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.

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

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

Cherries.

frustration as his fingers twitch

He growled aloud as he stepped on the

was tormenting him even in

cursing at every living thing as he tries to catch up

race in that tournament. And the only reason he even accepted to race with Tyler was

knew Brett would not give up a race,

This was a race.

man for

slick with sweat

into his mind.

as he nearly slammed

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

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

needing

dirt road ahead. The finishing line was where

hold up until then…..surely he

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

what he had done for him to feel

on the accelerator, and zoomed past Brett’s car. He made a turn,

screeching.

and then he needed something, anything to get his

surely cannot be healthy to practically crave one girl so

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

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

was clear in sight but Layla’s

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

good thing.

He had to focus. And not only on Layla. Not on

and sped past Brett the last second before

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