Page 46 of Runaways

"Are you drunk?" he asks.

"No."

The line moves, and the person operating the ride shouts, "Hey, are you guys getting on or what?"

"Go ahead," the officer says. "And then get the fuck out of here."

I lower my gaze, and we make our way toward the ride. Tate opens the door, and I follow him into the gondola, sitting on the same side between the two of them.

My eyes fill with tears. That was my last chance, and I fucking wasted it.

I sniffle, choking back a sob, and they notice.

"Hey," Tate says. "You did so good." He threads his fingers through my hair, his thumb tracing small circles behind my ear, the way he used to comfort me. "You did the right thing. This is the right thing, and I think you know that. And after this, we're going to show you."

"How?"

"I'm going to show you how good revenge feels." He slips his hand inside my halter, teasing my nipple with his thumb. I jump on contact, and Silas pins my leg to the bench seat. "Then you'll understand me a lot better. But first, you're going to do something for me."

He takes off his sweatshirt and drapes it across our laps, then unbuttons his jeans and pulls out his hard cock, fisting it at its base.

"I've been so fucking hard all day, my dick has its own pulse," he says. "And that scared look on your face is only making it throb harder. You're going to make me come before the ride stops."

"But—"

"You're questioning me. That's not how we play the game, Noah. They've still got about twenty of these to load and unload. You've got plenty of time if you don't waste it sitting there and acting like you don't want it. You're not the one in control here, and I know you like that, too, so just give in. Let everyone down there see what an obedient little slut you are. Maybe I'll even let you come, too."

With the flush of embarrassment comes a flood of wet heat between my legs. I hate it…I hate that they broke me like this, and my body doesn't work right.

I hate that I like hating it, too.

I bring my palm to my mouth and lick it, and then wrap it around his shaft.

"Fuck," he moans. He slouches further into the seat, spreading his legs wider. "Just like that, Noah. Be a good little slut."

I squeeze my legs together, the pulse between my legs begging for attention, working him faster as our gondola moves closer to the top.

Beside me, Silas groans, and I realize he's stroking his own cock while he watches.

"You have two hands for a reason, Noah," he says.

"He's not asking," Tate groans. "You need to let Silas fuck your other fist."

I wrap my free hand around Silas's hard dick, pumping them both together from base to tip. "Mmm," he moans, dropping his chin and biting his lip, watching me milk his cock. "Faster, Noah. You know what I like."

Tate reaches his hand inside my top again, this time sliding my halter aside, exposing me before taking my tit in his handand rolling the hard point of my nipple between his thumb and middle finger.

"There you go. This is what you were made for," Tate says. "Don't think I don't see you squeezing your thighs together while you pump our dicks."

With the last car filled, our gondola heads toward the ground. I turn my body into Tate, attempting to cover myself, knowing that anyone who takes the time to look can see exactly what we're doing.

And Tate knows it, too. And he likes it.

Precum leaks from the tip of his dick as it jumps in my fist. "I'm going to come," he says. "Put it in your fucking mouth, baby."

Releasing Silas, I lean down and do what he asks, licking the tip before taking it in the back of my throat and bobbing my head on his cock.

"Jesus," Tate says. "You sure missed sucking my dick, didn't you, baby?"

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