They were on the verge of victory no team were even in there sight but Ava's hand didn't stop. Her fingers slipped past Jax's pant zip, tugging it down with a sharp zip.
Jax's eyes widened. "Wait, Ava! This isn't the time. I promise, whenever you want—"
She cut him off, her voice husky over the vibrations. "But I want right now."
Her gaze locked on his cock as it sprang free, thick and veined, seven inches pulsing in the dim glow. She licked her lips. "That's insane. Way bigger than those guys my aunt forced me to fuck as a 'learning experience.' Pathetic twigs compared to this."
Jax gripped the steering wheel tighter, legs locked on the pedals. The track rushed by, finish line meters away. He sighed, glancing at the standings. 'We've already won. It's just a formality now. And hey, farming points mid-race? Genius move. Let's go with the flow.'
Ava didn't wait. Her mouth descended, taking him whole in one slick plunge.
Gowk.
