Page 84 of Rafferty's Rules
‘Rafferty, no!’
Her eyes are wide as she looks out of both driver and passenger window as though searching for an audience or a camera, but we’re flying down the highway so I can’t see how I’ll be flashing anyone.
‘I’m not getting naked.’ Much. ‘Just opening my daks to get out the pole of truth.’
‘The pole of—’
‘The judge of sexiness, call it what you will.’
‘I call it madness! I can’t just say sexy stuff to order—for your entertainment!’
‘Not even if it’s in the rules? The rules you instigated.’ She makes a noise as though she’s in pain. ‘Here’s the deal,’ I say, carrying on. ‘Every time a grey car passes, I want you to say something dirty—not something sexy because I do remember what you said last night. It was hot. It was smoking hot. And now we’re going for filthy.’
‘Why?’ she moans aloud. ‘Why would you be so mean to me?’
‘Because it’s in the rules, darl. Hold the wheel.’ As she almost lunges for it, I take the opportunity to pull my cock from the confines of my shorts. ‘Look, he’s into it already.’ Her gaze instantly falls to my lap, darting away just as quick.
‘Look, there’s the first one,’ I say as a silver car passes, going the opposite way.
‘That’s not grey,’ she says quickly.
‘It was silver. If you want to be pedantic, it was a grey Audi. I’ve owned one before, so I can probably tell you the exact shade.’
‘You cannot!’ she scoffs loudly.
‘Dolphin micah silver,’ I answer confidently. But really? No bloody idea.
‘I can’t believe I’m doing this,’ she says again.
‘What? Did I miss it? Did you whisper it?’
‘I want to give your dick a mouth hug!’ The words pepper the air like machinegun fire. I try not to laugh and fail. Badly.
‘Jeez.’ I wipe away a tear of mirth. ‘that’s a new one on me.’
‘It’s not much worse than blow job—there’s no blowing’
‘That’s true. And your mouth can give me a hug anytime.’
‘Thank you. Wait, shouldn’t you be saying that?’
‘You mouth does give spectacular hugs. Ah—look—another one.’ This time there’s no disputing the colour; solid grey.’
‘Oh, man.’
She tugs at her ponytail, suddenly sitting forward as she begins raking her fingers through her hair. She must be there a couple of minutes, and I’m just about to say that it’s fine, that the game isn’t worth the stress she’s putting herself under when she sits up again, channelling one hundred percent sex kitten. Her hair? As messy as fuck and twice as sexy, and the chocolate colour of her eyes seem darker, sultrier somehow. And I reckon she’s bitten her bottom lip because it’s a deep pink and a little swollen.
‘Listen up,’ she begins with a confident quirk of her head. ‘Next time I get you alone, I’m going to suck your dick like I need it to live.’
Fuck. Me. Blind.
It might even be worth being fucked to blindness when she put it like that. She may be play-acting, but I believe her. Who wouldn’t want to with those kinds of promises?
Does she mean it, or is this part of the game?
I shut those thoughts down immediately. There are no dark alleyways or secluded streets, and even if there were—fuck, stop!
Despite the fact that my cock is screaming for a bit of action, I tighten my grip on the steering when; I’ve got ninety more minutes to go.
