Hot Dirty Love (Copperline #5) (6 page)

Jesus
, I was starting to feel some serious pain.

Suddenly she turned with a bright expression lighting her face. I jerked up my head, trying to avoid her catching me giving her the once over. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to.

“I think we can do it,” she began, and my mind went straight in the gutter with that.

Do it? Fuck yeah
.

Wait. No.
No, we couldn’t do it. That was exactly the problem here.

She continued on, seemingly unaware of where my fourteen-year-old-boy mentality was going with her choice of words.

“We’re adults. What happened has happened. It doesn’t mean it will happen again.”

That actually made my dick feel sad. No shit. I swear it felt a little bereft. Like it was going to die alone.

But she was right. It didn’t have to happen again. It
couldn’t
happen again.

I nodded. “Right, it was just…”
Probably the hottest sex I’d ever had and I couldn’t stop thinking about it,
I thought.

But that would really be best left unsaid.

I cleared my throat and tried again. “We didn’t know. Now we do. We just keep it professional.”

“Exactly,” she said, contemplating the situation. “I mean, really, it was just the once. It’s not like an innocent slip up should keep me from studying under you.”

Fuck
, I needed this like I needed a hole in the head. I wanted her under me, but it had nothing to do with studying.

“Right,” I agreed, although my voice choked just a little.

“I promise,” she said fervently, leaning over my desk and looking directly into my eyes with a determination that sent reverberations through my body, “I will be the hardest working student you’ve ever had. I will never ask for special treatment. I will do everything I have to do to get through. I will ace your course, and I won’t hit on you. I won’t bat my eyelashes at you.” She sat back and gave me a sharp nod. “I will be a dream.”

Little did she know, she already fucking was.

“As you know, the petroleum at that level has the viscosity of peanut butter,” I lectured, trying to ignore Rain who sat front and center, absently sipping at the thin straws of her latte while she took notes.

Her placement was not my choice, and I didn’t think it was really hers either. She was chronically late, though, probably due to her morning stops at the coffee counter. The class tended to gravitate to the back and sides of the room as they arrived, leaving her no other option. She always looked for something along the side or the back, but always ended up right smack in front of me.

Every day I had to watch as she sipped her coffee, oblivious to the effect it had on me. Every touch of the straw to her lips, the graze of her tongue to collect the last little drops.

Pure. Fucking. Hell
.

So I walked to the right and lectured, then to the left. I spent a lot of time drawing on the whiteboard. I avoided the middle of the room, yet seemed to gravitate there unconsciously.

Like now.

“But,” I continued, “by injecting steam into the injection well, the petroleum is heated to become more fluid. Then it expands, causing pressure that pushes the heated fluid to the surface, and, if you’re not careful, it will erupt and make a big mess.”

Why did this suddenly sound so dirty to my own ears?
It was the same lecture I’d given for a few years now, but it quickly brought other images of steam and heated fluids building pressure and erupting.

Concentrate, fucker,
I told myself.

I noticed, though, that the words I used could easily take on a dirty meaning. I also noticed Rain shifting in her seat when those words appeared.

Steam.

Pressure.

Heat.

Erupt.

She squirmed, not looking at me the same way I wasn’t looking at her. Sidelong glances, like it couldn’t be helped. I once again found myself front and center. Close enough to hear her almost gasp, then release a shaky breath that I only heard because I stood so close to her.

Fuck
.

I don’t fuck students…

By the time I was done with class, and therefore done for the day, I was just…
done
. My balls were itching for release, like I hadn’t totally wacked off in the shower before work today. I’d done it every morning before I had her in class for the past couple weeks, actually. Memories of her wide brown eyes coaxed the cum up out of me like magic, giving me the false sense of hope that I might make it through the day without the aching need that hit me whenever she waltzed that luscious ass into my classroom.

It drove me crazy that it was all so fucking difficult. She was a student. I’d had hundreds of students over the years. I have never once lost my shit with any of them.

But, I had touched her. I knew what she felt like. I knew how she moaned. As she sat there in class toying with her notebook, I could feel her fingertips on my skin. When she talked, I could hear her whisper “
oh fuck
” in my ear. When she looked directly at me in class, I could see her brown eyes staring up at me while she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock.

And every day, I left Pressure Transient Analysis throbbing and made a beeline for the Copperline in hopes that someone there could extricate her from my mind.

I didn’t see any of the usual suspects tonight. Laura wasn’t even working. I got a beer from Doug, the owner who was tending bar, and sucked it down quick, self-medicating in hopes that it could make the thoughts of Rain fade into nothing.

Rain, Rain, go away…

Who knew that little nursery rhyme would come to have such a desperate meaning someday.

I’d just finished my fourth beer, knowing I had better head out before long. It was only a Tuesday. There was still a fair bit of week left, and being hungover in front of my students was probably not going to make me notice her any less.

But a man’s hand tapped the bar beside where I sat.

“One more?” I heard Cole ask.

Even knowing I shouldn’t, I still nodded.

One more turned into two. Then three as Cole scoped the bar for some tail, not that there were many chicks in the bar, even for a Tuesday. I’d already be taking it to them if there were.

“What about that one chick?” He asked, scanning the sparse crowd. “Does she ever come here?”

“What chick?” I asked.

“From that party at Dave’s in August.”

My gut lurched a little. “Rain?”

Cole shrugged. “Was that her name? Curvy little brunette. Big tits?”

“Big brown eyes?”

“I was in back, dude,” he laughed. “I only saw one brown eye.”

I shook my head with a roll of my eyes at his crass joke. Not that I never made crass jokes, but somehow this one sorta grated on my nerves.

“Yeah, her name was Rain,” I finally said, then solemnly shook my head. “And I’ve never seen her here, but I can’t with her anyway, man. Turns out she’s my student.”

“Hmmm, student-teacher sex… she could dress up.”

Fuck, yeah, she could
…

Ugh. Not helping.

“And I could get fired,” I grunted. “There’s a pretty clear policy about that shit.”

“Damn,” he exhaled. “That sucks. She was a tad bit plump for what I usually go for, but really fuckin’ hot.”

“Plump? She was perfect. Just how I like ‘em,” I said with a shake of my head. “That curvy little body with the dimples on her lower back… and those gorgeous fucking tits.”

“She did have nice tits,” he agreed. “Too bad that you can’t fuck her again. I might just have to track her down for another go by myself.”

“Fuck off, fucker,” I instantly bristled, and he laughed, deep and throaty. Suddenly, my gut felt seared with jealousy, and I wasn’t even sure where to aim it.

Part of me
at
him, because I wanted her and couldn’t have her.

But also partly
because
of him… because, the more I drank, the more I started to crave his coarse touch once again.

Shortly thereafter, Vivienne showed up. She was a bar slut, too, but a few years older than the rest of us. A total cougar. She tended to take control, leading us guys around by our dicks to a certain extent because she was so very good. She stood between Cole and I, touching his chest while she laughed at a joke. Nudging my junk with her hip as she shot me suggestive glances.

“You know,” she murmured, apparently tired of the subtle cues she was dishing out like candy, “I’m just dying to take you two on. What do you say?”

Cole looked at me with naked hunger, and I felt a renewed throbbing in my jeans. But this one was different. I could do something about this one.

Fuck yeah.

Minutes later, the three of us found ourselves out back in the dark lot. Cole taking it to her from behind as she bent over to suck my dick down her throat.

Cole’s eyes glittered in the low light, locking onto my gaze. For a second, I was transported back to that bedroom at the party. His intense expression allowed Vivienne to fade. It allowed my mind to stop thinking and my body to start feeling.

His grunts and moans became more pronounced, every sound driving the fantasy of it all a little deeper into my soul.

Then Vivienne straightened, releasing my dick with a loud pop and dropping to her knees between us. She grasped our cocks, one in each hand, jacking us off and urging us a little closer until we were almost touching. Intermittently, her lips closed over my length, then Cole’s. Then both in her mouth at once, the swirl of her tongue brushing us up against each other.

Cole lost it first, groaning loud as she pulled back and aimed his eruption at her exposed tits. The pearly sight of cum spattered over her tan skin damn near finished me off.

But it was the touch of Cole’s hand, wrapped around hers as hers was wrapped around me, that finally did me in. Euphoria spread through my veins as I shot off on her face and breasts. Her fingers left my dick to trail through the glistening fluid, leaving Cole’s hand to firmly stroke me a few more times. His strong grip easing every last drop from my balls.

But I about blew all over again when he touched his fingertips to his tongue to taste my release. His eyes burned into mine as he slowly licked the cum from his skin. Hot and freaky all at once, sucking his finger fully into his mouth.

With a momentary surge of apprehension, I realized that I kinda wanted him to suck something else into his mouth instead.