Copper

by Brynn Hale

  “Sure. Love the company.”

  We make it into the master bath, and I go to work.

  “How much do I owe you for this?” She moves near me watching and the scent of her perfume makes me feel like I’m in a field of flowers.

  “Nothing. We had an extra one at the shop.”

  She leans over me as I squat. “I suppose I should learn how to do this. There are three other toilets in this place and I’m sure all have balls and cocks.”

  I laugh. “Ballcocks.”

  “Seems like someone who created that was being a little tongue-in-cheek.”

  “Probably.”

  I go slow. Giving her instruction and providing details that Googling won’t give to her.

  She leans over the tank across from me. I divert my eyes as her dress gapes and her firm breasts hang free in the top of her dress. I swallow down instincts that make me want to make this woman mine. Claim her in a way that I’ve never experienced before.

  It’s just the workout.

  She motions to me. “What’s that?”

  I move around to the other side and glance over her shoulder into the toilet, my hand rests on her low back, feeling the warmth of her skin below.

  “Huh.” I reach in and pull out a penny. “Penny for your thoughts.”

  “I’m afraid of what they’d be right now.”

  I look her in the eye. “I’m listening, Harlow. I’d listen to your voice and you, any day.”

  Her cheeks brighten and those dark eyes flash at me slowly.

  I hold it out to her and our fingers brush as I place it into the palm of her hand. “Some people think that a penny in the tank will keep rust deposits away. I think that cleaning the toilet keeps rust deposits away, but it’s not going to hurt, unless it gets stuck in the flapper.”

  I squat again to turn the water on. “Let’s see if this works.”

  The bowl fills. I press the lever. And all seems back in order. No extra sounds. No extra running.

  I clean up and stand with my bag in my hand. “I think it’s fixed.”

  Rebellion minimized.

  Her gaze rakes over me and I feel like I’m being hunted. “Suppose we should get downstairs to…eat.”

  I can think of something else I’d love to eat.

  My heart pounds in my chest. “Worked out today and I’m really hungry.”

  She stalks to me, closing the distance between us. Her fingers skim the edge of my T-shirt. “I think you work out a lot.”

  “Harlow… are you sure?” I don’t want to stop myself, but something in me says that I should caution her.

  “All I’m sure of is that I just want to feel something. I can’t promise more, Copper.”

  My bag clanks to the floor and in two seconds, one of my hands are in her soft, black hair and the other is wrapped under her arm around her waist, dragging her to me. She whimpers but licks her lips, preparing for what I’ve wanted to do since this morning.

  “Yes, Copper, please.”

  I claim her lips like I’m putting a mark on her, telling her that I want more. I want it all.

  Her tongue darts out to meet mine. I tip her head a little to deepen the kiss, dancing with her tongue in a soft and yet, passionate tango. Her hands wrap around my neck, long fingers digging into my hair. I moan into her mouth as my cock pulses and jumps in my jeans. He’s not exactly pointed in the right direction for this. I slip a hand down, flick my button and lower the zipper. I reach in and adjust him until he’s poking out of my boxer briefs, never breaking our lips. I don’t want to give her a chance to overthink this. But she tears her mouth from mine, her chest heaving fast and her hot breaths floating over me. Sweet hot breaths.

  Her eyes drop to my waist. “Jesus! Is there any part of you that isn’t perfect?”

  I lift her face. “You make me hard to the point where it’s painful. But I’ll take the pain if I can just kiss you.”

  She walks to the counter and plops her ass up on it, she props her feet up on the edge, and her skirt drops to her lap.

  Commando. And fuck it’s pretty. Fucking beautiful.

  My eyes probably pop out of my head. “Woman…you’re going to kill me.”

  “You said you were hungry. Eat me, Copper.”

  I waste no time. I’m on my knees and my mouth is on her before she can say another word. She’s soft and pliant, the tissues puffy and responsive.

  “Tell me what you like, baby.” I slowly lick from low to high, repeating it while she moans.

  “Tongue fuck me.”

  I go at her like a mad man. I love when a woman tells me what she wants and Harlow’s not shy. She tastes like vanilla and sweet cream.

  “Finger me, Copper. Slowly, I’m close and I want to fucking explode.”

  I slip a finger inside of her and then a second. She’s so fucking wet. I lower my jeans and rock my hand on my cock.

  She leans forward and watches. “Stand up and let me help you with that.”

  I don’t stop, making sure she stays primed as I stand, jeans puddling around my boots.

  “Fuck, Harlow, you’re the hottest fucking woman I’ve ever been with.” I slow my hand and bring my thumb to her clit.

  Her hips jolt. “Yes,” she hisses.

  I lean forward, and her warm fingers wrap my cock in her fist. I thrust my hips forward and she works her hand in harmony with me.

  Our mouths meet and we’re frantically devouring each other. Our bodies jerking and writhing.

  “Shit…” I pull away. “Please tell me you’re close?”

  “Suck my clit and I’ll scream your name.”

  I lean over, missing her hand, but everything is for her. It’s all for her. I return mine to my cock and she leans back to just enjoy.

  Her pretty dark pink pussy pulses under my tongue. I find that hard nub and I slip my lips over it and suck.

  She gasps and her hands dig into my hair, holding me to her. “Yes, yes. Fuck…Copper!”

  With the two syllables of my name she explodes. Her body convulses while she moans low and deep.

  I can’t stop. My cock throbs a pending nut-buster approaching quickly, but as it does, I hear something.

  Fuck. The front door. Shit.

  I reach my long arm out and close the bathroom door. I quickly stroke my cock and an orgasm sears through me like lightning splitting an oak tree. I continue sucking her clit and listening to the mewling whimpers she’s making until she’s bouncing and giggling with happiness.

  I back away hearing a teenager calling out for her again.

  I help her move off the counter. She adjusts her dress and fixes her hair and lipstick. “Stay here. I didn’t expect Roan to come home.”

  I nod, my cock still hard and my breathing fast.

  The moment is over.

  But we’re not over, Harlow, not by a longshot.

  Six

  Harlow

  I don’t go back upstairs, but I text him that the coast is clear when Roan is gone. He just came home to get some clothes to stay over at Trevan’s house. I hear the water run and his boots clicking on the wood steps.

  I don’t regret what happened and the man is a genius with his tongue, both in my mouth and on and in my pussy. I shiver remembering every single moment.

  My phone buzzes.

  Arya: Is it okay if I stay over at Rosa’s tonight? We need to rehearse lines. By the way, I got an A on the presentation.

  I look up and Copper’s standing in the doorway, leaning against it, those velvet eyes covering every inch of me.

  Harlow: That’s wonderful! Congratulations! Have fun. No drinking, please.

  Arya: I know! Thanks. Love you.

  Harlow: Love you, too.

  And we’re alone. I look up.

  “You…hungry?” I ask and he smiles.

  “I could go for some actual food.”

  I set the kitchen table. I love the dining table Corbin gave me for our tenth anniversary, but the kitchen is cozier.

 
“Can you open the wine?” I glance over my shoulder while draining the pasta, as he pushes off of the doorway. “Wine opener on the counter.”

  I hear the pop of the cork. “This is my favorite red. It’s called Dionysus after the Greek God of wine.”

  “Can’t wait to try it. I’ll have to get a bottle of my favorite and we can compare, sometime.”

  I’m trying to not set expectations, but my gut is overruling my brain. It says that this could be something. My brain yells to just have dinner and see what happens. And my heart is silent. I wonder if it’s still broken.

  He doesn’t come near me and I’m craving him to touch me. Having his big hands on my body was like adding kerosene to a bonfire.

  I dish up the spaghetti and the sauce into bowls, place a couple pieces of garlic bread on the edges of each plate under the bowl.

  “Start serving yourself some salad, please.”

  I hear a chair skim the floor. Taking a deep breath, I round the island carrying the plates.

  He’s served us both and my salad’s ready.

  I slide the two plates of the main course into the center. “I also made tiramisu for dessert.”

  “I’m going to have to see my personal trainer twice a week, if I keep eating like this.” He winks and my heart flutters. Maybe it’s not silent after all.

  We dig in. I’m crazy hungry too. I skipped lunch to write, getting in another ten thousand words and giving me hope that I might be able to finish the book before Monday. It’ll be close.

  “So tell me about you, Copper? Have you been married?”

  “Not married. I did date a woman for two years, but she decided to move to New York for a job and we both knew I wasn’t going to go with her. I’ve made my home here and I can see being here for a long time.”

  “You didn’t grow up in Kildare or Vegas?”

  “No, I went to college in Tuscon. I followed my college roommate here when he said I could stay with him for a year.” He takes a bite of salad and washes it down with a drink of water. “I’m originally from Colorado.”

  That makes me smile. His eyes look like what I imagine the mountains in a sunset would look like.

  “Your parents still live there?”

  “They do. I was adopted. My birth parents were both seventeen and I can understand why they needed to make that choice. I lived with a dozen sets of foster parents and none of them made me permanent because I had some health and behavioral issues that just needed patience and time to work themselves out. And then when I was eight, I was accepted into a family of two young professionals, a doctor and a lawyer. I think they thought a kid would bring them back together, but they filed for divorce three months after they adopted me. Then I was the extra baggage they had to pass back and forth. From ten years old on, I took care of myself. Love is a check on my birthdays and being told that “Your mother/father loves you, but they just don’t know how to show it.” That’s because they were too busy hating each other to care about me.” He sets his fork down. “I’m sorry, that was a lot to unload on someone.”

  My heart clenches. I know what divorce can do to a child.

  I reach over and slip my hand into his. “I’m glad you did. I feel like I know you now. I know why your phone doesn’t have a personalized screen. And I know why you are eager to please and really put forth a A+ effort. Really, excellent effort.”

  He chuckles, but his gaze meets mine. “I’d love to take you on a date, Harlow. Forget the pen name. I want to see where we can go.”

  I wipe off my mouth. “Let’s just take it slow and see what happens, but…” I swallow back the fears. “The kids are both staying with friends tonight. I’d love for you to stay.”

  He didn’t say anything after I invited him to stay. I wonder if I went too far. If I put myself out there to get shot down it’ll hurt, but like always, I’ll move on.

  After we clean up, he grabs the bottle of wine and two clean glasses. I watch as he walks out of the room. His boots clomp up the stairs.

  “Harlow, do you want to…come?”

  My knees weaken. I hear it in his voice. He’s calling me to bed.

  Fuck. The man knows how to get a woman wet with just one question.

  I slowly take the stairs. My heart beating fast. This is it. I’ll let another man possess me like only one man ever has. I won’t erase Corbin’s memory, but maybe it’s time to make new memories. I’m still young. I’m vibrant. I enter the bedroom and he’s on the bed.

  Naked.

  And stroking himself. His cock, thick and veiny, grows in his hand. I walk to the edge of the bed and without touching any of his body, I lean over him, my long hair brushing his abs. I lick from his balls, up, up, up the shaft, circling the head with my tongue. Then I blow lightly over his cock, it jerks in midair and Copper’s eyes darken to the gray right before dusk. I slip my mouth over the massive pink head and suck while spinning my tongue around just the tip.

  “Fuck!” His hips jolt and more of him slips into my mouth. He’s allowing me to do as I wish, and I think he’s enjoying the teasing.

  I make sure my mouth is full of saliva and I envelop his cock and deep throat his eight-inches. He hits the back of my throat, and I pull back quickly. I do it again.

  His chest heaves. His hands tangle in my hair, guiding it back so he can see me. I reach between his legs and fondle his heavy balls. He growls and his hands tighten in my hair.

  “Baby, I’m about thirty seconds from coming. I can get him back up, but I don’t want to leave you hanging for too long.”

  I slow my actions and allow him to pop from my lips. I stand back and slip the dress off of my shoulders, the elastic empire-waist under my breasts allows me to slip it all the way down. Until I’m standing naked in front of him.

  I reach out and cup his cheek. “I can’t give you forever, but I can give you tonight.”

  He sits up and reaches around my waist, guiding me onto the bed, next to him. His hand rests on the dip of my waist and his cock against my waxed mound. “Let’s not think past tonight, Harlow. Let me make love to you and show you what a goddamn Venus you are.”

  His mouth covers mine and I’m lost to him. There is no past. There is no future. There is just this moment.

  He drags his lips down my neck, over my collarbone, and down to my breasts. His lips suction over a nipple and zings of pleasure rock my pussy. His tongue flicks the hardened peak. I reach between my legs and slide a finger inside of my body. In three years, I’ve become a pro at making myself come. There’s a spot…inside, and toward my clit. I press on it and my pussy contracts.

  She knows.

  She wants it.

  She wants that cock more than anything.

  I pull my hand away not wanting to go off just yet. I love being teased and then getting what I want in a rush. I move to climb over him. I love being on top. Looking down on my man.

  I still.

  Not my man. A man. He’s just a man.

  I kneel over him and reaching behind me, move his cock, from my clit to my ass.

  Copper’s hands clasp my waist and his fingers dig in.

  I place him at my pussy, coated with my juices, and he pulls his hips back.

  “Condom?” he asks.

  “I’m covered, if you’re clean.”

  “I am.”

  I slowly sink down on him. Savoring every inch that almost tears me apart, but the pressure is heavenly. I keep going until I’m seated on his lap, my pussy already pulsing with happiness.

  His warm hands caress my breasts. “Whatever you want, baby. I’m yours.”

  I look into his eyes. I don’t want to want to be his, but in this moment, I just am.

  He starts to meet the rocking of my hips, his cock almost withdrawing completely before sheathing back inside of my body. I plant against his body and just hold there allowing the impending release to settle just a little. My chest rises and falls quickly. My pussy clenching around him.

  “Fuck…baby…” His
jaw tightens and I can see he’s holding off for me.

  I start back up and my body sizzles. I grind along his length. I let him pull out and then I plunge down on him quickly.

  “I’m almost there, Copper.”

  “Whenever you’re ready, I’ll meet you.”

  I lower my chest to his and I cover his mouth with mine, his tongue darting into my mouth quickly, teasing my tongue. I sit back up and rock faster on his cock. My stomach burns. My head lightens. And then a blinding sear of white light rocks my body as I explode on his cock.

  “Now, Copper. Give it to me.”

  He pulls me to his chest, rolls me to my back and his hips pump his cock in and out, a quick and dynamic pistoning of my pussy, continuing my orgasm until I finally feel him plant so deep, so perfectly. His hot cum coats my walls and I savor the feeling.

  It’s a rebirth of my womanhood.

  It’s a rebirth…

  Of me.

  Seven

  Copper

  I’m still wrapped around her body, her hair splayed across my chest when I open my eyes the next morning.

  “Mom?” A voice calls out from the entry and floats up to my ears.

  “Harlow.” I kiss her forehead. “Baby, Roan’s downstairs.”

  She stretches but as soon as her eyes open and she hears him calling she’s bounding out of bed, grabbing a robe that’s draped across the footboard.

  I’m dressed before her. “I’ll just go pretend I’m working on the hall bathroom.” I pull on my boots.

  “Okay.” She crosses the room to me. “Thank you so much for last night.”

  “Mom!” The wood steps creak as Roan starts his journey up to us.

  “You’re welcome,” I whisper, pecking her lips.

  I grab my bag from the master bathroom, dart down the hallway, and open the bathroom cabinet, lie on the floor, and stick my upper body inside, like I’ve been there for a while. I make a little noise so hopefully he’ll be curious and leave Harlow alone until she’s ready to see him.

  Roan clears his throat and I slide out. “Hey, Roan. How are you today?”