Hot Dirty Love (Copperline #5) (3 page)

“That. Was. Awesome.”

I could barely think, still fascinated by the faint tremors pulsing around my cock. She shivered slightly, which wrought a weak groan from my throat, and I instinctively stroked into her again, causing her to whimper once more.

“You okay?” I whispered.

A small nod was her only response.

“Do you want me to move?”

“Not yet,” she breathed, and another shiver rippled through her.

The heat was fading, leaving her skin damp and chilled. I reached out to pull the dark, velvety coverlet around us and saw there were still a few people in the room.

“Man, that was hot,” one guy said. “Fuckin’ incredible.”

A few others murmured their agreement, and someone let out a long, low whistle.

“Okay,” I exhaled with a wave of my hand, weak and out of breath, “show’s over. Time for all you to get the fuck out and leave us alone for a bit.”

“Dude—”

“Out,” I growled, and felt a weak giggle against my chest.

Cole sat up and reached for his jeans. “I’ll get them out. I need a fucking beer anyway.”

I had no clue how he could even move. I felt battered and weak.

But oh so fucking good.

As the door pulled shut behind them, I shifted to my side, pulling the cover with us. Her body, deeply relaxed and limp, tangled with mine.

“I’m not sure where your dress ended up,” I murmured.

“‘S okay,” she mumbled. “I’ll find it in a bit. Just… jus’ need to recover a little.”

“Sounds good,” I replied, feeling my own eyes growing heavy. My limbs becoming lax.

I brushed my thumb along the bare skin at her hip bone, and gently faded into the hazy somnolence that beckoned me.

I woke up to a dark room, barely illuminated by a streetlight filtering through the curtains. I saw a small, curvaceous shadow slipping on that hot little red dress. The dimples at the base of her spine caught my attention just before the floaty skirt hid them from my view.

I stretched a bit and leaned up on my elbow.

“You leavin’?” I asked.

She turned to me, her eyes seeming wide and dark in the pale light.

“Yeah, I came with a friend and she’s heading out.”

She grabbed her sandals and sat on the bed beside me to slip them on.

“I could give you a ride,” I offered. It was uncharacteristic for me, but, as awareness filtered in, so did the desire to have her again.

She replied with a low, throaty chuckle. “I think you already did that.” The even line of her teeth flashed in the dimly lit room. “A mighty fine one, too.”

My fingertip trailed down her bare shoulder, from the strap of her dress to trace along her arm down to the bend of her elbow. Goosebumps rose in its wake, and she bit at her lip. Her breath caught, her breasts rose and pushed against the low neckline of her dress in the most mouthwatering way.

A quiet knock sounded at the door. A loud whisper could be heard from the other side.

“Hey, biatch… you ready?”

She gave me a smile and gently pressed a kiss to my lips. “Maybe we’ll run into each other again sometime.”

“I’d go for that,” I murmured.

And then she was up and walking out the door.

It wasn’t until I woke up hours later with her breathless cries and Cole’s groans echoing through my mind that I realized I didn’t even know her name.

One month later…

They were eye-fucking me like crazy.

A blonde and a redhead standing back in the corner of my living room watching the hedonistic party in high gear around them. Of course, I wondered if either one of them was natural, and I decided right then and there I’d find out if the carpets matched the drapes.

It was actually Drew who pointed them out to me as he stood with his arm around his wife Raven and gestured towards the scantily-clad hotties around the room. Nice of him to help a buddy out since he couldn’t really look for his own purposes anymore. He had chained himself to one chick for the rest of his pathetic life, not something I ever intended to do. There was always so much tail just waiting to be nailed, even here and tonight. I was actually doing an eenie-meenie-miney-moe thing in my head.

As I looked over at them, the redhead raised her eyebrow in invitation.

We have a winner!

I wondered if I could talk her friend into coming along, but then they made it even easier. More promising. The redhead turned to her blonde friend and, with one more sly glance in my direction, kissed her.

And just like that, we were off to the races. Drew laughed as I handed him my almost full beer.

“Gotta go, man,” I grinned lasciviously. “Pussies are calling.”

“Oh my God, Justin,” Raven groaned. “You are such a slut.”

Yeah, I was. No doubt about it.

As I crossed the room, I noticed Cole making his way through the crowd. He hadn’t been to a party at my house before, but now that he was… well, he may as well join us. I gestured towards the girls who sorta looked like they were trying to swallow each other whole. That boded well for what they could do with a dick, and I sorta had to readjust my own a little as I thought about the joys to come. A sensual smile spread across Cole’s face, and, in a matter of seconds, we had them up in my room.

The redhead was natural-ish. I think she had a little help from a bottle, but she did have a delightful little auburn heart landscaped just above her pussy. I never did really find out about the blonde because she was full on Brazilian.

I fucked one while Cole fucked the other with the girls facing each other and drowning out each other’s moans. Then I had one sucking my dick as Cole ate out the other. And, of course, the grand finale where they knelt before us, sucking us off until we spewed cum all over their faces and tits.

It was awesome.

As I came, my knees went a bit weak, and I steadied myself with a hand on Cole’s shoulder. He gave me a look that was a little hard to decipher. Almost like he wanted to start in on me next. It was pretty fucking hot, actually, and the thought even sort of crossed my mind, but I was pretty well pleased with the orgasm I’d just had. It would be a little bit before I could make my cock stand to attention again.

I flopped back on the bed as the blonde and the redhead giggled their way around the room looking for their panties and tugging their tight, short skirts over their bare asses. One gave me a kiss on the end of my dick just before they made their way out of the room, but it was done for. It needed a little fuckin’ penis-shaped tombstone.

Here lies a dead dick
.
He went happy
.

“Once again, fuckin’ awesome,” Cole grinned over at me as he sat beside me.

I could feel the warmth of his skin inches away from mine and, once again, I had the slightest urge to reach out and touch him. To run my palm along the sculpted muscle of his thigh.

Although shit like that could also get my ass kicked. Not exactly widely accepted in this conservative Montana backdrop.

So instead, feeling the slightest bit awkward, I reached for my jeans and pulled them on. I felt a little clumsy and off, likely because I don’t think my heart rate had gotten anywhere near back to normal yet.

“Yeah, nice form, dude,” I smirked. “Just what I needed to start the school year.”

He shrugged. “I think they were even better than that chick at Dave’s party.”

Mmmm
… The curvy little brunette from a month ago. She was something else entirely, like a whole new class of pussy, but I didn’t dare say that. Might ruin my image if I started getting all nostalgic and shit.

Instead, I slapped him on the arm and nodded. “Yep, these two were mighty fine indeed.”

I don’t fuck students
, I repeated in my head as I walked into Engineering Hall at Montana Tech a few days later.

I don’t fuck students… I don’t fuck students…

It was my mantra every year on the first day of school. A continuous loop playing over and over in my mind to keep it from wandering up the short skirts of the girls in my classes.

Every year. Over and over.

Every year since I’d coasted through my masters here. My own professors had said I was brilliant. They had lined me up with job interviews. BP. Exxon. All the major oil companies were practically bidding for me. Offering me a shit ton of money.

And I turned them all down.

Looking back, I often wonder why.

Maybe it was laziness. I wasn’t exactly driven. I didn’t need the biggest house on the block or the fastest car.

It wasn’t because money would get me pussy, because I already got a lot of pussy.

If I was totally honest with myself, I think it was mostly just that I really liked my life the way it was right then.

Upon arriving for my freshman year at Tech, I found myself living in a quad with this Irish wanker from Dublin. Most of the time, Denny hardly sounded like he was even speaking English—
fucker
—but he was a blast to party with and his accent was totally a chick magnet, not just for him, but for all of us who hung out with him. He and I started doing a radio show for the campus station with a couple other guys, playing pretty much whatever we wanted and being complete jackasses on the air.

As a few of us were very musical, before long we started fucking around with our instruments. I had a bass guitar I’d played in high school band, mostly because high school band seemed like a good place to meet chicks who were just dying to be devirginated. Denny had practically grown up with a guitar in his hands, as did our friend Drew, while Cody drummed on anything and everything within reach. I had never really expected it to go very far.

But one night, while we were just kinda jamming on the air, some drunk old bastard called the station.

“You mofos are bangin’!”

And it stuck. In that moment, we became the Bangin’ Mofos.