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

annoyance and touched the roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. But somehow that little action had him

Cherries.

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

as

even in his races

thing as he tries to catch up with Brett. If he

how much Tyler wanted to race in that tournament. And the only reason he even accepted to race with Tyler was that if no one did, then Tyler

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

This was a race.

man for

foot stepped on the accelerator, his skin feeling slick with sweat as images of Layla’s pink pussy lips

into his mind.

thought as

stepped on the accelerator

yelled out something to him, but Tyler’s mind was a bit focused

needing to finish

the dirt road ahead. The finishing

can hold up until then…..surely he

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

what he had done for him to feel this

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

screeching.

he needed something, anything

practically crave one girl so badly.

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

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

The finishing line was clear in sight

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

good thing.

his 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

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