Xena nods as Tokyo opens the door to her car.
“Roman,” Tokyo mutters, and my eyes find hers as she flips me off. “Don’t get left behind.”
My response is a mocking smile. Opening the door for my girl, I watch as she climbs into the truck, her ass perfectly displayed as she taunts me with a good time. Maybe I should fuck her right after I win.
Nothing like a celebratory nut.
The truck growls beneath me as I pull up to the starting line. A total of six cars line up, and in the far-left corner, I spot the blue car. “Fuck, Roman, you’re really doing this.” Xena leans over and places a wet kiss on my neck. “I’m so fucking horny right now.”
I smile at that, looking over at my girl and watching how she closes her legs, pressing them against each other.
“Needy little slut,” I purr, pressing my foot on the gas, causing the truck to roar. It’s the loudest and the heaviest of them all. I bet they expect me to lose, but I know my way around curves. Plus, my girl is horny, so I need this to be done and over with so I can fuck her properly. A horn blares in front of us—the music stops.
A woman dressed in a skimpy cheerleader costume walks to the front, holding a green flare high in the sky. My hand tightens around the shifter, the other on the wheel. Xena bounces beside me. I feel her eyes on me—full of lust and hunger.
The cars are all idling.
When the light goes down…
GO.
Tires screech and smoke rises as the cars and my truck jolt forward.
“FUCK, RO!” Xena screeches with excitement. “Win, baby. Win.”
Tokyo’s car remains next to me. From the corner of my eye, I can see the tension in her face before she pulls ahead, blocking a silver Honda from moving any closer. My one hand shifts down, and my other quickly turns the wheel to ride the curve.
Xena giggles—the sound rushing straight to my balls. “You like this?”
“Fuck yes,” she breathes, her hand inching towards the dent in the fabric of my pants. I almost want to tell her not to, that I might actually fucking crash, but when her hand slips inside, all doubt leaves the truck and all I feel is her.
My truck takes all the curves as we climb into the mountain, and I dodge a swerving coupe. Tokyo hugs the curve, while I push my Pop’s truck beyond its limit, gears grinding as I surgeahead. Xena continues to laugh and stroke my cock. “Baby, you trust me?” I ask through clenched teeth.
“Always.”
“Ride me,” I breathe out. It’s not the safest thing to do, but Xena will always be safe in my hands. Always. I lay off the gas just enough to push my seat back a little and give her room to straddle me.
My girl sinks onto me with a loud moan as I shift up and press on the gas.
“Don’t crash.”
Her mouth grazes mine as her hips begin to grind. The heat of her skin and the thrill of the race have me dangling over the edge with an urgency to jump down headfirst.
“I’ll die with your cunt wrapped around me if I have to,” I growl as her teeth bite down on my neck. My body bucks.
My mind blurs between ecstasy and adrenaline.
I’m so lost in the moment; I almost don’t see Tokyo abruptly stopping right as we hit the pull into a curve. “Fuck, hold on.”
Then suddenly, I feel a blow come from behind, causing the car to fishtail as I wrestle with control.
“RO!” Xena screams as her arms wrap around my neck. Then the headlights get closer. That same black car pulls up beside us, and the masked person inside just waves before Tokyo closes in again as I finally manage to straighten out the truck.
“What the fuck is happening?” Xena whispers into my skin, realizing we are smashed between both cars. Her friend closed us in.
“Xena, I need you to go back to your seat. Trust me. Please.”
She nods; small drops of tears fall quickly on my heated skin. I slip from inside her as she moves back to the passenger seat. Thankfully, they strike once she’s back in the seat and restrained. This time, the truck swerves, and Xena screams.
