Page 133 of Runaways

He pulls on my earlobe with his teeth just as spasms rack my body, and I come hard, shaking between them—on both of them. I cry out, raking my fingernails down Silas's back.

"Oh, fuck! Fuck! Oh, my god!"

"Jesus, Noah."

I'd apologize if I could. I know it'll leave a mark, but my head is swimming, my clit throbbing, and Tate jerks on the leash again—not like Silas, but enough to make me feel it, and I gasp.

"You're tensing up again," Tate says. "I don't mind, but it's going to hurt more."

His hand runs down my body, stopping at my hip, and I focus on that touch while trying to relax, watching Silas move in and out of me.

"She likes watching it fuck into her," Tate says.

"Do you, baby? Do you like seeing your pussy juices all over my dick when I slip it inside?"

"Yes—ahh!" Before I can answer, Tate pulls the leash again.

"Shit," Silas says. "Do it again. I like the sounds she makes."

Tate pulls back again, causing me to whimper, just like he likes.

"Fuck." Silas picks up his pace, thrusting into me harder, faster. "I can't go easy on you anymore. I need to come in you.If you can't walk when we're finished with you, it's okay—I'll carry you."

Tate matches his pace, and I scream, my toes curling as I dig my nails deeper into Silas's flesh again, and he growls in response.

"You can take it," Tate says. "You can take it, baby. We're going to put so much cum in you, it'll be dripping down your legs for a week."

"Oh, god…"

"Fuck!" Silas roars before sucking air through his teeth. His dick jumps inside me, his thrusts growing slower, and then shorter, before he stills. "Jesus fuck, that feels good."

He pulls out when he finishes, rolling onto his back, and Tate tightens his arm around my waist, hammering into me from behind for a minute longer. I cry out every time his hips drive into mine until he finally comes, too.

I lie between them, spent and breathless, clutching the comforter in my fists, while he finishes inside me.

"You did good, baby," Tate says. He releases the arm around my waist and brings his hand to my face, using his thumb to wipe the tears from my eyes.

"I don't think I've ever come that hard in my life," Silas says. He pulls the sheet over the three of us before kissing me on the lips. "You okay?"

I nod before closing my eyes with Tate still inside me.

We lie there for a while, my body aching, my eyes still closed, before there's a knock at the door. I look up at Silas, who looks alarmed, too.

"Oh, I ordered pizza," Tate says. "That's what I was going to tell you before you guys came in all…well, you know."

Relief overtakes Silas's worried expression. I guess I'm not the only one who thinks every unknown phone call or uninvited visitor might be the end. "All right, I'll get it."

Silas climbs out of bed, dresses, and then grabs a wad of cash from a backpack in the corner of the room. He opens the door just enough to step through and closes it behind him.

"If I take you off your leash, do you promise to be a good girl?" Tate asks, kissing my shoulder.

"Yes."

I shiver as he pulls out of me, and then he props himself up on his elbow, removes the collar from around my neck, and tosses it behind him onto the floor.

"That's going to leave a mark," he says, rubbing my neck. "Itdidleave a mark."

"That's okay," I whisper.

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