see it, right?”

  “Aren’t we all,” he grinned back.

  “You are,” I teased him, then glanced back at Rain. “You, though, I’d describe you as… a free spirit.”

  She laughed. “That is a very nice way of admitting I’m a slut.”

  “I’m not admitting shit. You just love… love.”

  “I love sex. Love… not so much.”

  “Loving sex doesn’t make you a slut.”

  She narrowed her eyes and looked up at me. “Do you remember how we met?”

  “Is this a trick question?” I countered. I shot a glance at Cole. “Chicks are always asking questions.”

  Rain tapped my chest with her fingernail, drawing me back to look at her. “I met you by fucking you… both of you. I didn’t even know either one of your names.”

  “You knew mine,” I argued with a shake of my head and a cocky smile.

  “I did not. I didn’t know who you were until I saw you in class.”

  “You did, too. You whispered it to me as you kissed me that night.”

  “He’s right,” Cole interjected. “I heard it, too.”

  “But even if you hadn’t,” I continued, “so what?”

  “So what? Like that’s not slutty? What the fuck is your basis for comparison?”

  I looked at Cole, then back to Rain, holding my arm out to the side to present my naked self to her. “Me. I’m my basis for comparison. You, though… I don’t know, you’re just really nice.”

  “I think my behavior qualifies as a little more than being nice.”

  “That’s not really what I meant. I meant slutty people generally have some kind of ulterior motive. Something that they’re trying to get, so they skeeve their way to the prize. You’re not like that.”

  “How do you know? Maybe I’m just sleeping with you to get good grades.”

  “Yeah, nah. I don’t buy that. You slept with me before you knew I was going to be your teacher.”

  “Maybe I was stalking you.”

  Cole nodded. “She might be telling the truth. I’ve heard about shit like that.”

  “See?” Rain exclaimed. “I knew I wouldn’t do very good in your class, so I looked you up. I sat there night after night on the computer studying pictures of you, and if you don’t give me an A, I’ll go all Fatal Attraction on your ass.”

  I laughed deep in my chest and shook my head. “Bullshit. I’ve had all kinds of pussy, even psycho pussy. Psycho pussy can be kinda fun, for a while, but you’re so not psycho pussy.”

  She twisted her lips in a wry smile. “For someone who’s so jaded, you’re awfully trusting.” Her hand cupped my cheek, and her eyes turned a little serious. “I’m almost sorry I don’t have any deep dark secrets to tell you guys.”

  I stared at her in mock awe, like I was astounded by her normalcy. “You mean you don’t have daddy issues or anything? Did you get the pony?”

  “What pony?” she laughed.

  I looked over at Cole, but he just shrugged with a blank look on his face. “You got me, man. I have no clue where you’re going with this.”

  “Chicks always want a pony,” I explained with a roll of my eyes and turned back to Rain. “Daddy didn’t buy you a pony, so you’re a little fucked in the head.”

  “Oh my God,” she said, feigning awe and shock as she played right along, “you’re right. Ever since I can remember, my dad has promised
me a pony.”

  “And you never got it,” I lamented.

  “Never.” Her face fell in mock heartbreak. “He was always trying to raise money to save some wetlands or something, but never for a pony.”

  “The environment meant more than your happiness,” Cole joined in. “That’d do it. That would fuck with you.”

  “I know, right?” she nodded at him before glancing back to me. “That’s it. You figured it out. I actually am fucked up. Who knew?”

  “I’ll send you a bill.”

  “Or, Professor Badass,” she whispered, moving closer, “maybe I could find some other way to repay you. I’m a poor, starving grad student, after all. Do you think I could work it off?”

  “What did you have in mind?” I asked as my dick perked up like a phoenix rising from the ashes. Never fucking took long with these two around.

  “Anything,” she murmured, reaching back for Cole’s hand and coaxing him closer as well. “Anything you and your friend want. I’m all yours.”

  And she was. She followed all our directions to a T.

  I got a call late on a Thursday night. Cole had left as he tended to do before the night drifted into morning. Rain was crashed beside me, snoring ever so quietly which was kinda cute, actually. She was exhausted.

  We had worked her over really well.

  But when the phone rang, I jumped. Late night calls always freaked me out. They were seldom good things.

  I saw Denny’s name and answered immediately.

  “Feckin’ hell, Justin,” he said, worry evident in his hushed voice. “The wee snapper is on its way.”

  “What the fuck are you talking about? Speak English, you fucker.”

  “It’s Sophie. She’s in labor.”

  “I didn’t know she was due yet,” I murmured in shock, raising my voice just a bit. Rain stirred beside me.

  “She’s not. It’s happening early. Only a couple weeks early, but earlier than they’d prefer. Her water broke, though. No turning back now.”