Runaway

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The next morning she was happy, humming as she got ready for work. I acted like I didn’t have anything planned and told I’d see her after work and to let me know what she wanted to do.

I hadn’t actually talked to Ben yet, so I texted him the moment Violet left. I swallowed hard when he immediately agreed.

I want this to be an entire affair, though. Dinner, drinks, snazzed up. My treat, of course.

So you’re thinking...of going out? You alright with that?

You’re not going to fondle me in public, are you?

Well, no, but you’re famous and anyone will take one look and know what’s up.

That’s why I want to do it this way, I think Violet will like the brashness of it all, the taboo of being in public.

Ahhh, you’re definitely right about that. Wanna get a limo?

Great idea. Should I buy her a dress, or will she kick me in the balls for that?

On a night like this, I think you could get away with it. If you’re going that route, though, get her the entire package: lingerie, nice shoes, and have them sent to her with a note. You may want to enroll one of the girls for this.

Shit, you’re right. Can you handle the restaurant reservations? I apparently have enough to do.

Sure thing. Let me know what you’re wearing. We should match somewhat.

You got it. I’ll keep you updated.

Damn, this was getting out of hand pretty quickly. But she would absolutely love it. An entire dinner of her watching us flirt with one another and her? She’s gonna die. I smirked and got to it.

*

“Zack, she’s supposed to look classy, not like a hooker.”

Mich turned down my fifth choice and I rolled my eyes, “Fine. Just...pick one for me? Please? I want every single person in that restaurant staring at us.”

“You sure this won’t backfire, Z?” Brian, who’d decided to tag along, asked, “You’re most likely going to wind up on social media for this, and someone is going to make a gay comment if you’re there with Ben.”

“What? No they won’t. Not if we’re on opposite sides of her in a booth or something.”

Michelle sided with me, “Zack’s right. Violet’s going to love the attention of the entire room, and she’ll have no problem getting it.”
“Heard you had no problem getting her attention,” I grinned sideways down at her as she rolled her eyes, but then just shoved her tongue in her cheek--clearly quite proud of herself.
Syn giggled, “Speaking of gay, you giving her what she really wants?” He smirked, wagging his eyebrows at me.

“What does she really want?” Michelle asked nonchalantly as she went through dresses at the boutique to which she’d taken us.
“Great, thanks Brian.” I shook my head that someone else knew. Brian and Matt were bad enough.

“Violet likes to watch dudes fuck.”
I fired a look at my best friend when he spelled it out so frankly.

Michelle stopped, dress in hand, and looked between Brian and me...me and Brian. Back at me, “Hm.” We both stared as she kept doing that, hand now at her chin in thought.

“Honey?” Gates finally put his hands on his hips, trying to get her to elaborate.
“Oh jesus christ.” My cheeks must’ve turned a million shades of red.
“What?” She shrugged, “I’m just sayin’...I get it.”
Syn finally caught on and slapped a hand to his face, “Oh god.”

Now Mich had the wicked grin on her face, “Well, are you?”
I huffed and crossed my arms, “I’ve considered it.” Well, it wasn’t a lie, exactly.
She cackled, followed by Brian, who put both hands on my shoulders, “You pitching or catching?”
“Oh c’mon!!” I elbowed him pretty hard in the ribs and refused to answer.
“We all know what that means.”
“Can we just find a dress please?! Fuck!”

Michelle tried to control her laughter and went on perusing. A moment later, she found a dress that swept the recent conversation away. It was perfect.

*

As we rode quietly in the limo on the way to Violet’s, I was a little jealous of Ben. He had fewer stakes in this, so he was much more calm. Or he'd just done this more. I was a nervous fucking wreck. I desperately needed a drink, but there would be plenty of that at the restaurant, so I held off.

We looked good. I had shaved, slicked my hair back. We both wore mostly black.




“You decided yet?” Ben was leaned over, elbows on knees, and looked over at me, eyes half lidded.
“Decided what?” I faked confidence and put an arm on the back of the seat. This apparently was taken as an invitation and Ben scooted just close enough to make me nervous.
“Whether you want to top or not?”

Oh, that.

I nervously held his gaze. Might as well start now--since that was only the beginning, “I have...decided. I...I want to be in the middle.”

His sideways grin was accompanied by a sexy look in his eyes, “It’s great, you’re going to love it.”
I sighed when I realized he could say that because he’d been there.

I was relieved when the limo stopped. Just as I was about to get out, she opened the door and climbed right in. I would’ve told her I wanted to come get her, if I could speak.

“Damn.” Ben breathed out behind me.
“Yeah.” I agreed.

She didn’t seem to hear us, as she was busy staring back. We all just smiled and gawked for a few minutes as the limo got moving. Finally, I grabbed her hand and brought her fingers to my lips, “Baby, you look ravishing.”



The floor length dress hugged her in every amazing way possible. Her ample cleavage turned an evening gown into something much naughtier. A very high slit up the side of it called my name, but I made myself not touch her there.

I felt Ben get closer and forced myself not to move, keeping my eyes on hers. His hand went to my hip and he leaned me back against his chest. Her quick inhale and flush of her cheeks put me completely at ease with this. I could only imagine what the rest of the night would do to her.

“Let’s start this night off right,” Ben growled in my ear and leaned over me, his fingers turning my head to face him before his lips met mine. Kissing him back earned us a gasp and a whimper from Violet that egged me on to threading my fingers into his hair, deepening the kiss with my own growl.

“Fuck…” She moaned and I was glad when the Brit stopped so that I wouldn’t get too hard before we walked into the restaurant. Turns out, he wasn’t stopping. His blue eyes captured mine as he pressed a palm to my crotch, making me groan and lean my head back. He wasted no time and soon he was kneeling on the floor, my pants were open, and my cock was in his mouth.
Jesus christ...it was still a little weird how good this felt…

“You two are so hot…”
When I opened my eyes Violet was up against my side, kissing my neck and then my lips, “Do we have to go to dinner??”
“Yes, baby…” I panted, putting a hand in Ben’s hair and pulling her closer with the other, “Shit…”

He momentarily popped off, but kept stroking me as he licked my sac--which sent electric jolts through me that made me whine like a bitch in heat, “Don’t hold back, Zack. Fuck my mouth if you want to.”

Good lord. When his lips were firmly placed around my length again, I took advantage of his permission. Letting go of Violet, I placed both hands in his hair and gently thrust up. When I saw he could take that much, I went a little harder--my sounds filling the limo as my cock hit the back of his throat. My orgasm neared quickly and I let go of his hair, letting him decide what he wanted to do. I gripped the seat as he swallowed my ending while I gawked.

When I collapsed back in the seat, Ben quickly leaned over Violet, put a hand to her jawline, and openly kissed her. I’m pretty sure I whimpered when I could see my come in between their mouths. This night sure was gonna rock.

*




I loved watching the look on her face as she gazed around at 2nd Floor, a restaurant I’d picked because it screamed us. Tattoo designs littered the tables and walls and coffin-shaped decorations. It was dark and we’d been led to a booth in the corner per my request--but only after every set of eyes in the place were on us. I watched her bloom under the attention, her gait sexy as hell and her head held high. While part of me knew she’d love making a scene at a super high class restaurant, I knew here we’d get away with a lot more and not risk getting thrown out.

I almost spit out my water and gained half a stiffy when the waitress showed up and her and Violet immediately made eyes at each other. My. Life. Kicked. Ass.
I lifted a brow at Ben and he gave me the same “well that was hot as fuck” look back.

I ordered for all three of us and got a death glare and a scoff out of Violet. When I calmly but firmly gave her a confident look that told her I was in charge here, she blushed and cast her eyes down. I grinned.



We were brought a round of cocktails that would be one of only two and they were practically inhaled by all three of us. Guess we were all a little anxious.

The banter was easy, flirtatious, perfect. Her enormous, violet eyes went back and forth between us often, but the way they changed slightly every single time she looked at me made me feel like someone was gripping my heart. And that look said I had the same effect on her.

Ben leaned over and whispered something into her ear. Her hand gripped mine as his hand carefully disappeared underneath her skirt. She cleared her throat and shifted, her cheeks dusting with a pretty, dark blush. Her other hand bunched into the material of his pants and he smoothly removed his hand with a sideways smile at me.

“We can't have you coming right at the dinner table, now, can we Vi?” He chuckled. Before I could comment, I had the finger that had been up her skirt in between my lips.
Instinctively, I closed my mouth around it and licked, sucking it further into my mouth. Now Ben was a little flustered. I grinned sideways when he shivered a little and pulled his hand back. The look in her eyes and the slack in her jaw further tightened my pants.

What I had ordered was light and eventually arrived with our second round of drinks. I had paid the limo driver extra to get dessert later while we were busy at Ben’s place so we’d have something to snack on when we were done...or something to eat off each other, depending on how the night went.

We didn’t hide what this was from prying eyes whatsoever. We both leaned in and gave her bare skin or her lips light kisses through out the night, sitting close together. I made sure to flirt with Ben a couple of times, which was easy after the drinks. She ate hilariously fast, clearly annoyed when we took our time. When we were finally done eating, I leaned over to her ear and whispered in the most even tone I could muster, “Remember those silver balls from the second Fifty Shades movie? You’ll find some in your purse. Now go to the restroom and don’t come out until they’re inside you. Don’t come, either.”

Her blush of excitement reached her freckled shoulders and she tried to calmly get out of her seat.
Ben arched a brow at me, “Damn, you have game. This is working out pretty well tonight. Can’t wait for the rest.” He grinned and finished off his drink.

I signaled for the check and we were ready to leave just as Violet got back. I could tell she was having a hard time and offered her my arm, which she clutched desperately.

When we were settled in the limo, she first tried for my pants, and then for Ben’s--her hand getting slapped away each time. I laced my fingers through hers when she attempted to discreetly slip her hand up her own skirt.

“Patience, baby.” I kissed her cheek, soothing a thumb over her knuckles when she squeezed my hand.
Instead of obeying me, though, she gave me that wide eyed innocent look she had down, with a side of her bitten lip.

I narrowed my eyes, steeling my voice, “Do I need to demand your compliance tonight, darling??” I used my other hand to roughly grip her chin and I got her obedience with the lowering of her lashes.

I let Ben lead her inside his place, trailing behind so I could stare at her firm ass. He handed her over and dimmed all the lights once we were in his bedroom. I sat her on the edge of the bed as Ben walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. My eyes met hers as he began unbuttoning my vest and kissed below my ear.

Once my vest and shirt were unbuttoned, I turned around and went for his. When his lips found mine again, we both heard her moan and broke into smiles. Ben’s smile widened and he turned me back around, undoing my belt and diving one of his hands into my pants.

“Fuck…” I groaned as he began stroking me. As soon as my pants were around my ankles, Violet went for my dick. Licking and sucking and stroking me, she whimpered when Ben sat behind her and put a hand under her dress. I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, but she squirmed as his hand moved.

Taking his hand back, the Brit unzipped her and pushed her dress to the floor. The sexy as fuck lingerie I’d bought her lay underneath--complete with garter and stockings. I’d been nervous they wouldn’t fit well, but man did they ever.

“This outfit isn’t quite complete, love,” Ben nipped at her ear and reached into his bedside drawer. He’d told me about it, so I just crossed my arms and watched as her wide eyes flicked up to mine.

He put the collar around her her neck and adjusted it until it fit, attaching the leash to the back before he fastened it to his bed. The blush to her cheeks and the way her fingers played with it told me she loved it. I stepped closer, taking her chin in my grip,
“You wanted to watch us together, so that’s what will happen. You won’t be allowed to come until the end, when I’m deep inside you. Then we’ll see.”

Violet exhaled and whimpered when she realized I was going to bottom. I stripped the rest of the way down and joined her on the bed on my side, pulling her to me. As we kissed and fondled each other, I could hear Ben’s movements but largely ignored them--getting lost in my girlfriend. I reminded myself that I was doing this for her, because at the moment I was having a hard time remembering why I wasn’t just fucking her already.

When the bed dipped behind me and I felt strong hands on me, I let go of Violet--making sure the collar kept her at the other side of the bed so she could watch. Ben kissed my neck, his lubed fingers probing between my cheeks. I arched and moaned lightly when two fingers entered me. All thoughts that this wasn’t the most comfortable situation, that this might get awkward--vanished in a hot second.

“Fuck…” I reached back into his thick hair and I could hear him smile. When I started moving myself on his fingers, he groaned deeply.
“Bloody hell, Zack...you want another?” His tone was teasing, but I couldn’t help but nod.
“Ah!” I squirmed--three was a little much.
“Easy, love…” Ben turned my head so he could take my lips in his, quite effectively distracting me. My body relaxed as his tongue entered my mouth. I moaned into him when his fingers began to move and scissor. He was working me open fast, but fuck it felt so good.

Ending the kiss, the Brit turned my chin so we were both looking at her. She was languidly playing with herself and I think I got a little harder. Just when she had me in a situation when I thought I’d never be more turned on ever again in my life, she always found a new and different way to make sure I was wrong.

As we both stared her down, her sparkling eyes begging back at us, Ben husked in my ear, “Tell me what you want, Zack. She wants to hear it, I know she does.”

I let it hang in the air for a moment before sucking in a huge breath, “Fuck me. I want you to fuck me.”

I heard the lube and felt the warm, hard press of him against my hole. I felt the bloom of pain at the initial stretch. I felt the ache in my throat as I practically screamed. I felt the overwhelming feeling of fullness as he slid deeper with a loud moan of his own. All thoughts of Violet blinked out as I felt the white hot pain radiate through my ass. I felt his hand wrap around my softening cock and pump, his lips all over my skin.

Forcing my eyes open, I saw Violet try and get closer only to find she couldn’t, eyelids fluttering when the collar pulled at her neck.
I felt the white hot pain slowly ebb into white hot pleasure as the photographer’s cock moved gently.

“Ben, holy fuck…” I arched again and the next roll of his hips was accompanied by his moaning my name as well.

“You gonna come for me already, Zack?” He whispered and my eyes blew open. Well, I wasn’t going to, “Let her watch you come.” I wasn’t given a choice as he stroked me into orgasm and it coated his sheets.

I whined a little when he pulled out. He patted my ass, “Lean over the edge of the bed for me, Zacky.”
Now pretty flushed myself, I stood up and bent over. Violet was just close enough that I could play with her.

“Jesus fuck…” I groaned when I was taken again, this time lost in amethyst eyes blown wide with pure lust and fascination as she looked down at us. He started a good rhythm and I whined.

Forcing my concentration on her as Ben fucked me, I pulled her panties aside. As always, she was so wet it made my knees weak. Slipping two fingers into her as she moaned and writhed, I found the Ben Wa balls and teasingly pulled them out. I bent my head and softly licked her clit--just enough to drive her nuts, but not enough to make her finish.

“Fuck…” Ben grunted, “Better fuck her, Zack, before you come.”

Violet eagerly opened her legs further as we moved up the bed over her and my cock almost screamed with delight as it found itself engulfed in her heat. Oh, fuck yes.
When I thrust deeply, I could feel Ben’s cock move and that was almost all I had. Pleasure rippled through my body as I attempted to control it to any sort of degree. One more thrust and Violet was falling apart under us.

After that, Ben lost all control. When he started fucking me harder, I totally let him and it set the pace for how I hammered into my girl. Her exquisite moans filled the air and I held on. My hips were grabbed by him, my hair by her. My dick was wetly stroked, my ass full of him. Her eyes were full of wonder, mine desperate for release. Violet’s cries got louder, which made Ben go harder.



Deep, masculine sounds were made as Ben went first. As he came I watched her watch him and she grimaced. I felt her release onto me and the coiling heat deep in me let go. I came hot with a loud cry, falling into her and Ben collapsed over both of us.

*

Ben chuckled with a satisfied sigh as he plopped onto his back. I stayed inside my Violet, stroking her hair as her breathing evened out. I pecked her lips.

Then she burst into tears.

“Baby??” I pulled away, horrified, “Wasn't that what you wanted? Did you not enjoy it?” Her orgasm certainly said otherwise.

Her hands bunched into her eyes, trying to wipe away her tears and shield her from me at the same time.
“No, I...loved it…” Her voice was soft, compliant, sad. It wasn't her. “I can’t believe you did all this for me...the clothes, the dinner, the….sex.” She pushed at my chest as she began to sob. What the hell was happening?

“Why are you doing this to me, Zack?”
“Doing what, baby? You, you liked it, right?”

“Yes!” She sobbed, pushing me off her as she refused to look at me, “I like everything you do to me! Why do you have to be so damn sweet, huh?! I tried to keep this simple, to keep my distance!” Violet was angrily putting clothes back on as I sat on the bed bewildered. I tried to listen, to understand, but after the night we’d just had, I was struggling.

“Baby, what’s going on?! I’m trying to make you happy!” I grabbed for her hand and she slapped it away. Man, I was so confused. Was she PMSing? What had I done wrong?

“I am happy, Zack. That's the problem with you. You make me maybe happier than I've ever been, but it's...I thought I could do this, Zacky….” Violet calmed as she put on the last of her clothes and turned to me. Her amethyst eyes raised to mine as I slowly stood up and I thought I might pass out. I could see the conflicted emotions swimming in her eyes. I knew I couldn’t love her, but there was still no way in hell she was saying what I think she was saying.

More tears threatened there in the beautiful depths and now I was fighting back tears, “I’m falling madly in love with you, Zack. I’m sorry. I-I can’t.”

I was already resigned, my shoulders falling before they began to shake, because I knew she was right. Didn’t stop the pain, though.

“Violet, please. You can’t do this to me…”

She put a shaky hand to my jawline and kissed my already tear-stained lips, “Goodbye, Zacky.”

And then I felt my heart shatter around me in a thousand pieces as I watched her walk out on me.

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Notes

WHAT?!? *ducks under the table* Don't hate me!!!
Thanks to Larisa for helping me add a lot to this chapter!!! You can thank her for the extra foreplay at the dinner table ; )

Damn, writing Violet-Zacky breakups does NOT get easier. Ima go cry in a corner now.

PLEASE comment and vote! Thanks for reading guys!!!

What's gonna happen NOW?!?