Page 37 of Ride or Die
"Fuck off, Serena! Shouldn't you be giving someone head to get a free ride home?" Colton snaps, making her eyes widen.
“Ignore her. Everything she says is lies,” Colt grumbles.
I can’t say that it doesn’t bother me because it does. Colt has been with a lot of girls, which is intimidating enough. Add in the fact they all hate me, and I know they have malicious intent at every turn. It’s just a matter of time before one of them tries to step between us.
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
DRIVE
LAYLA
“Okay, so, when the RPM gauge revs to 2-2.5, slowly release the clutch, and you’ll feel the gear catch. Release the clutch too early, and the car stalls. You keep trying again and again until you hit the right spot.”
We’re sitting in an empty ‘park and ride’ with Colt trying to teach me how to drive a stick. I have a license only because my dad demanded I get one when I was sixteen so I could drive him whenever he needed a fix. But I don’t drive often, let alone a stick shift.
“You can even hear it in the engine. Eventually you’ll know the sound to listen for when it’s time to press the clutch and move it into the next gear. Try it out.”
I do as he says and actually get the car to drive, even moving it through the gears. He looks over at me, eyes filled with pride. He loves driving manual, so he ordered this car custom just to have it. Says it's the only way he feels like he's really driving.
“Good job, babe. You just need to keep practicing that. Then you can start adding more speed off the line, and I’ll teach you how to spin the tires. One day I can also teach you how to steal acar.” My head snaps over to him, and he quickly raises his hands in defense with a chuckle. “Only if you want to, of course.”
He lets me drive for a bit longer, and it’s getting easier, so I take it out to the main road for a few miles.
“Attagirl!” He encourages me as I pull the car off to the side of the road so we can switch spots.
“That was fun,” I say, sitting in the passenger’s seat smiling ear to ear.
“You look so sexy when you drive my car.” He leans over the center console to kiss me. He starts driving, looking sexy as always. It’s ridiculous how aroused by him I am twenty-four seven. I’ve become a slave to my urges.
"I'm pretty sure you look sexier." I eye him up, ogling shamelessly. I want him. I need him. All the fucking time.
Giving in to an impulsive thought, I unbuckle my seat belt and get onto my knees in my seat, leaning over to undo his belt. He looks over at me, then back at the road.
“Uh, what are you doing, babe?” he asks cautiously, but I think it’s pretty fucking obvious.
“I’m giving my man a blow job while he drives his car. One of his greatest passions in life,” I say innocently, using his words from the library against him.
“This could be seriously dangerous,” he says.
“Yeah, so don’t go fast.”
“That’s going to be hard with your mouth wrapped around my dick, distracting me. But I’ll try.” He gives me a naughty smirk as I work to undo his pants and pull them down just enough to release his manhood. He’s already half hard. I love the effect I have on him.
Before I dive in, I stroke him languidly until he’s ready for me.
“This is so hot,” he rasps, watching as I lick my lips.
He swallows audibly, looking straight ahead to watch the road. I lean over him, sucking him into my mouth, delighted by the hiss as I take all of him in, making myself gag.
I’d choke on this dick any day of the week.
I bob up and down on him, withdrawing to the tip and swiftly circling my tongue around the head before sinking back down with enthusiasm. He bucks in his seat, moaning as he places his hand on the back of my head, gently guiding me by my hair, indicating when he wants me to take him deep and when he wants my tongue to focus on the head.
“Holy fuck, Lay, you’re amazing at this.” He groans as I continue to deep throat his cock while he drives, grunting every time I go deep.
"Fuck, I'm going to lose my mind. I need to pull over." And that's exactly what he does. Slamming the car into park, his hips match my rhythm as he fucks my mouth, groaning loudly.
