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

his teeth in annoyance and touched the roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. But somehow that

Cherries.

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

growled aloud as he stepped on

even in his races

tries to catch up with Brett. If he loses this race, he’d not

that tournament. And the only reason he even accepted

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

This was a race.

man

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

into his mind.

as

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

to him, but Tyler’s mind was a

teeth, needing to

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

up

the heavens and hell.

done for him to feel

on the accelerator, and zoomed past

screeching.

he needed something, anything to get his

be healthy to practically crave one girl

twitched to rub his cock to ease the slight throb. Perhaps the sucker just

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

Tyler presses harder and harder on the accelerator. The finishing line was clear in sight but Layla’s wet pussy was also in sight too. In his

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

good thing.

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

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

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