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.

little fucker flipped

touched the roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. But

Cherries.

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

He growled aloud as he stepped on the

tormenting him even

until it hurt, cursing at every living thing as he tries to catch up with Brett.

And the only reason he even accepted to race with

grateful for a friend like Brett but knew Brett would not give

This was a race.

every man

the accelerator, his skin feeling slick with sweat

into his mind.

he thought as

through and stepped on the accelerator harder until the wind whipping against

caught up to Brett who yelled out something to him, but Tyler’s mind was a bit focused on something else and

needing to finish the

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

up until then…..surely

cursed the heavens and hell. He didn’t understand why

didn’t understand what he had done for him

and zoomed past Brett’s

screeching.

he needed something, anything to get his mind off

cannot be healthy to practically

Perhaps the sucker just needed to get wet to stop acting so wild

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

on the accelerator. The finishing line was clear in sight but Layla’s

angry at her. She

good thing.

gaze on the road. He had to focus. And not only on Layla. Not on

sped past

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