Page 47 of Runaways

"It fucking looks like she did," Silas says.

"It fucking feels like she did. Fuck!" He grabs me by my hair, holding me in place while he thrusts into my throat, and I gag while he fills it with cum—a lot of cum. I swallow around him before it can run down my chin.

"Shit, Noah," he moans when he hears it, still filling my mouth. "Feels good when you do that, too."

I swallow another mouthful, and when he pulls out, I can still feel it dripping from my lips. Before I can wipe it with the back of my hand, he stops me. "Leave it like that. Show Silas."Gripping my chin, he turns me to face Silas. "Don't you think she should leave it like that, Silas?"

"I think she'd look better with cum all over her tits, too," he rasps.

"You heard him," Tate says. "Make him come on your tits."

I stroke his cock as we head back to the top of the ferris wheel, where it stops. I guess they're unloading the ride now.

"How wet are those little bikini bottoms of yours?" Tate whispers in my ear as he leans over my shoulder, watching me work Silas's dick. "I bet I could wring them out. I bet you think about this every time you come, don't you?"

He sucks my earlobe into his mouth, flicking it against his tongue ring. "That's not a rhetorical question. Do you think about us when you fuck yourself?"

When I don't answer again, he digs his teeth into my neck. "Ow! Yes!"

"Fuck…" Silas groans. "Don't stop what you're doing. I'm about to come all over you."

Tate pulls the triangle of material covering my other tit aside, fully exposing me for Silas.

"She looks so scared," Silas says. "It's hot as fuck. Open your mouth like you're about to scream."

He grabs the back of my neck, pushing me down toward his lap. White, hot ropes of cum paint my chin, neck, and chest before dripping down my fist.

"Fuck…fuck, that's a pretty fucking sight."

"Let me see," Tate says. I lick my lips, wipe my hand on my shorts, and sit back in the seat. "Yeah, that is pretty."

I gasp when he brings his mouth to my chest, licking the area clean, sucking each of the hard points and flicking my nipple with his tongue ring before covering me up. Then he gently places a hand on my cheek and brings his lips to mine.

"Kiss me," he says.

I press my lips together and move back an inch.

"It wasn't a question. Get over here—there's nothing to be afraid of."

I lean in, closing the rest of the space between us, and bring my mouth to his, immediately tasting Silas as I slip my tongue past his lips. Tate breathes me in, moaning into my mouth, and that's when I know it's a bad idea.

He wraps his arm around me, placing his palm on the small of my back, deepening the kiss. I almost—almost—wrap my arms around his neck before the ride jerks into motion again, snapping me back into reality, and I pull away.

"You're probably cold, aren't you?" he asks.

I nod. I hadn't really noticed it before, but it did get colder.

"Here," he says, pulling his hoodie down over my head. "Better, right?"

"Yeah, that's better," I whisper.

Hazel eyes meet my own, and he brushes my hair behind my ears before offering me a crooked smile, causing my breath to catch in my throat.

Tate's not going to kill me, I think.Tate loves me.

I quickly break eye contact, embarrassed by the thought. This is exactly why I can't be around Tate. This is why I can't be around either of them.

Silas throws his arm around my shoulders, using a hand on my cheek to guide my eyes to his before his lips engulf mine.

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