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.

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

tip of his tongue. But somehow that little action

Cherries.

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

it!” He growled aloud as he stepped on the

him even in his

his teeth until it hurt, cursing at every living thing as he tries to catch up with Brett. If he loses this race, he’d not go to the

he even accepted

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

This was a race.

every man for

stepped on the accelerator, his skin feeling slick with sweat as images

into his mind.

he thought as he nearly slammed the

through and stepped on the accelerator harder until the

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

ground his teeth, needing to finish the

the dirt road ahead. The finishing

hold up

twitching and cursed the heavens

had done for him to feel this kind of

and zoomed past

screeching.

he needed something, anything to

surely cannot be healthy to practically crave one girl

hand twitched to rub his cock to ease the slight throb. Perhaps the sucker just needed to get wet to stop acting so wild and

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

harder on the accelerator. The finishing line was clear in sight

angry at her. She

good thing.

to focus. And not only on Layla. Not on his tormenting

on the road, Tyler steeled his focus and sped

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