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

his teeth in annoyance and touched the roof of his mouth with the tip of his

Cherries.

his fingers twitch on the wheel as if in search

it!” He growled aloud as he stepped on

tormenting him even in his

at every living thing as he tries to catch up with Brett.

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

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

This was a race.

every man for

feeling slick with sweat as images of Layla’s

into his mind.

he thought as he nearly

on the accelerator harder until

caught up to Brett who yelled out something to him, but Tyler’s mind

ground his teeth, needing to finish

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

hold up until

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

had done for him

accelerator, and zoomed past

screeching.

then he needed something, anything to get his mind

be healthy to practically

cock to ease the slight throb. Perhaps the sucker just needed to get wet to stop acting so wild

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

was clear in sight

at her. She was a distraction,

good thing.

focus. And not only on Layla. Not on his tormenting thoughts,

his focus and sped past Brett the last second

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