I wonder what else he’s hiding,
she thought. She popped a mint and went down on him.
Jason had been completely focused on the exact moment of the light change, so he had not noticed Hannah’s doings. He suddenly felt her mouth, warm and moist, surround him at the same instant the light glowed green. By the time Devon had registered the light change, Jason was already at least twenty feet ahead. Jason struggled to keep his concentration on the race and beating Devon, but he couldn’t ignore what Hannah was doing to him. He could feel her tongue tracing around the tip of his head, her hands stroking the base of his cock and balls, exciting him and sending waves of ecstasy through his body. The stakes were too high. If he lost this race, he lost his car… Adrenaline rushed through his body as he noticed Devon’s car slowly gaining. The speedometer read 120.
“Shit.” He pushed the gas pedal to the floor, and was pressed back in his seat. Hannah, knowing the end of the race was near, increased the intensity and rhythm. She could tell Jason could not last much longer, she sucked his cock like she did dumdums as a child, she twirled her tongue around the head while continuing to stroke his base with her hands. She looked up at Jason to gauge his reactions and noticed he had his head back against the seat, his eyes wide open, gas pedal to the floor. The finish line was drawing near, as was Devon.
Jason could barely stand it, lust and adrenaline coursing through his body, each amplifying the effects of the other. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white, he wet his lips with his tongue, a moan of pleasure escaped his lips as he came into her mouth, exploding across the finish line, Devon seconds behind. As he slowed the car to return to the starting line, Hannah took his right hand and guided it between her legs. Jason could feel that she was hot and wet and was also bare.
“I’ll give you this later tonight, as part of your prize. Pray you can keep up with me, because this race is not yet over.” She turned and exited gracefully from the car, laughing derisively at Devon.
Jason watched her tight ass sway invitingly as Hannah walked away, her laugh fading into the night. His thoughts jumbled and clashed together—adrenaline, lust, speed all mixed in a confusing swirl.
"YOU SONOFABITCH!" A gloved hand dove though the window and latched onto Jason's black leather jacket. Jason looked up in time to register Devon's other hand, in a fist, come crashing into his jaw. The force of the punch snapped Jason's head back into his seat. The pain seared though his brain, but action quickly followed.
Before Devon could pull back, Jason grabbed his arms and yanked him forward. A muffled grunt of surprise, then pain was followed quickly by the crunch of bone on metal. As Devon recoiled away from the car, Jason wasted no time climbing free into the street, blood trickling down his face.
"What's the matter Devon, sore loser?" Jason reached up a finger and wiped some of the blood from his chin, tasted it, and smiled. "That's what I thought. My blood's too rich for you."
Devon started forward, his face a bloody mess, but noticed the gathering crowd that had surrounded the two men.
"Sorry Devon. Street rules, street prizes. Fork over the keys. You can make the deposit in the usual method."
"This isn't over, Jason."
"Of course not. You're not dead yet."
Devon growled, and then in one motion threw his keys to the ground and stalked off. The crowd parted and closed around him, leaving Jason alone in the victor’s circle. He walked over, picked up the keys, and tossed them to one of his friends. "Park it at the house, I've got some unfinished business," his mind already on his other promised reward.
