Learning to Be Driven novel · Chapter 2 of 12
Chapter 2: Second Lesson
Rafael hit the brakes.
He turned off the engine.
The silence of the countryside settled over the cab like a blanket.
I could hear the crickets, the wind in the eucalyptus trees, and both of us breathing hard.
His wet fingers were still in front of my face, and I couldn’t look away.
He wiped his hand on his pants, slowly, without taking his eyes off the windshield.
“This can’t happen again,” he said.
His voice came out low and ragged.
“Why?”
“You’re my daughter’s best friend.”
“I am.”
“You’re twenty-two.”
“And you’re forty-six.”
“Exactly.”
“I’m an adult.”
“I know.”
“And you put your hand right there.”
“I know.” He closed his eyes. “It was a mistake.”
I turned around on his lap without getting off, until I was facing him.
I put my hands on his chest.
I felt his heart racing beneath his shirt.
“Then teach me again,” I said.
He opened his eyes.
He looked at me.
I watched him struggle.
I watched him count to ten, to twenty, to a hundred, his jaw tight and his hands gripping the steering wheel.
Until he gave in.
He took me by the nape and kissed me.
It was a rough, urgent kiss that tasted like coffee and man.
I moaned against his mouth.
His tongue parted my lips, explored me, claimed me, and I clung to his shoulders as if I were about to fall.
He unbuttoned my blouse with one hand.
He pulled it off my shoulders.
He took off my bra with a practiced motion.
He looked at my breasts.
“God,” he said.
“Don’t say anything.”
“I can’t say nothing.”
He took them in both hands, squeezed them, lifted them, then lowered his head and sucked one nipple.
I cried out.
Heat shot through my belly like a thread of fire.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, arching into his mouth as his tongue licked me with cruel slowness.
“Mr. Rafael...”
“Rafael.”
“Rafael.”
“That’s it.”
I opened his shirt.
Button by button, my hands clumsy, until I uncovered his broad chest, dark hair, and warm brown skin.
I kissed his neck.
I bit his collarbone.
He let out a low growl.
He lifted my skirt with both hands to my waist.
He pulled my thong down just enough to bare me, then sat me back on his lap, my legs on either side of him.
I felt his hard fly against my naked pussy.
I rubbed myself against it.
Once.
Twice.
Each time I moved up and down, the rough denim brushed my clit, and my knees sank into the seat.
“That’s it,” he said through clenched teeth. “Just like that. Keep going.”
I unbuckled his belt.
I pulled down his zipper.
I took him out.
His cock was thick, long, veined, and wet at the tip.
I took it in both hands.
Rafael tipped his head back against the seat.
“Lucero.”
“Tell me what to do.”
“Squeeze harder.”
I squeezed.
“Slower.”
I slowed down.
“Use your thumb.”
I ran my thumb over the tip, and he moaned.
“That’s it. Very good.”
He caressed my thigh with one hand.
With the other, he took me by the neck, not squeezing, and made me look at him.
“Very good,” he repeated. “Good girl.”
Something inside me came undone.
I don’t know why those two words made me tremble like that.
I felt small, protected, desired.
“Say it again.”
“Good girl.”
I squeezed my thighs together.
I lowered my hand to his waist, and he slid his fingers inside me again, two of them, all the way in, his thumb on my clit.
We both moved to the same rhythm.
His hand on me.
Mine on him.
The cab smelled like sweat and sex and wet earth.
“I’m going to come,” I panted.
“Wait for me.”
“I can’t.”
“A little longer.”
“No...”
Then my phone rang.
A cheerful, high-pitched ringtone I recognized immediately.
It was in the pocket of my skirt, crushed between his chest and mine.
The screen lit up.
“Andrea.”
We both froze.
His hand was still inside me.
Mine was wrapped around him.
The phone rang again.
“Don’t answer,” Rafael whispered.
“If I don’t, she’ll text me.”
“Lucero...”
“If I don’t answer, she’ll get suspicious.”
I took the phone with my free hand.
I answered.
“Hello?”
“Lucha!” my friend’s cheerful voice shouted over the speaker. “How’s it going with my dad? Have you driven yet?”
Rafael stared at me, his eyes wide.
I covered my mouth so I wouldn’t moan.
He moved his fingers inside me, barely, just once, and I stifled a sound.
“Yeah... good...”
“What’s wrong? You sound weird.”
“It’s just... I’m concentrating.”
“Oh, Lucha, you’re so serious. Is he yelling at you?”
“No.”
“Did he let you drive by yourself?”
“No... he’s... he’s teaching me.”
Rafael clenched his teeth to keep from laughing.
He curled his fingers inside me and touched a spot that made me jerk.
“Ow,” I said, way too loudly.
“What happened?”
“A pothole.”
“Ugh, those roads in Yaruquí are torture. Well, I won’t keep you. Are you coming over later? Mom brought us empanadas.”
“Yeah... I’ll come by later.”
“Kisses!”
She hung up.
The phone slipped from my hand and fell to the floor.
I stared at Rafael, eyes wide and cheeks burning.
He laughed softly without letting go of me.
“You’re incredible,” he said.
“I hate you.”
“I know.”
“You did that on purpose.”
“A little.”
He pressed his thumb against my clit.
“But now finish what you started.”
I came with a hoarse cry, shattering over his hand, my nails digging into his chest.
He came right after me, into my fist, with a deep growl.
We stayed like that, holding each other, sweaty, until I stopped trembling.
When I finally lifted my head, my hair was stuck to my face and my blouse was open.
Rafael was looking at me with an expression that made my chest ache.
It wasn’t regret.
It was something much more serious.
“This is a problem,” he said.
“Yeah.”
“A huge problem.”
“Yeah.”
“I have to stop seeing you.”
“Tell me that tomorrow.”
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