Page 102 of Runaways

"Don't make you what? Come?" Tate pinches my clit, and I gasp. "I'm gonna make you." He applies more pressure, rubbing me in quick circles. "Like this, right? I remember what you like."

My pussy clenches around him as his fingers threaten to send me over the edge. "Oh, my god."

"Yeah, that's it. Look at Silas, baby. Let him watch you come in front of everyone."

"Mmmm," I whimper, biting my lip and burying a scream in the back of my throat. "I'm…I can't…"

But I drop my head on the table, and then I do. I come hard, pulsing around his curved dick, throbbing against his fingers while the waves of pleasure roll through me. I can't breathe, Ican't think…all I can do is stay like that with my face hidden in shame, whimpering while my legs shake under the table.

"Fuck, that feels good," Tate says. "I forgot how good you feel, baby." He runs a hand up and down my back. "God, why'd you have to be such a lying bitch, Noah? Why couldn't you just have stayed sweet like this?"

"I'm not…" I whisper, my breath heaving. Not a lying bitch? Not sweet?

Not either one, I guess.

"Aww, come on," Silas says, his own voice strained. "Noah's still sweet. Look at her."

"I need to come now," Tate says. "You can rock those hips of yours—nice and slow."

"I can't…"

"It's part of the game," he says. "You're not getting off my dick until my cum is dripping down your thighs…like Silas's was this morning."

He grips my hips in his hands, rolling me over his cock until I take over, riding him slowly like he asked, hoping it isn't too noticeable.

But at this pace, he lasts…and lasts. Groaning, whispering filthy things into my ears, telling me how good it feels and how he never wants me to stop. He tells me he wants me to ride it nice and slow for hours, that he'd make me come on it so many times, I'd have to crawl out the front door, dripping with cum, when he was done with me.

A server even stops at our table while I sit on it, flushed and sweaty, and Silas orders a round of beer. Mason shoots me onelast shitty look, and he and his friends leave—all while Tate is inside me.

A chill runs up my spine, and it's me who's close again. I get a little braver, rocking my hips a little faster even as the formerly empty bar room fills.

"Oh, fuck. Get ready, baby," he says. "There's going to be so much cum. Lift your hips a little."

I do what he asks, and he pumps into me, his dick pulsing as he empties himself inside of me, and I come again, too, berating myself and my body for betraying me like this.

"Did my cum make you come again, you little slut?" Tate groans, stroking my hair while I whimper, my legs shaking beneath the table. "Jesus, Noah. Imagine what I could do to you if I could have you naked any way I wanted, baby. You know, if you hadn't run, we would have fucked you so good before I killed you." He turns my head and kisses me on the lips. "You would have been so sore, you probably would have begged for the knife over more dick." He kisses me again before adding, "Now go to the bathroom and clean yourself up."

I shift to the side, sliding off his cock and out from under the hoodie, and adjust my underwear. Cum soaks the thin material and the inside of my thighs; I feel it running down my fucking leg as I cross the room.

I close the door to the bathroom, grab some toilet paper, and wipe myself clean. Just as I finish, Silas and Tate step into the space, locking the door behind them.

"You need to help Silas finish," Tate says.

My eyes move from Tate to Silas, dropping to his waistline, where his cock strains against his grey joggers.

"Okay…"

"Get on your knees," Silas says, pulling out his dick. Precum leaks from the tip while he pumps it in his hand. "This won't take long."

I drop to my knees on the tile in front of him, opening my mouth wide enough to take his cock while gripping the base with my fist. Then I run my tongue over his length before taking it all into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks while I suck him.

"Mmm…that's it, baby. Just like that," he says, gripping my hair in his fist. He lets me keep the pace, though, his cock already throbbing like it's going to explode. "Look up at me."

I do as he asks, and Tate kneels beside me, pulling my v-neck shirt and bra down until my tits spill out over the top. "That's better," Tate says. "Let him look at you, too."

He pinches one of my nipples, and I yelp around Silas's dick.

"Jesus…" Silas moans.

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