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

his mouth with the tip of his tongue. But somehow that little action had him

Cherries.

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

growled aloud as he

tormenting him even

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

knew how much Tyler wanted to race in that tournament. And the only reason he even accepted

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

This was a race.

man for

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

into his mind.

thought as he nearly

through and stepped on the accelerator harder until the

Tyler’s

ground his teeth, needing to finish

dirt road ahead. The finishing line was where they

up until then…..surely he

the heavens and hell. He didn’t understand why his body

didn’t understand what he had done for him to feel this

zoomed past Brett’s car.

screeching.

to finish this race and then he needed something,

be healthy to practically

his cock to ease the slight throb. Perhaps the sucker

to not have been the best idea since that had Brett speeding

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

now getting angry at her. She was

good thing.

to focus. And not only on Layla. Not on

the road, Tyler steeled his focus and sped past Brett the last second

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