Lick it And Slip it in by Demiah13

Chapter 64

Brett was right. No one stepped up to the plate and grew enough balls to race him, well except for Brett himself.

With his arm slang on the side of the door, Brett nudges his chin cockily. ” Ready to eat my dust?”

Tyler shook his head, a smirk curving on his lips. “Not if you eat mine first.” He revved his car and hears the loud yells of excitement from everyone behind.

Brett laughed.

A girl, not older than him with shorts ending just below her ass and a tight crop shirt comes between the two cars. In her hand was a red handkerchief that would set the race going.

She cock her hips, and her mascara so thick and dark makes it hard to see her eyes properly. Not that Tyler cared to see the color of her eyes.

“Ready?!” She yelled, lifting up her hand with the kerchief.

Both Tyler and Brett revved their cars and looked at each other with a smirk on their faces.

“Set!” Her screechy voice yelled.

Tyler revved louder and Brett follows suit.

“Go!”

Tyler face forward, stepping on the accelerator and pushes forward. Quickly, the thrilling feeling he usually gets when racing swamps his body.

It felt so good.

So freeing.

He listened to his engine, the vibration of the gear stick, feel the whipping of the wind against his ears, and loved it.

But then whilst meditating on those feelings and sounds….he also tasted.

And he tasted her.

Tyler breathed in a sharp breath through his nose and clumsily turned the wheel. Luckily he had time to set his hands properly and avoid a collision.

Brett speeding past him. The little fucker

mouth with the tip of his tongue. But somehow that little action had him tasting her even more, until he could practically smell

Cherries.

his fingers twitch on the wheel as if

He growled aloud as

was tormenting him even in his

to catch up with Brett. If he loses this race, he’d

only reason he even accepted to race with Tyler was that if no one

Brett would not give up a race, he’d want Tyler to fight

This was a race.

every man for

accelerator, his skin feeling slick with sweat as images of Layla’s

into his mind.

thought as he nearly slammed

his mind corrupted with Layla, Tyler pushed through and stepped on the accelerator harder until the wind whipping

Tyler’s mind was a

his teeth, needing to

steering wheel tighter, glaring at the dirt road ahead. The finishing line was

can hold up until then…..surely he

cock twitching and cursed the heavens and hell. He didn’t understand why his body was tormenting

for him to feel this kind

and zoomed past Brett’s car. He

screeching.

needed something, anything to get his mind off of

cannot be healthy to practically crave one

cock to ease the slight throb. Perhaps the sucker just needed to get wet

shifted in his seat from the discomfort of his cock and that proved to not have been the best idea since that had Brett

the accelerator. The finishing line was clear in sight but Layla’s wet pussy was also in sight too. In

this girl.” He cursed, now getting angry at her. She was a distraction, she was distracting him and that wasn’t

good thing.

And not only on Layla. Not on his tormenting thoughts, but on the road, on his

focus and sped past Brett the last second before they got to the finishing

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