Page 24 of Runaways

Once he finishes, Tate removes his shirt, using it to wipe himself clean before adjusting his pants and walking toward me. He pushes my legs apart before sitting between them.

"We're not playing anymore," he says, sliding his hand up the inside of my thigh. "You can tell me to stop if you want."

Heart pounding, I say nothing, but let my legs fall open wider. He hooks his fingers inside my underwear and pulls them to the side.

"God damn, Noah," he says, running his fingers up and down my wet slit before dipping two inside me. "You're soaked."

"Fuck!" I gasp.

"Such a pretty pussy," he says, slowly moving his fingers in and out of me. "Isn't it, Silas?"

"Mmhmm."

My cheeks flush as my breath comes short. I almost forgot—I look over Tate's shoulder and find Silas laid back, stroking his own dick in his hand while he watches.

Shit. Shit, this is so fucked up.

So, why does it feel so good?

Tate's thumb finds my clit, and my legs shake. The sound that comes out of me…fuck, I'm embarrassed. I wasn't expecting that.

It's too much. I try to snap my legs closed, but Tate's hand stops me.

"Shh, it's okay," he says. His free hand runs over my chest and up my neck, his thumb rubbing circles on that place behind my ear again. "Just relax. Let me take care of you."

I nod and close my eyes while he continues fucking me with his fingers. Then, his mouth is on mine, kissing me.

It's better than all the times I've imagined it in my head. Too desperately, I kiss him back, wrapping my arms around his body when his tongue slides past my lips. I suck his bottom lip into my mouth, finally knowing what it feels like to have those lip rings between my teeth; I've thought about it so many times.

And then the realization dawns on me—we're crossing that line. I'm kissing my best friend's twin brother. This is bad.

I bury a moan into his lips when he curls his fingers inside me, and then I can't think. My mind goes blank as the orgasm builds until it rips through me. I dig my nails into Tate's back as my entire body shudders, burying a moan against his lips. His fingers keep working until I'm an overstimulated, wet, shaking mess.

"Good girl," he says. "You did so good tonight." He brings his fingers to his lips and licks them clean. "You taste good, too."

My face flushes with embarrassment. "Tate…"

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Let me ask you a question."

"Um…okay," I say, still breathless.

"You told Silas that you know what to do with your mouth."

I stare back at him, confused.

"That's the question, Noah."

I nod slowly.

"I think you should show him," Tate says. "I think he'd appreciate your help."

I glance at Silas, still stroking his cock on the other couch, and swallow hard before answering. "Okay."

Tate sits up so that I can get out from under him.

"Oh, and Noah?" Tate adds. "We like it when you crawl."

I quickly sit up in bed, gasping for air.

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