Page 20 of Copper

If Aaron was angry before, he’s sad now. His face crinkles like he’s going to cry, and I wish I could take back my words. My mouth opens a little like I’m shocked at my own words.

Jason pumps into me, and I wrap my legs around him, pretending that I’m enjoying it. I arch my back, close my eyes, and moan. Not that I want to. This kid is a lukewarm lay at best. No wonder his girl left him. But I soldier through the ruse. If Aaron’s going to throw insults at me like he did the other night and make me feel like the cheap whore I obviously am, he can stand there and watch someone fuck me.

Jason notices and turns his head. “Hey, man, if you insist on being in the room, make yourself useful or something.”

“It’s just sex, Aaron. It doesn’t mean anything. Watch if you want. I need this money. If you don’t want to watch, take a hike,” I say, pointing to the door.

“It would mean something to me.”

Aaron opens his mouth to say something else, but Jason cuts him off. “If you insist on being here, why don’t you watch me fuck her while you fuck my ass?”

I stop arching into Jason’s thrusts. In fact, I freeze entirely like a record just skipped at a rave.

Did he just ask my high school boyfriend and the county sheriff to not only watch another man fuck me but fuck his ass while he does it?

“Excuse me?” Aaron and I ask at the same time.

Jason slaps the couch. “Bro, my friends and I fuck all the time between bitches. What’s the big deal? It feels good. I could go for a dick milking with a nice prostate rub thrown in.”

Aaron’s going to walk away. He’ll wait for me after work, and we’ll apologize to each other in that way we do. It’s how we’ve done it since high school. We won’t talk for a long stretch, and then we’ll run into each other doing errands, strike up a conversation about something mundane like stamp prices or the best brand of potato soup, and everything will be forgotten.

I sure don’t expect Aaron Dwyer to undo his belt without breaking eye contact with me.

He stalks like a panther and doesn’t blink. That’s the scariest part. His face is steel, without emotion. Unflappable and determined. He unbuttons the bottom buttons of his khaki uniform shirt and parts the fabric like it’s no big deal.

“Fuck, yeah,” Jason mumbles, his hands finally gripping my breasts and holding them as they jiggle. He widens his stance and bends forward on me.

I can’t tear my eyes from Aaron. I should look away, ashamed. He looks at me with hooded eyes and grabs a condom off the table. “It’s just sex, right, Lu – Copper?”

“Don’t do this.”

My words come from my heart, but they fall on deaf ears. Aaron pulls his dick out of his pants behind Jason and rolls the condom on his cock without looking at Jason’s ass or his own dick. If he needs help to get erect, I can’t tell, but I hear the unmistakable thumping sound of Aaron’s cock against Jason’s ass.

His eyes never leave mine until he mouths, “I wish this was you.”

“Don’t,” I whimper. I have no idea if I’m telling him not to fuck Jason’s ass or if I’m replying to the fact that he wishes it was me. Probably both.

“If this is the only way you’ll let me fuck you, so be it. Just know that every time I push into this guy’s asshole, I’ll wish it was your pussy. You want to wrap your legs around this guy and let him have that cunt I want so bad? I’ll be the guy controlling every thrust he gives you.”

Tears burn my eyes as Aaron finally looks down and spits hard on Jason’s asshole. He lets his pants drop to his knees, squares into position, and inches into Jason, placing one hand firmly on Jason’s back and one hand on his hip.

Jason arches his back and squirms. Oh. My. Fucking. God. Aaron Dwyer is making a man squirm as he slides his dick into his ass.

“Don’t just kneel there. Fuck her, you little prick,” Aaron growls, fisting Jason’s hair. It’s probably meant to be degrading, but my mouth waters. “If you don’t, I will.”

Aaron can’t see Jason’s face, but I can. Jason’s young and can’t control himself. He’s bit off way more than he can chew with both of us, and he’s helpless to control the situation now that he actually has a dick in his ass. I’m half afraid he’ll pass out.

Aaron grunts and pushes Jason until he’s an inch from my face. If I wanted to kiss Jason, I could bend up and place my lips on his.

Too bad the only man I really want to kiss is otherwise busy behind the annoying frat guy in my face.

“Fine, Princess,” Aaron says, running a hand down the younger man’s spine again and then slapping Jason’s ass. “I’ll show you how she likes it. Take notes, asshole.”

Aaron slams into Jason so hard that I cringe at how much that must have hurt. Jason, to his credit, takes it. He wasn’t joking when he said he’d done this before. This is someone who knows what to expect and breathes through the initial discomfort.

Then he takes it again and again. Aaron grips Jason’s hips like he used to grip mine and thrusts into him over and over as Jason moans. The movement pushes Jason’s cock into me.

Aaron Dwyer is fucking me with Jason’s dick.

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