Page 129 of No Rules

My gaze meets his, and I come down on him even more gently. My teasing does not please him. He squints his eyes and raises his hips suddenly. My breath stops at his gesture. The pain mixes with pleasure. It’s much too good.

It’s dangerous.

But how to stop? How do I hold back from diving off the cliff to join this ocean of lust?

In spite of my inner warnings, in spite of our personalities and our headaches, our desire to kill each other every five minutes…

I follow his rhythm, I accelerate, and after interminable minutes, I let myself go to the pleasure. I contract myself and cling to his body desperately. It seems to please him. I watch his face break down, his mask melt away, and his features relax little by little.

He joins me a second later, closing his eyes, pulsing inside me. His heat spreads, even through the latex, to warm me from the inside.

The car is heating up. The only sounds we hear are those of the rain and our breaths. I am immersed in my thoughts. His index finger traces an arabesque on the bare skin of my back, and I can’t stop the shiver that runs through me. The windows are covered with mist, we can’t see the outside anymore. We have succumbed once again. And I don’t regret it, come to think of it.

I stare at Tucker, and he stares back. We push each other away. We hurt each other. Then we attract each other and succumb. I feel like a real bond is forming between us. A bond that I will have a hard time breaking. A bond that I don’t understand yet.

“So,” I say, struggling to find the words, “are you satisfied now?”

I feel his cock hardening once again inside me as though in response.

I’m screwed…

He smiles at me softly, but he looks gloomy.

That’s when there’s a knock against the window. I hold back a startle, and Tucker lets out an expletive through his beard.

“I can’t believe it,” he mumbles as I struggle to put on my blouse.

Indeed, two buttons are missing. The panic is felt when a flashlight illuminates the interior of the car. We can hardly see anything with the fog but enough to guess what we were doing.

“Is anyone in there?” asks an older male voice.

I exchange glances with Tucker and finally get back in my seat. I hold back a smile as I watch him struggle to zipper up his fly over his semi-erection. I barely have time to reach my seat when he is forced to roll down his window.

A man in uniform bends his head down to the window, shining his flashlight in our eyes. It’s one of the campus guards, damn it.

“You’re on a college campus,” he begins, running his free hand through his gray mustache. “What the hell are you doing?”

I’m racking my brain but Tucker is faster. “It’s cold out there, we’re just trying to keep warm naturally, sir. The ecology, all that…”

“Keeping warm, huh?” the old man chuckles. “Do you live here?”

“Yes, sir,” I answer. “I live in the residence across the street.”

“Zip up your jeans properly, young man, and you, get back to your residence before I call the cops for disturbing the peace.”

I do not wait one second, dead of shame. I pick up my bag, and before I can move, Tucker leans over to me, perfectly serene and calm.

“Good night…dream of me.”

I give him the finger in reply and hurry out of the car, praying to the gods that this is all just a big joke. Well, at least the last five minutes…

36. Achieving your Goals

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I pull a cigarette from my back pocket and light it, letting the wind lull me. The rain makes it difficult. I lean against one of the streetlights, the only one that doesn’t work, and continue to stare at the pickup truck parked about fifty feet away.

I can hardly be seen, which helps me to observe in peace what is happening in front of me.

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