Arin
My anxiety spikes as Kyle and Zack’s race is announced.
I head over and take the checker flag from the girl who was doing it in the previous race.
My heart is so loud it’s like a drum echoing in my head as the blood rushing through my veins is fueled by adrenaline.
Not because I’m racing, but there is a lot on the line.
Even if Zack wins I still have no idea if he’s the horse I should be betting on.
I’m putting a lot of faith in someone I barely know to save me from my abuser.
I can’t even turn to look at the race. There is too much on the line.
Zack doesn’t even know what winning could mean, and if he looses it could mean the start of Kyle upping his abuse to full on fucking pimping.
I know I don’t have to go along with it, but it’s entirely different when you were conditioned at a young age to follow your abuser or else.
I have no doubt that if I went to my dad and told him the truth, Kyle would find a way to turn everything on me.
No doubt his mommy would back him. I’d end up being the victim turned lier.
Shit, I don’t even know how Zack can help me other than knocking Kyle out of the illegal racing world. That’s something, right?
My gaze goes to Han and Amaya who are cheering, which is a good sign.
The race feels like it takes an hour when it’s only a matter of minutes.
When Han and Amaya kiss I know Zack’s won the race.
That's their thing. I’ve paid enough attention.
Relief floods me. Zack won. I’m his for the night whatever that means.
Shit, I hope sex is on the table. I would like to finally have penetration with a dick, you know, real sex.
That’s how I view it or maybe that’s how I was warped to view it.
I’m technically a virgin and I have more sexual experience forced on me.
Maybe just once I want to be attracted to the man who is touching me.
Just once to know what it feels like to want a man that also wants me.
All I’ve experienced is a one way street where they want me and I don’t want them.
With Zack it’s a two street that I’m eager to explore even if it’s only one night.
I turn around to face the cars as they come back.
Kyle gets out of his car, and kicks it like a toddler throwing a tantrum.
I resist rolling my eyes at him, and instead stride over to Zack as he gets out of his car.
“Looks like I’m yours for the night, King Racer.” I state when I’m near him.
“Just as I knew you’d be, Little Racer. Come on, get in. We have to move our cars.” Zack directs.
I follow his instructions as we both get into the car.
I quickly glance at Kyle who gives me a dirty look.
He’s pissed he lost. Predictable. Zack drives off to wear the party portion of the event takes place.
I guess Zack is only doing one race. Not that I’m complaining because that’s more time with him.
I do hope with Kyle losing he will enter some more races in hopes of easing his bruised ego, and leave me alone for once.
I follow Zack when he gets out of his car.
He climbs on the hood, and I follow him.
A couple of people come over to congratulate him on winning, and to give us beer to drink.
People suck up to Zack, well, the smart ones do.
Everyone knows him as the leader, organizer, and the top racer.
This is his world and he is king. Joining his crew would be smart for many reasons.
“Here, Little Racer.” Zack says, offering me a beer from the case he was given. I take the beer and pop open the can.
“Thanks. You didn’t disappoint, King Racer.” I comment, taking a sip of my beer.
“Did you really doubt that I would win?” He questions raising an eyebrow as he takes a sip of his own beer.
“No, but there is a first time for everything. I’m glad tonight was that night. So, how exactly do you plan to convince me to join your crew, King Racer?” I prompt, taking another sip of my beer
“Well, I could give you a stereotypical speech about how being a solo racer is risky, and all the benefits to being a part of a crew. However, you are a smart girl, you know that already. Since you haven’t joined Kyle’s crew, you clearly have your reasons for not joining it.
I don’t blame, though, Kyle is a dick. The real question is why have not just picked another crew to be a part of?
” Zack inquires, taking a sip of his beer.
“Fear of what Kyle will do. He won’t take kindly to me joining another crew. He’s weirdly obsessive over me.” I answer, taking a big sip of my beer and resisting the urge to chug it because talking about Kyle brings my anxiety.
“I’ve noticed that. Plenty of us have. It’s creepy I’ll say that.
If you join my crew, I’ll make sure you are safe.
Han and Amaya have ties to the Japanese mafia, and I have ties to an outlaw MC.
Not to mention I have people in my back pocket that can dig up anything on Kyle.
” Zack reassures me. Maybe he is the person to help me.
“Sounds good in theory, but we are a part of the same family. I have to see him in private outside of this world.” I motion my hand around us.
“I’ll come with you to family events. A fake boyfriend or real. Whatever you want.” Zack offers.
“You have an answer for everything, King Racer.” I retort, chugging my beer.
To my dismay, Kyle’s pulling up with his car.
Fucking stalker. How is my father so blind to his shit?
Kyle has manipulated everyone who I could run to safety for.
I don’t even think Aunt Minnie or my mom would be able to resist the charm of smoke and mirrors Kyle puts on.
Maybe I should start taking a play out of my abusers playbook.
“You fear Kyle, why?” Zack observes as I chug the rest of my beer, and toss the can on the ground. Littering is the least of tonight’s problems.
“Not now, not here. I want to be distracted. After all, there are other ways to convince me to join your crew.” I state as I straddle Zack. My arms slide around his neck. Zack sets down his beer.
“So there are,” Zack agrees as his hand grabs my pony tail before yanking it so my lips fall on his.
Shit, Zack is a good kisser. I always liked making out, and this time I want everything I’m being offered.
No hesitation, no concerns about my step-brother that is no doubt creepily watching, and one goal; pleasure.
I heat things up as I grind against him, his dick is getting hard.
Good. Zack moves both his hands to grab my breasts.
I know there are people watching, and I kind of like it.
I’m used to putting on a show for people.
I’ve been doing it for years. I almost don't know what I’d do without an audience.
I had to find some ways to deal with sexual assault, so I use it to figure out what I might like given the chance to be with someone of my choice.
Like right now for example. I want Zack touching me, his lips on mine, his tongue everywhere, and most of all I want his dick inside of me.
I want a say in who gets the privilege of being my true first, and it seems I’ve chosen Zack.
I can feel myself getting wet just with the thought of Zack inside me.
Plus, our make out session is a turn on as I grind against him.
The thin fabric of my thong allows me to feel the roughness of Zack's jeans. Zack slides my jacket off, eliminating a piece of fabric between us. I’m lost in the moment, but I quickly come back down at the sound of Kyle’s cursed voice.
“You might as well just fuck her right here and now.” Kyle states.
Zack and I break our kiss as his hands come around me to hold me. “Why the fuck are you even commenting on what we are doing? I won the bet. What Arin does tonight is not your fucking concern,” Zack retorts.
“I’m just making sure she is worth the amount of money you could have won instead.” Kyle remarks.
“I don’t think it should really matter to you, Kyle. After all, you got to keep your shit ton of money whether I enjoy my night with Arin or not.” Zack retorts without missing a beat. Damn, I love that he says my name right, and how possessive he sounds when he says it.
“Well, you clearly seem to be enjoying her. Fuck her right now on your car. Let everyone see how much you enjoy your prize.” Kyle challenges. I can feel his eyes burning a hole in my soul daring me to do what I don’t know.
Zack goes to give a counter as to why we shouldn’t but I stop him. “I’m okay with it. We don’t have to get naked. I’m wearing a dress.” I offer, low enough so Kyle can’t hear.
“Are you sure? Kyle is going to watch like a creeper, not to mention there are tons of people who will certainly watch.” Zack searches my face for any sign that I’m not okay with this.
He has a thing or two to learn about me, but I do appreciate him ensuring I’m okay with this as well as not pushing me to do it.
“Hes’ the creeper, not me. Besides, it’s hot if people watch. Come on, King Racer, claim your prize.” I challenge, grinding my pussy against his dick. .
“Alright, but remember you asked for this. So if you can’t handle it we can’t back out, Little Racer.” Zack warns before he flips me so I’m under him, knocking his beer can from the hood of the car. I hear Kyle and some others cheer.
Zack pulls a switch blade out of his pocket, flips it open before he uses it to cut my thong off.
He throws the thong into the crowd as I watch it land near Kyle.
People around hoot and holler at the gesture.
Kyel narrows his eyes at me as he bends down to pick up my discarded thong before sticking it in his pocket.
It’s his twisted reminder that he owns, but he won’t for long if I have anything to say about it.
Zack’s one hand grabs my chin and forces me to look at him.
“Eyes on me, Littler Racer.” He commands before putting away his switch blade.
Zack undoes his pants, pushing them down to reveal his very hard dick.
Shit, he's at least eight inches. Good for him, and good for me. I’ve always said the perfect dick is between six and eight inches, or maybe that’s just my preference.
I notice he has a thigh tattoo like I do.
Mine is a dragon from one of the Korean books my mom read to me when I was younger.
I also have a tiger on my back. I can’t see what his tattoo is, but it makes me wonder what other tattoos he has.
I can feel Zack lining his dick up to my entrance, and when he slides inside of me I bite my lip.
I’ve had toys in my vagina so I didn’t think I would be so tight.
However, Zack is big, and his dick is very real.
My hands lock around his neck as he moves in and out of me.
I’m thankful I’m a little wet, and only getting wetter.
Zack’s lips fall on to mine as I bend my legs so Zack can have better access.
Our lips feel like magic against one another.
His dick feels amazing, better than a toy.
I’m not saying toys don’t have their appeal, but this is new.
My moans are captured by Zack’s lips, but I know they can still be heard to those who are close enough.
I hope Kyle can hear me. I want him to hate every second of this.
I want him to know how good Zack makes me feel.
Zack has a steady pace, and I’m honestly impressed with his hip control right now.
As a dancer I appreciate it, and he certainly knows how to rub my clit the right way with his dick with his very controlled movements.
This is better than I could have fantasized about.
Zack’s lips move from mine and down to my neck.
He bites down hard before he sucks, causing me to moan my approval for everyone to hear.
Well, what they can hear from the reving of engines, music, and a crowd of people well into the thousands this far into the event.
Granted, not all of them are watching the show Zack and I are putting on the hood of his car.
I have to say being fucked on car has always been a fantasy.
I’m glad the fantasy is living up to the reality of the moment because holy fuck I’m close to cumming from the combination of pleasure.
The two of us are enjoying this far too much making it that much more delicious.
I’m not sure how long we fuck for as Zack ensures we both are lost in euphoria.
When Zack cums inside of me, he comes hard as my walls clench him.
Zack leans his forehead on mine as we catch our breath.
After several moments, Zack pulls out of me.
He rolls off the car and fixes his pants.
I move to the edge before Zack helps me down.
“Get in the car, Little Racer.” Zack directs. I don’t hesitate and do as I’m told.
“Time to go enjoy my prize in a more private setting. I’d say I’m getting more than my money's worth.” Zack taunts Kyle before he slides in the drivers side. He starts the car, and drives off leaving Kyle in the dust.
I’m relieved to be leaving because I didn’t want to face Kyle after that because he will find a way to ruin it for me.
He always does with anything I like. Plus, he also might try to intimidate me like he did with that move by picking my thong up.
He stuck it in his pocket as a taunt and a warning.
I hope I can get my plan in motion with Zack tonight because I know I just pissed Kyle off big time and he will surely attempt to make me regret it.
As we leave the event I push Kyle to the back of my mind.
I’m silent on the drive to wherever Zack is taking us, soaking up the insanity and pleasure of the moment.
I hope Zack is hooked on me as I am him, and that maybe he can help me escape my abuser.
Zack sees Kyle for the piece of shit he is.
Kyle may have everyone in my personal life blinded to his true colors, but he doesn’t have everyone fooled.
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