Hot Dirty Love (Copperline #5) (17 page)

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 inside 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?”