Page 21 of Copper

I should have done this with Aaron. We should have just cut out the middleman the other night. I want it so bad that my mouth waters for him. His skin. His scent. His taste.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asks like he’s reading my mind.

I want to tell him that I want him. I can’t have him, though. Not with what I’ve done. Look at me, for fuck’s sake. Look at what I’ve done to us. My innocent sheriff has his dick in another man’s ass in some kind of twisted game we play. The things I’ve done will taint me forever and will infect him. They already have.

All I can do right now, though, is position my legs higher so they’re thrown over a frat guy’s shoulders and near Aaron’s face.

Aaron wastes no time in dragging his tongue over my ankle and up my calf as my eyes practically roll back into my head at the force of Jason’s thrusts. They have nothing to do with Jason. This is all Dwyer’s power. Jason’s just a well-paying dildo.

Aaron’s lips burn on my skin as he mouths and tongues my calf. I should have let him eat my pussy when he asked the other night because his lips are warm, and they feel like home. And that tongue…

He rests his head against my ankle and pumps into Jason again and again, not even trying to hide his moans. This may be the first time he’s fucked a man, but he’s not hiding the enjoyment. Pride moves through my chest when I realize that he still doesn’t have any shame or embarrassment from me. He could hide his face or bite his tongue to keep everyone in the room from hearing how much he likes riding a man’s ass, but he hides nothing from my eyes and ears.

Guilt seeps into my soul even as I rock into the incredible pleasure.

“This is a tight little hole. I’ve forgotten how good ass is.”

“Don’t stop,” Jason begs, pulling me out of the world I only share with Aaron Dwyer. “Fuck me hard, bro.”

Aaron goes deeper until the sound of Aaron’s thighs slapping against Jason’s butt cheeks fills the room. If anyone walks by the room right now, there’s no way I can hide this. My eyes flick to the door, worried we’ll be caught. Everyone expects unsavory activity from a stripper. They don’t expect to see the county sheriff balls deep in a frat guy’s ass at a strip club.

Aaron grips Jason’s hair and pulls him back so Jason practically swoons into Aaron’s built chest. “Don’t you know how to please a lady? Rub her clit.”

Jason’s hand fumbles at my slit, and it becomes obvious that Jason knows nothing about pleasing a woman. He looks for my clit half a centimeter too high.

Aaron smirks at me and nuzzles Jason’s jaw. “It’s not her belly button, moron. Here,” he says, forcing Jason’s hand at the engorged and wanting nub at my center.

It’s my turn to arch my back and cuss.

“See what that does to her? It’s a magical thing to watch, huh?” He moves back to gripping Jason’s hips so hard the younger man will have bruises. “Keep rubbing until she moans my fucking name. She knows it.”

The only moaning happening now comes from Jason’s mouth. No matter how hard Aaron fucks him and no matter the degrading things Aaron calls him, Jason moans like a bitch in heat. If possible, I think Jason enjoys being fucked by Aaron more than he enjoys my sopping wet cunt.

And I’m a mess. A filthy mess as Jason’s sweat drops onto my face as he’s bent over like a good boy, taking his ass pounding from my senior prom date. The sweat and body fluids are nothing compared to my soaked pussy. Hell, even a tear leaks down my cheek as my nose runs.

“Hear how wet that pussy is for me? Does it feel good? Tell me all about it,” Aaron whispers next to Jason’s ear. “Fuck knows she won’t let me have it.”

“S-so w-wet,” Jason stammers. “Good.”

Aaron fists Jason’s hair again. “I’m going to make you come so hard like I know you want. I can feel how much you want to get off. When I’m done with you, you’ll pay the lady twice what you offered her and never come back here. Do I make myself crystal fucking clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good boy.” Aaron spanks Jason’s ass cheek hard, the sound practically echoing through the room.

Aaron calling another man his good boy does it. I arch my back, my vision tunnels, and I shake until I worry I’ll never stop. I tremble and shake as Aaron urges me on, telling me I’m gorgeous and telling me I’m the only girl he ever wants to be with again. He leans forward, past Jason’s head, and places a kiss on my cheek.

I want to wrap my arms around his neck and pull him to me for a real kiss, but Jason loses his fucking shit and wails like a dying animal between us. Aaron pulls out of Jason’s ass just as Jason unloads into his condom.

In one fluid movement, Aaron unrolls his condom, throws it on the table, and grabs Jason’s face like the mafia men grabbed mine. He pinches Jason’s cheeks together and forces him to focus on Aaron’s face, even gripping his hair and pulling hard. “Suck my dick while she watches.”

Aaron widens his stance in front of Jason, and his finger moves to my clit because he knows I can come back-to-back. It was our thing senior year. I could get off, and he knew he could move his finger a fraction of an inch and adjust the pressure to send me into the stratosphere a minute later.

I place my hand on the top of his as it rotates over my clit, welcoming his familiar touch, and I watch in fascination as Jason bends down and takes Aaron into his mouth, gagging when Aaron thrusts down the younger man’s throat. “Drink it when I’m done,” Aaron grunts, fisting Jason’s hair.

Jason has obviously sucked dick before because he bobs like a professional, licking and sucking on the tip of Aaron’s cock when he needs to take a breath. I watch until my second orgasm forces my eyes to flutter closed.

“Aaron,” I moan, unable to stop myself. It rolls off my lips like my own name.

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