Page 50 of Runaways

"Uh…I think that's something you can't be sure about until the right opportunity presents itself."

My eyes widen, and Tate shrugs. "Good point."

I shake my head, unbuttoning my shorts. "I'll be good," I tell him.

"Good." Tate smiles, folds the blade back, and pats his knee again. Hooking my thumbs into my shorts and bikini bottoms, I pull them down over my hips and lie across his lap.

I feel his warm fingertips against my skin, lightly running up and down my bare ass to the apex of my thighs, sending goose bumps up and down my spine.

"Ah, Noah…" he pauses, exhaling slowly. "You look so pretty bent over my lap and ready like this. It really is too bad, baby. Such a fucking waste."

His fingers still. My body tenses in anticipation of what's to come, and I mentally condemn myself for the arousal that comes with it. My nipples harden, my clit pulses while I wait.

And then he lifts his hand, and it comes back down on my ass.

Smack.One.

Smack.Two.

Smack.Three.

"Fuck!" I shout, releasing the breath I've been holding. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes.

Smack. Four.

"In case you want to talk back again later. Now, you've got one free pass." When I start to sit up, he pins me down with his forearm. "Don't move yet," he says. "I want to know how wet you are. If I slip my fingers inside your pussy, will they come out soaked?"

My cheeks flush as my heart pounds again with anticipation.

"Not rhetorical, Noah."

"Yes…" I admit.

"That's what I thought."

I tense as his fingers run down the crack of my ass until they reach my wet slit, and he pushes them inside my pussy. A desperate whimper leaves my lips as he slips them in and out of me, and I squirm on his lap.

"I can hear how wet her pussy is," Silas says.

"Yeah, this is what happens when you're a slut who likes to be covered in cum and punished afterward."

He curls his fingers, working me faster. I bite my lip to keep from crying out and attempt to squeeze my legs closed.

"Don't do that," he says, using his other hand to spread my legs wider. "What's the problem? No one at your prep school knew how to fuck you right, and now you can't even take my fingers?" When I don't answer, he grabs me by my hair and pulls hard. "That wasn't rhetorical, either. Did they or did they not know how to fuck you?"

"No…" I whimper.

"That's what we thought. It's okay; I can help you with that. Lift your hips, Noah."

Meeting Silas's eyes in the rearview mirror, I do what he says, lifting my hips until I'm on my knees.

"Like this?"

"Just like that, baby."

Tate moves out from under me, positioning himself behind me, and my heart pounds as I hear the distinct sound of him fumbling with his jeans. My eyes remain locked on Silas's in the rearview mirror, watching as they move from me to Tate just before I feel the head of his cock against my backside. I gasp ashe runs it through my wetness and back and forth over my clit before finally thrusting inside of me.

"Ohhhhh, fuck!" I moan, gripping the edge of the bench seat hard in both of my hands, my body trembling as Tate buries himself to the hilt and holds it there.

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