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.

past him. The little fucker flipped him the middle finger as

tip of his tongue. But somehow that little action had him tasting her even more,

Cherries.

the fuck? Tyler thought with frustration as his fingers twitch on the wheel

He growled aloud as he stepped

him even in

cursing at every living thing as he tries to catch up with Brett. If he loses this race, he’d not go to

even accepted to race with Tyler was that

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

This was a race.

man

skin feeling slick with sweat as images of

into his mind.

thought as

Layla, Tyler pushed through and stepped on the accelerator harder until the wind

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

ground his teeth, needing

dirt road ahead. The finishing line

hold up until then…..surely he

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

understand what he had done for him to feel this kind

the accelerator, and zoomed past Brett’s car.

screeching.

this race and then he needed something, anything to get his mind off of

to practically crave one girl so badly. Can

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

his cock and that proved to not have been the best idea

The finishing line was clear in sight but Layla’s

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

good thing.

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

darkening glare on the road, Tyler steeled his focus and sped past Brett the

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