Hot Dirty Love (Copperline Book 5)

by Sibylla Matilde

  “Holy fuck,” Rain whispered beside me.

  Someone stepped forward to toss a bunch of condoms on the bed, and the camera jiggled a bit as everyone shifted. It focused on us again as I pulled her up to impale her. As Cole dipped low to wet his finger.

  Her sob sounded on the video, and my muted voice could barely be heard, soothing her.

  Just open up and let him in…

  Flicking my gaze over at her, my mouth watered as I watched her lips fall open. The rise and fall of her chest coincided with a gentle tremble while her focus remained locked on the video.

  Cole pushed up flush against her ass, and real life Rain’s gasp echoed her breathless sob on the screen. She reached out, grabbing my hand and gripping it hard. It was all I could do to hold the phone still enough to watch as our bodies began to rock together. I felt her body squirm beside me and glanced at the warm flush on her cheeks as she watched us pick up speed. As Cole’s glutes flexed to fuck the both of us.

  My fingertips caressed the rapidly beating pulse in her wrist as she stared at the three of us fucking like animals.

  Fuck… fuck yes… fuck me…

  My painfully rock-hard dick about bust right out of my jeans at that point. Hearing her pleading whisper on the screen, feeling the tremble of her warm body beside me as she heard it too… fucking hell.

  We watched as Cole leaned over us stroking his cock hard and fast. As she lifted her torso to brace one hand on my shoulder and circle her hips over me. The camera zoomed in on her face to reveal the depth of sensation pouring through her until she suddenly stiffened, her nails digging into my shoulders and then she shattered all around me.

  On screen, I took control. I rolled her, fucking her hard and rough, and her video cries echoed through my quiet living room. Cole shot his wad all over us with a thick grunting groan, a sound that chorused with my own as I peaked and collapsed on top of her shaking, naked body.

  “Holy shit,” a voice muttered just before the video cut off.

  Yeah… holy shit was right.

  In the stillness of my living room, Rain’s shaky breathing was almost deafening. She sat unmoving for a minute, still staring at the screen that now showed a still from the clip. A picture of the three of us lost in the hazy heat of that moment.

  She slowly turned to me, her eyes hot. Her skin flushed. In a nervous movement, her tongue darted out to touch her lips.

  I don’t fuck—

  Oh fuck it.

  I groaned.

  She moaned.

  And our lips crashed together. I caught her in my arms and pulled her close, tucking her beneath me as we devoured each other.

  Sense had completely disappeared. The knowledge that she was my student and that this was wrong on so many levels was pushed to the back of my mind as our hands and lips marauded the skin they explored.

  Clothes flew to the floor. Her shoes and socks. My shirt. Her jeans.

  Pure animalistic need in me took over, and I ravenously kissed her, trailing my lips down her neck. I yanked her shirt up over her head and jerked her bra down to feast on her breasts. Her legs locked around me and her nails dug into my shoulders.

  God, I needed to fuck her.

  Jackknifing upright, I grabbed her hand and jerked her up with me towards the stairs. At the bottom, I glanced back at her and couldn’t resist the lure of her swollen lips. I tasted them again in a frenzy. I pushed her against the wall, grinding my dick against her, pulling her leg high to wrap around my hip.

  Unable to stop touching and devouring her, I attempted to move us up the stairs without letting go. A few steps up, my balance teetered, and I careened to the side, turning to protect her from the brunt of the fall and landing on my ass on the steps.

  But she followed me down and straddled me, raining nipping kisses down my chest. Sharp little bites that made me groan and ache. Her hands cupped my junk, firmly caressing it through the coarse denim of my jeans.

  My hand scraped up her thigh, up underneath her lacy panties to cup her ass. To squeeze it hard, loosening only to graze my finger along her tight little asshole. With renewed desperation, she gasped into my mouth and wrapped both arms around my neck, grinding her pussy against my throbbing cock.

  “Please,” she whispered against my lips, “please fuck me.” A breathless kiss coaxed my tongue into her mouth as she melted into my arms. “I think about it all the time. Every day in class. Please, Justin.” Another scorching kiss. “Please.”

  I could have easily nailed her right then on the stairs. I wanted to, bruises and sex-related injuries be damned.

  But I wanted her in my bed more.

  I lifted her against me and pulled hard on the banister to stand, stumbling up the remaining stairs and down the hall to my room. We burst through the door and onto my bed, and she landed on top of me with a loud oooooph. My fingers went straight for the lace over her ass and pulled in opposite directions, shredding the frail fabric.

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” I growled deep in my throat as I reached around her from behind and plunged my fingers into her soaked core, “I’ve dreamed about this tight, wet pussy of yours.”

  Rolling her beneath me, naked but for the lacy red bra that her breasts spilled out of, I attacked her neck with hot, biting kisses. She writhed as the cool air hit her hot center. Her hands and feet worked in unison to shove down my jeans and boxers, barely allowing me the chance to grab my wallet and yank a condom free.

  I ripped the package open, placing it over the tip, moaning as her hands joined mine to slick the latex over my dick, then guiding it to the heaven between her thighs.

  In a heartbeat, I’d pushed inside her, and her gasp ricocheted through my body. Her fingers dug into my lower back as I pressed firm and deep, holding steady to feel every quiver and contraction deep inside her. I pulled up on her leg, spreading her wide as I began to pull out, then pushed back in.

  Holy fucking shit hell, she felt so good. Even better than I remembered. Labored breathing mixed with tortured gasps filled the quiet room, punctuated by the firm squeeze of her body gripping my thick length. Every second, every sound, every touch… it all fueled me to drive deeper with increasing force. My movements became more than a little rough, but the harder I gripped her, the tighter she clenched around me. I slammed into her fiercely, losing any shred of control I had left, and she cried out.

  “Harder,” she begged, “fuck me harder. Please…”

  She craved the painful pleasure. She wanted it to hurt. That realization sent me into overdrive.

  Rolling her to the top, I steadied her hips with one hand, holding her still above me, and began to piston up into her. Faster. Rougher like she’d begged me to. I wrapped the fingers of my other hand in her hair and pulled, relishing in the tight, wet squeeze of her pussy. With a fierce grip, I yanked her head down to hover over my lips, sharing every labored breath. My other hand dropped to her curvy ass, lifted, and slapped down hard. She damn near went ballistic, almost screamed as she tilted her hips to increase the friction of our bodies.

  Fuck yes.

  I smacked my palm down again and she cried out into my mouth as my hand caressed the flushed heat spreading over her skin. All the while, I was driving up into her like a machine.

  My muscles began to ache and burn, but I kept up the pace. I fucked her with everything in me until she shattered. Her body convulsed in trembling waves. Her nails scraped into my neck and down my rigid abs.

  I rolled her shaking body beneath me, kissing the hair from her eyes. Her wet pussy pulsated with tight contractions as her body began to relax, and I stroked long and deep once again, making her whimper against my neck. Again. Slowly. Full of purpose.

  I so wasn’t done. I wanted to watch her come beneath me over and over, to fuck her until I couldn’t move.

  So I straightened and sat back on my knees, lifting her hips and pulling her up to me. I watched as my thick cock slid in and out of her, and I pressed my thumb against her clit, first moving it in slo
w wide circles and then faster and harder. Her body began to tense, signaling the burning pressure building up once more, begging for release.

  Her body stiffened, on the cusp of orgasm, and I pulled my hand away, denying her for a moment as I started fucking her hard and fast again. Pounding into her with a force that pushed her one heavy thrust at a time across the mattress. Not stopping as she began to arch down towards the floor on the other side. I kept ramming into her as our bodies teetered on the edge, seeming momentarily weightless.

  Fierce and wild. Her nails dug into my ribs, escalating the ravenous need. Increasing the tempo and the force of my thrusts. The fire burned through my veins, nearing that nirvana of complete absolution.

  Just as I thought I couldn’t hold back another second, she bucked against me and I felt a hot flood wash from her pussy. She squeezed me, gripped me, and held me tight as she moaned long and low. Her body shook, and I clenched her hips to steady her as I slammed into her. I rode her through the violent tremors that wracked her body until I let go with a groan that ran the length of my spine. One last thrust brought us right off the damn bed, and I collapsed over her. As we hit the floor in a loud thump, all the tension and desire that had been building up in me for weeks surged free, leaving me shaky, weak, and exhausted.

  The rush slowly began to fade away. I felt her warm body, my arms hard around her holding her in a crushing grip. Lifting my head, I looked down at her flushed face. Her eyes were shut, and her body had gone completely limp, crumpled beneath me. As I gently shifted, her head lolled back unconsciously.

  “Rain,” I whispered.

  She didn’t respond. Not even a twitch in her fingertips.

  Shit. We’d hit the floor, hard. I’d landed square on top of her. Had she cracked her head? Broke her fucking neck?

  “Rain, babe,” I tried again, a bit louder. I cupped her cheek in my hand. If it wasn’t for the faint, choppy breath escaping her lips, I’d have wondered if she was even alive. “Rain.” Holding her head steady with one hand, I lightly tapped her cheek with the other, almost a faint slap. Her eyes finally cracked open, and the dark pools appeared hazy and disoriented.

  The consciousness began to filter in. Her lips tilted up at the corners in a weak, breathless smile.

  “Oh my God,” she whispered. “That was amazing.”

  Jesus fucking Christ. She had actually fainted.

  Out cold.

  From fucking.

  I pulled her close, tightening my arm around her and tucking her face into my shoulder.

  “Jesus, you kinda scared me for a minute.”

  “I blacked out.” She still didn’t sound totally with it.

  “Yeah, I noticed.”

  “Don’t look so worried,” she murmured into my shoulder. She felt weak and limp in my arms as her body melted into mine. Her voice was lethargic. Dreamy. “I’ve never done it during sex before, but I faint pretty easily.”

  “Good to know,” I replied, still not entirely okay with this, but suddenly something hit me.

  She had actually fainted.

  Out cold.

  From fucking me!

  I was a motherfucking God.

  “So good,” she whispered in a daze. “I had no clue it could be so good.”

  “Neither did I,” I murmured.

  I brushed the hair from her semi-lucid gaze and felt a sated ripple course through her body. A reminder that I was still balls deep in her sweet softness. I closed my eyes and pulled her even closer, breathing in the scent of her skin.

  I wanted to stay just like that forever.

  “Do you do that often?” she whispered in the darkness as the fog of passion cleared.

  I wasn’t even sure what time it was. I used my phone’s alarm to wake up in the mornings, so I didn’t even have a clock in my bedroom. And God only knew where my phone ended up.

  It was very dark, though. I could barely make out the shadows of my room as we lay in my bed, my hand tracing a blind pattern down her back and over the roundness of her curvy ass. As much as I didn’t ordinarily linger after sex, I had pulled her up from the floor to lie down in my bed. I found myself wanting to just lie here touching her skin. Feeling her soft body pressed against me. It all felt just a touch unsettling, yet too right to resist.

  “Do I do what often?” I absently asked her in response.

  “What we did… with Cole.”

  She lifted her head from my chest and peered at me through the night. Her eyes caught the tiniest bit of gray light that filtered through the curtains, making them appear wide and dark. Using my fingertip, I brushed back a lock of hair and tucked it behind her ear.

  “Do you?” I murmured a little warily, stalling by answering her question with one of my own.

  Her gaze dropped, hidden behind thick, dark lashes, her voice quiet. “I’ve had a few threesomes. One foursome, even.”

  “All dudes?” I asked, not entirely sure what answer I wanted. The thought of her with other girls was mind-numbing, yet, to be totally honest, Drew’s ex Maggie had bailed on him for another girl, leaving all us Mofos a bit wary. I’d been all manly and shit, telling Drew it would be better to lose your chick to another chick because at least you’d know your dick was bigger.

  Yet, the thought of someone as hot as Rain actually preferring pussy… ugh. It was like a crime against nature.

  She shook her head. “There were girls, too.”

  “Were there ever only girls?”

  “Once…” she whispered, looking back at me. “It was really hot, but… it felt like something was missing, like the power of a man’s body.”

  “Maybe you just need a really butch girl.”

  She laughed softly and shook her head. “No, I think I missed the D.”

  I lightly snorted, finding myself strangely relieved. She evidently loved dick, so that was reassuring. Now I could just enjoy the thought of her with chicks knowing what she really waited for was a thick, hard cock.

  Like mine.

  “So,” I asked as my dick started to stir again, “have you tasted pussy?”

  She nodded.

  “Directly, or like off a dude?”

  “I’ve gone down on girls before.”

  My dick jerked so hard that she felt it and smiled.

  “Girls? Like more than one?”

  She nodded, wrenching a moan from deep in my chest.

  “Fuck me…”

  “Your turn,” she said, tapping my chest with her finger. “I told you mine, now you tell me yours. ‘Fess up. Have you done that sort of thing often?”

  I gave a short, careful nod. “Quite a few times.”

  “With Cole?”

  “Not just Cole. Denny, Drew, Brannon… most of my friends, actually. Except Cody,” I chuckled and puffed out my chest. “I guess I’m just too much man for him.”

  She laughed, dancing her fingertips over my skin. Light touches and the barest scrapes of her nails. After a moment, she asked, “Ever only guys?”

  “No,” My response came slowly, measured. Remembering how Cole’s touch felt, his fingers digging into my thigh, so different and erotic. He was the only man I’d shared with who touched me that way. “Although, I’ve maybe thought about being with a dude, but I guess… well, I really like pussy,” I grinned, smiling even more widely when I heard and felt the whisper of a chuckle emanate from her throat. “And tits. Tits are fun the way they bounce and shit. And I’m not just saying that so I don’t sound gay.”

  “Of course not,” she said with a smile in her voice. Then, after another moment, she murmured in a low voice, “So, while you were having your group things with guys and girls, did you ever… um…” her voice trailed off.

  “Did I ever what?”

  “Have you ever touched another guy’s…” she trailed off.

  “Kind of… but not like really trying to. More kind of incidentally.”

  “What about… have you ever had a guy suck your…”

  I quickly shook my head in
a silent response before she could even finish asking.

  “Gone down on another dude?”

  “No,” I sorta choked out.

  “Have you ever, um…” she shrugged nonchalantly, in spite of what she was asking, “…gotten it up the ass?”

  “Noooooo.”

  “Why not?” she said with a breathy chuckle. “Because you’re opposed to it, or you just never really had the opportunity?”

  “Both maybe?” My answer was unsure, a question… because I didn’t exactly know. It was kind of a big step, and not a lot of guys casually ask if they can poke you in the butt. “But my ass is a virgin. I guess I see myself as more of a pitcher than a catcher?”

  “Have you ever… pitched?”

  “Um, not to dudes. Just chicks.”

  She thoughtfully twisted her lips. “I suppose asses are kind of similar.”

  “Some are a little tighter than others.”

  “So nothing? Not even the slip of a finger up your butt? Like by a girl who was sucking you off?”

  My dick had been alternating between rising and wanting to run and hide with this conversation so far. But the thought of her mouth… while her fingers… that started my mind down a deviant little path. In the beat of a heart, I was painfully swollen and stiff all over again. Ready to give it a go.

  My brain took a minute to catch up. A long, silent minute that made her laugh. I realized my touch had changed from tender caresses of her curves to a firm grip of her butt. The image she painted in my head was way more tempting than I had ever imagined.

  “You seem a bit intrigued,” she finally breathed. She shifted, just a little, but enough to brush her leg against my junk, her breath catching as she felt my erection. “Maybe more than a bit.”

  With a dip of her head, she feathered a kiss on my chest. Another. Then another, just a little lower. A twist of apprehension stabbed through my gut, but not strong enough to stop her. I couldn’t wait to feel her wet, hot lips close over the tip of my cock. To feel her slide them down my length until the head pressed firmly against the back of her throat.