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.

had Brett speeding past him. The little fucker flipped him the middle finger as he

of his

Cherries.

as his fingers twitch on the wheel as if in search of Layla’s

growled aloud as

was tormenting him even in his races

at every living thing as he tries to

only reason he even accepted to race with Tyler was that if no one did, then Tyler would

for a friend like Brett but knew Brett would not give up a race, he’d want Tyler to fight for

This was a race.

man

stepped on the accelerator, his skin feeling slick with sweat as

into his mind.

was torture, he thought as

stepped on

who yelled out something to him, but Tyler’s mind was a bit focused on something else and not

his teeth, needing to finish

at the dirt road

hold up

cursed the heavens

what he had done for

pressing his foot on the accelerator, and zoomed past Brett’s car. He

screeching.

needed

healthy to practically crave one girl

hand twitched to rub his cock to ease the slight throb. Perhaps the sucker just needed to get wet to stop acting so wild

proved to not have been the best idea since that had Brett speeding

and harder on the accelerator. The finishing line was clear in sight

cursed, now getting angry at her. She was a distraction, she was distracting

good thing.

jaw and his gaze on the road. He had to focus. And not only on Layla. Not on his tormenting thoughts,

on the road, Tyler steeled his focus and sped past Brett the last second before they got to the

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