SH1FT3R

Maybe, after all that the two of them had to go through, Layla Gray was not such a badass and bitchy person, as she wanted everyone to think of her so much?.. She was even very nice at heart, Tony decided for himself. Well, deep in the soul. However, her image, her aura, her manner of speech, behavior and ability to build a dialogue made it very clear that she was born to become the organizer of the qualifying races for the SH1FT3R gang. And it is not surprising, because their coeval with Cisco — Layla Gray — at the age of eighteen became a local celebrity in the world of street racing in sultry Los Angeles. But how did she become popular? That’s a completely different question. When his cousin Dominic personally promoted them to the new status of federal agents, their supervisor, Miss Nowhere, gave them the task of trying to join a gang that robbed the hapless rich men of Silicon Valley on bikes and sports cars. And in general, what does that “to try” mean? Tony said his team could do it, and damn it, they did it. No big deal they got busted and Layla Gray caught them red-handed. But he won the qualifying race, beating her by a fraction of a second! To tell the truth, Tony really didn’t want to lose to this girl, even if she was one of the best racers in the city a hundred times. And Layla herself is to blame, she was the first to start snapping at him and egging him on to verbal skirmishes. At any successful opportunity that turned up, they did not stop calling each other childish names and playing evilly peepers till the victory, but their one-on-one races reached a new level. And maybe Tony gave in to her. But just a little bit. It was necessary to “make amends” for his victory at their very first race. Tony will not forget his first impression of her: an overconfident bitch with a galactic-inflated conceit that even Miss Nowhere would envy. Although it was worth paying tribute to Layla: she was an insanely beautiful blonde, and the tips of her hair, dyed in light green, pink and purple, were very much to her face. And outwardly, she was flawless. Even her style of clothing, a red leather jacket and black skinny jeans, screamed about belonging to the world of racing, unlike Tony’s white T-shirt and worn over a black shirt with a Toretto patch. He used to call her an “unpredictable wild card” and a “conceited fool”, and she called him back a “lucky freak” and a “dead weight”. Isn’t this the birth of a beautiful sincere friendship? Gaining SH1FT3R gang leader’s trust turned out to be difficult, but not impossible. None of the feds expected that Tony would be able to get close to Shashi Dhar himself, an elusive criminal. After the qualifying race in the SH1FT3R, at the after party, Tony, like his three best friends, allowed himself to forget about his cover and legend for a while, so that after a private conversation with Shashi, he could stay with Layla and drink a cocktail by the pool in her company. While Frostee gave them a bombastic disco, Layla said him something about her “most fucking awesome car in the town” and that she would kick his ass again in the next race, and Tony stared at her like an idiot (thanks, at least he didn’t catch a bee in his mouth) and couldn’t take his eyes off. Of course, she noticed it. And deftly moved from talking about racing and tuning cars to outright flirting. Filthy flirting. Which Tony didn’t mind at all. He was still shivering with cold sweat from the memories of his and Layla’s mission, which Shashi had given them to test Tony’s reliability. Steal the codes. What the fuck are those codes? Tony had no idea what they were supposed to steal at all. A sudden insight and Layla’s earring partially saved them both from the failure of the mission. But Tony didn’t have the slightest desire to fly down from the thirtieth floor of Sudarikov’s apartment so that the contents of his skull stained the asphalt. At that moment, do or die, he risked trusting Layla Gray, and she saved his life. The codes turned out to be complete crap in comparison with some keys. At the end of the next race of the SH1FT3R gang, Shashi and his henchmen managed to rob a whole damn train, the car of which Layla unhooked from the motor-car rolling stock and eventually drove herself into a death trap. For some reason, Tony wasn’t surprised that Shashi left her alone on the roof of a train that could have fallen over a destroyed wooden bridge into a deep canyon. It might fall, but it didn’t. Tony saved her life and her racing car when he stopped the remaining two train cars with his car. However, Layla, at her usual manner, didn’t appreciate his action, even though her fingers were visibly trembling from fright. He didn’t want to deceive Layla; she is a good girl, even if she wasn’t doing quite legal things. In critical situations, she kept cool and behaved like a real strategist. Now she could count on the help of his team. Tony knew that he could always rely on her. But who would have thought… If Echo or Cisco or Frostee had told him a couple of weeks ago that Layla Gray had been on their side all this time (or rather, on her own side, but still), he would have called an ambulance for his crew. As it was, in their free from missions time, he and Layla constantly challenged each other to an eight-hour racing duel from the center of LA to the south, to the suburbs of San Diego county, and back.

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Emotions from the fear experienced after that mission with the Russian oligarch, when they were on the verge of… a deplorable outcome, they did not give him any peace. The team of them and Layla turned out to be disgusting, but the joint missions that Shashi sent them to, in a sense, “brought them closer”. Everything had been spinning between them at an insane speed on the verge of the red line, the limiting line on the speedometer, since the day when Shashi ordered Layla to leave her car in the garage and get into the front passenger seat in the “Anthony Toretto’s rust bucket”. Dope. Layla spat for a long time about the pigsty in the car, which was left by the food lover, Cisco, and not by Tony himself, although it was useless to explain this to her. But once in two or three days they went to the southbound outside the city, so that they could secretly rejoice away from all the problems and also… to make out. Layla temporarily left her car in the parking lot when they stopped at In-n-Out for burgers and milkshakes. Tony turned off the freeway into the countryside and stopped his car in the dense shade of trees. As soon as they unbuckled, Tony was immediately mercilessly pulled by the T-shirt into Layla Gray’s personal, well, intimate space. She moaned softly as soon as the guy touched her waist and lowered his hand to her hips. Suddenly, it was she who began to lead the kiss, as if she was the one, who had been longing for this meeting all this time. She playfully bit Tony’s lower lip and gently penetrated his mouth with her tongue, burying the fingers of both hands in his short hair. Layla shuddered with anticipation, as soon as the guy put his hand on her bare knee and slowly raised it to the middle of her thigh. Tony bent his head, trying to regain his leadership, squeezed her thigh and slid his hand a little higher, under the short denim skirt. He pressed his thumb on the fabric of the underwear between the labia to stimulate the clit. Layla exhaled heavily into his lips and instinctively brought her legs together to eventually relax and spread her knees as wide as the space of the car on her seat allowed to do it for the jackass Toretto. “I don’t get why you work for him,” Tony, as usual, recalled about his spy cover in time, when he pulled off the girl’s underwear from her legs and gently penetrated her on the phalanx of his finger. But it was still possible for him to save Layla from facing the feds. His lips and tongue still remembered how wet and horny Layla Gray could become for him, and how loudly she could scream, lying on the hood and windshield of his “rust bucket” with her legs widely spread. “You think I’m getting information by getting fucked by Shashi? And it doesn’t bother you at all that I literally lost my virginity with you a week ago in this garbage vehicle?!” Tony squeezed his eyes shut, barely restraining himself from slapping his face. He’s such a moron. “I didn’t say a thing about you and Shashi! Although, you know, it’s hard not to be jealous of you. Even if you are his right hand.” “And you’re the left one,” Layla reminded him, and tilted her head back a little when another finger penetrated her. “Is that why you’re wearing a skirt today?” Tony quickly changed the subject, hinting at his actions, and grinned. “You know… it’s much more comfortable in a skirt,” she stroked his hardening cock through the fabric of his jeans, “than in pants.” His fingers entered deeper, and Layla arched, squeezing his hand weakly between her thighs. She regained her composure surprisingly quickly, and she unbuttoned his jeans along with the zipper and lowered the fabric of his boxers, finally freeing the languishing, slightly moist from natural lubrication, member from the tightness. “Damn, c’mere,” Tony couldn’t bare it a second longer. He took his hand away from her and helped the girl to climb over the gear selector and sit on top of his hips. The head of his cock touched her swollen clit and teasingly lingered a little lower at the oozing slick entrance. Tony brought his hand to his face and pointedly licked the pads of his fingers that were in Layla a sec ago and kept her taste and scent. “You’re blushing furiously,” he remarked, raising an eyebrow. “Shut up already, Toretto.” He promptly remembered about the lubricant and took the bag out of his jeans pocket, because he knew where and with whom he was going on a ride. Cousin Mia reminded him more often than his own mother about protection and condoms, although, he’s ashamed to admit, he had no sexual experience as such before Layla. He didn’t want to reach across the car to the glove compartment for condoms right away. Layla greedily watched him, his shiny, even not from her natural lubrication, cock, she lowered her palm and helped Tony to spread and cover the viscous liquid along the entire length. Layla chuckled: Toretto looked like such a helpless boy when she grabbed him by the most sensitive part of his body. She kissed the guy on the neck, without ceasing to caress and squeeze his dick in her palm, perhaps, later Tony will put it in her mouth. Tony raised his hand to his lips when he felt her thumb press on his urethra in retaliation. What a sly nasty bitch. Tony swallowed and pulled her hand away from him. Now Layla will get what’s coming to her. He firmly pressed her to his waist and slightly moved his hips, teasing the head of his cock into her entrance. Layla almost howled and clung tightly to his shoulders. “I hate you, Toretto.” “It’s mutual, Gray. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt your sugary loathing.” He lowered his palms to the bottom of her buttocks and spread them, opening the girl up for himself. Layla lowered her hand between their bodies and impatiently aimed his cock into her wet slit. She strained and shamefully whined when she felt the glisten head entered her without any noticeable discomfort. “How are you? Does it hurt?” “I wish you stop being so nosy, Toretto,” she sighed, breaking into soft moans, and began to move so as to allow herself to get used to its size and continue to stay on the right level at the same time. “You’re still blushing, tho.” Layla shortly growled from irritation and vindictively dug her nails into the guy’s shoulders, hidden by the black shirt that she constantly saw on him. She hoped that Tony at least often washed his things, if simply vacuuming the car interior is like death curse for him. Tony let go of her buttocks, “accidentally” lifting her skirt even higher, and unzipped her jacket on the chest. How fortunate. Someone didn’t bother to wear a T-shirt today. Tony took off the straps of the bra from the girl’s shoulders and lowered the cups to the middle of her stomach, not wanting to have anything more to do with this hellish thing that cannot be undone and take off that easy. Layla rested her knees on the seat on the sides of the guy’s hips and stood up a little so that it was easier for Tony to reach her bare breasts. Layla pulled him even closer by the neck as Tony leaned forward and took the still soft nipple in his mouth. She lowered herself a little and began to move slowly, while the guy caressed her stomach, squeezed her breasts hard in his palms and sucked, and pulled the nipples with his fingers. She cursed when she realized that Toretto had adjusted to her rhythm, but didn’t risk entering the full length. Wow, how gentle and courteous of him. Not at all like the last time, when he ate her out on the hood of his car, and then fucked her right on it, holding her weakened legs at the knees on one side of the shoulder. Then his cock entered her so hard and roughly to the very base that she could only scream and not resist the way Tony stretched her vagina from the inside. And what has become of dense Toretto now? Got softened up? Layla got more excited from the memories of their last time, when Toretto could and wanted to take her roughly. She sat on the hot cock as deep as she could in this position, but even that wasn’t enough. Tony kissed her from the chest up, getting closer to the collarbones and gradually moving to the neck. He was always struck by tenderness and kisses when he was close. “Don’t you dare…” Layla put her hands on his face and kissed him on the lips, “to cum inside of me again.” Tony involved the girl in another kiss and fixed her hips with his hands, helping her to move towards him. Layla put one arm around his neck and, sobbing into a kiss, lowered the other to her clit. Tony growled, without ceasing thrusting furiously into her, and Layla came, squeezing his cock inside, which caused Tony to reach his orgasm and forcibly held her on top of him. The sperm spilled profusely in her, and now Layla won’t be able to get up so easily and keep everything in herself to the drop without soiling their clothes. “I asked you— not to cum in me…” a couple of minutes after orgasm she couldn’t get herself together and hide her Texas accent. How charming. “Don’t worry about it,” Tony breathed in her ear and kissed her on the cheek. “There’s no sense in interrupted sex, sperm can be released throughout the whole…” “Oh, please, spare me this tedium.” Layla put her finger to his lips, and then so obviously lowered her gaze to them before leaning forward and kissing him. Slow and wet, as both of them liked it. “I’m not that tedium at all.” Layla rolled her eyes: he will never give in and won’t stop bickering. Yeah, they were really worth each other. “…And have you seen my car?!” Toretto kept whining. “She’ll still give you a head start! Besides, I’m very cool. Well, I try to be like that. Like my cousin Dom. He always says that you shouldn’t turn away from your family, because there’s nothing more important.” “Are you talking your philosophical shit ‘bout the family again?..” “One day, you’ll understand what I’m trying to say,” Tony looked at her with displeasure and sighed, quickly thawing. “Layla, you could also become one of—” “No, Tony. I couldn’t. A lone wolf, remember?” “Yeah…” Tony caught the look of regret in her gray-blue eyes. “Stay with me,” he pleaded and pulled Layla into his tight embrace when she was just about to get off him. Layla tensed and trembled as Tony squeezed the fabric of the skirt in his hands and pulled her hips down, helping himself to immerse his cock deeper into the girl. The thought, that she had come at least twice, the last time he did this, didn’t allow his arousal to subside completely. Moreover, Layla herself quite consciously squeezed his cock and constantly tried to move her hips in search of at least the slightest friction. Yes, she could continue to deny it as much as she wanted, to claim that she was a loner, a wolf that didn’t need a pack. However, he saw perfectly well how she changed, how she felt for each of his friends. The day when Layla Gray will become a full-fledged part of their family isn’t far off, and someday that day will certainly come. Tony will never get tired of believing in this.