Rules We Break 8 - Competition

Sage and Jeremy walked across the cold, dewy grass back to their home’s sliding door in silence, peeking into the windows of their living room to ensure no one was there waiting for them. Fortunately, no one was. Jeremy reached the door first and, as quietly as he could, pushed it open. He looked back at Sage, the two of them smiling devilishly as she stepped inside and kissed his cheek along the way. Jeremy tiptoed in behind her, closed the door, and latched it slowly. Sage made her way to the steps. Jeremy caught her hand and pulled her back in for a kiss. She laughed quietly as her hands trailed through his hair before she broke away and began moving up the stairs. Jeremy followed, slipping on a step with an over-eager gate. Sage covered her mouth when he did, the two laughing silently as they carefully slipped past Ryan and Amy’s door and into their bedroom.

The door latched behind them, and Jeremy turned to face her.

They stared at one another in the dark. The street lamplight spilling in from the window across Sage’s body. And even after all these years, Jeremy never could fully comprehend just how beautiful she was. Her full cleavage, her parted lips, her lovingly timid posture. All of it made her feel like a dream in the night. He approached her slowly, trailing his fingers delicately up her arms just enough for goosebumps to form.

Sage shivered at his touch.

"I can't believe we just did that," she whispered.

“I can’t either,” Jeremy replied. His hands fell to her hips, and he pulled her close. She looked up at him, eyes as ravenous as his.

They plunged into one another with a wild kiss.

Their hands reached for each other as they had long ago. Sage could see it. Her own personal rock star running off stage straight for her. Lifting her up high in the air while the crowds watched and jealous eyes leered.

Jeremy did the same now. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up, burying himself in her breasts before dropping her back to the floor and placing his hands on the sides of her face. His eyes were pools of chocolate, accented by a smile perfectly set in the frame of his dark hair and angled jawline. She leaned forward and kissed his full lips, moaning softly as her hand found his rock-hard cock. He squeezed her ass in response, grunting and pulling her as close to his body as he could.

She felt freedom in their touch. She tasted life on his lips. And he, in turn, handled her like he did when they were in college, twirling her and throwing her onto the bed. She felt breathless as he flipped her onto her stomach and slowly slid her dress over her hips.

Her breath quivered as his hands explored her legs.

Her heart raced as she felt him peel away her underwear.

She gasped as his tongue pressed against her. The pressure made her jump forward, but he grabbed her hips and pulled her back.

"Oh! Jeremy…" she was flustered, he had never taken her from behind like this before.

She felt his tongue lap upwards against her clit, a sensation overwhelming enough to make her legs tremble. Then, the steady rhythm of his lapping placed her under a spell. Over and over, he moved. Rocking her forward eagerly as he buried his face further into her sex.

Still spiraling from David, Sage now found herself unbearably ready. She closed her eyes and moaned as Jeremy's consumption of her became relentless. She clawed the bedsheets as she pressed her face into a pillow, muffling a loud cry as his fingers found her next. He pushed them in, and she eagerly pushed back. Slamming herself onto them, yearning for him to finally end this torture and fill her with his cock.

But the onslaught continued, torturous as it was. Jeremy thrust his fingers and licked her as if she were sweet nectar. Until finally, it became too much to bear.

"Please," Sage said weakly, legs quaking as Jeremy’s tongue continued to dance against her. "Please fuck me."

At her command, Jeremy slowly stood. His hands crawled up the sides of her waist and slowly slipped over her swollen breasts, squeezing them firmly.

His fingers could barely wrap around them.

His fingers sank into them before he squeezed her nipples.

She gasped and shuddered. Closing her eyes in a flash of ecstasy as she felt his hips press against her ass, and his cock slide between her legs. He pulled her closer to the bed's edge, grabbed her arms just below the shoulders, and pulled her upright. Her back pressed against his abs as his hands crawled back to her breasts and began to play with them once again.

Then his hand slid to her neck as she looked up at him, their lips touching as she felt his cock slide against her wet entrance. The sudden sensation left Sage temporarily stunned in pleasure.

"Fuck…" her voice quivered as she melted.

The swell of desire was so strong in her that she thought she might burst.

And as they kissed, Sage was alive.

The constant worry of her mind, the endless what-ifs she ran through, the inevitable, indomitable pressure she felt day to day, all melted away in the midst of their love.

Then Sage glanced out the window into David’s living room.

And saw him looking up.

Watching as Jeremy thrust against her.

Watching as Jeremy took her.

She wondered if he could see them.

If he was watching as Jeremy's cock slid up to her entrance and slowly pressed inward, taking the thing that he had been denied.

She had her answer once he began touching himself.

Jeremy pushed forward slowly and filled her, his hand reaching for her neck as he bit her earlobe.

He thrust slowly and steadily, every firm push causing her breasts to bounce.

She covered her mouth to silence her moans.

And as Jeremy filled her fully and completely, she rolled her head and looked over at David.

His cock was out and in his hand. Swollen, veiny, and throbbing. A cock more massive than any she had ever seen.

And seeing it again sent her over the edge.

"Fuck Jeremy!" she hissed softly as an orgasm pulsed through her. She breathed it out as he slowly thrust forward.

Over.

And Over.

Until she lost control of her body.

She could feel the slap of his flesh as he pushed her onto her stomach. As he moved her legs together and pounded her into the mattress.

Her mind swirled into blinding pleasure.

She was alive. And she'd forgotten how good it felt.

Jeremy pushed into her deeply once more before slowly pulling out. He flipped her onto her back and climbed on top of her, gazing deeply into her eyes as he carefully moved loose hairs from her face.

"Need a break?" he asked gently.

Sage shook her head, digging her fingers into the sheets.

"He's watching," she whispered. Jeremy froze as his eyes widened. He looked out the window and caught David’s gaze.

Almost comically, David stopped stroking himself when he did.

Sage looked between them awkwardly as they stared like two deer in headlights.

"Is it alright?" she asked.

As if her voice broke a spell, Jeremy’s eyes tore away from David and found hers.

"I don't see why not,” he said with a smile.

“You sure?” Sage asked.

“Yeah,” he leaned over and let his lips graze against hers. “I want him to see what he can’t have.”

At those terribly addictive words, Sage grabbed his neck and kissed him deeply.

As deeply as he thrusted.

Pushing well into her pelvis, moving her upwards with his eager thrusts. Pumping into her warm suction and smooth legs.

With the same passion lost long ago.

A fire swelled in her as his pace quickened.

"Just like that," she gasped, wrapping her arms underneath his and pulling him close. "Just like that!"

Her voice strained as Jeremy pounded, and before long, Sage let out a soft, whimpering cry as a second orgasm spread over her.

Those soft whimpers were muffled with tender kisses. Jeremy continued to thrust, then slowly pulled himself out, inch by inch.

He looked over at the window. Sage followed his eyes.

There, David still watched. And only for a moment, their eyes locked. A strange, primal challenge passing between them.

Then David’s eyes turned from Jeremy’s to Sage, and there they stayed.

Jeremy seemed to notice.

"Hey, I'd like to do something," he said.

"Alright…" Sage spoke with timid excitement, watching as Jeremy slowly crawled upward and straddled her chest.

Then he looked back out the window as he slapped his cock between her cleavage.

His jealousy burned her away.

Sage didn't need prompting. She promptly spat on his shaft and squeezed her tits together tightly. Unlike David, her cleavage enveloped Jeremy completely. But she could feel this pulse of him against her chest all the same. He held onto the headrest above her, muscles flexing as he thrust into her breasts with enough force to nearly take her breath away.

She looked out the window as Jeremy lost himself.

She watched David's thick fingers squeeze tightly around his shaft.

His pace quickened as Jeremy let out a gasp.

She bit her lip as David erupted onto his stomach, and Jeremy sprayed onto her chest.

And then both their tempos slowed.

Sage looked back at Jeremy. Smiling at the ecstasy strung across his face as he rode out his orgasm with a few more eager thrusts. And when his breath finally steadied, she let her breasts fall apart and rubbed his thighs gently.

"How was it, babe?" she asked.

Still gasping, Jeremy laughed quietly and nodded. "Fucking… amazing."

He slid out from between her cleavage and leaned down to kiss her gently. She kissed back eagerly. Their tongues dancing as she tasted passion on his lips.

Jeremy pulled away and looked back out the window.

David's blinds were now shut.

"I forgot how good this feels," she whispered. Pulling Jeremy's eyes back to her.

"What, sex?" he asked breathlessly, slipping off the bed and grabbing a towel from their dresser.

"No," she said, taking the towel from him as he dropped next to her in bed. "Well, yes. But the thrill of doing this kind of stuff."

"God, I know what you mean," Jeremy said with a laugh.

"I mean… when was the last time we did something like this?"

Jeremy paused for a moment. "My last show."

"Wow, was it really that long ago?”

"Yeah."

Sage shook her head as she slowly wiped herself. "God, what happened to us?"

Jeremy sighed. "I don't know, life slowly sneaks up on you, I guess."

Sage forced herself to ask the question she had always been afraid to ask.

"It was because of me, wasn’t it?"

"No," Jeremy said matter-of-factly. "We both chose this life, Sage."

"But I made you stop playing.”

"I agreed to stop playing," Jeremy corrected. "There's a difference."

“But I did make us move out here.”

“I wanted a nice house too, Sage. We picked it together.”

Sage went quiet. She tossed the towel to the side and wrapped her arm around his chest. Her eyes followed the tattoos along his arms that slowly ended at his shoulders.

"Can I ask you something?" he said.

"Sure,” Sage replied.

"Did you want to be an actress?"

Sage's head shot up.

"Who told you that?"

"Theo did," Jeremy said.

Sage could hear the grit in his voice when he said Theo’s name.

"God, Theo…" Sage grumbled.

"Is it true?" he asked.

"It is," Sage confirmed.

Jeremy’s gentle gaze found hers. "Why didn't you ever tell me?"

Sage sighed, already knowing the answer. But it was an answer buried too deep for the words to find their way to her lips. How does one explain the silhouettes of past pains tied to pure dreams? How could she tell him that it was buried beneath a thousand blows to her soul and body, when she herself didn’t fully understand it?

Or that when she thought of her dreams, all she saw was the yellow-stained room she’d been left in. Where the roaches ran across ash-stained carpet, and the walls were wet enough to push a finger through.

"I don't know," she said. "It was just a stupid little dream when I was young. Not something I could ever actually do. I guess I just...”

She grew timid. Jeremy’s hand found hers.

“It’s alright, you can tell me.”

Sage let out a deep breath. “I guess… when I see people like you. Who actually can do things. Who actually have… talent. It makes me realize I’m not meant for that life.”

She didn’t dare look at him. She couldn’t bear it.

“Hey,” he said.

At the sound of his voice, Sage’s pained eyes found his.

"You are absolutely talented.” His tone was so certain.

She simply nodded.

“I mean it, Sage. You could be an actress if you wanted.”

Sage breathed out as she pushed his face away playfully. "Stop."

"I mean it!"

"You've never seen me act," she said.

“Yes, I have! Remember the film projects for your Junior and Senior year. And what about that whole reel skit thing you were doing for a while?”

“Oh, please! Those weren’t good…”

“You had over twenty thousand subscribers!” Jeremy said.

Sage heard it, but her mind couldn’t believe it.

"They were just there for my body," she said sheepishly.

Jeremy caressed the side of her face. "Well, I think they were there for more, because you are so much more than that.”

Sage looked into his eyes deeply and rubbed his chest.

"Thanks for saying that."

"Of course."

Sage found herself relishing the possibilities presented to her. Still too scared to grasp at them fully. Still too wounded to believe that they could be real.

But, they absolutely could be real for him.

"You should start doing shows again," she said. Jeremy's eyes opened in surprise.

"Wait, you meant it?"

"I do," she said.

“Listen, it’s ok, I don’t need to—”

“Yes, you do,” Sage said softly.

She shared a look of longing with him. She watched as the artist stared back at her.

"I promise it won't get in the way of anything,” he said.

Sage smiled.

"It's ok if it did."

She saw only the slightest welling of tears in his eyes as his smile grew bright.

"I won't be quitting my job, I promise.”

He said it kindly. He said in jest.

But he would one day. It was only a matter of time.

"I know," she said sweetly. Caressing the side of his face. "I trust you."

He let out a breath. "Ok, well, I guess that means I'm calling Jessica and Tom."

Sage basked in his happiness while burying her own fears away. She could see the many ahead of them, and all the ways Jeremy would wake up.

She saw Jeremy’s inevitable growth to stardom, beaming bright on stage, and slowly waking up to the fact that Sage already knew.

That she was so small compared to him.

Nothing more than an anchor dragging him down.

And he would be kind, because that’s who Jeremy was. He would say all the right things and tell her it wasn’t her fault.

Until finally, she would wake up to packed bags and a somber face.

To a goodbye as he boarded a plane and flew to his dreams, never to return.

But right now, at least, she could bury her face into his chest. She could fight the fear away, and hope it wouldn’t come to pass.

And she would do her best to enjoy the journey till they got there.

Because she refused to stamp out the soul of the man she loved.

"Go knock them dead," she said.

Jeremy pulled her close and kissed her as if he'd never tasted her lips before.

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