Page 14 of Our Secret to Keep

“Oh god,” she moans, yanking her lips from mine. “Yes, yes, yes… Keep doing that, Nate.”

He’s good with his tongue. It never takes Nate long to make women come.

I pretend I’m kissing Nate when I dive in for another kiss, ripping off her bikini top in the process. With Samantha fully bared to us, she looks like an offering from the gods. She mutters our names, one after the other, clinging to my bicep.

A series of tremors rock through her body, and Nate drops her legs to the bed after she settles down.

He licks her cum from his lips and looks at me. “You wanna go first?”

I nod since he usually takes the lead, forcing me to wait my turn. The pill’s effects are starting to creep in as the room slightly tilts on its axis. It’s too soon to get the full feeling, but I’m enjoying how much I don’t care about anything but being with them.

I never use drugs during the hockey season, but taking ecstasy helps me stop overthinking. And I only take it with Nate.

I trust him with my life.

Nate throws condoms on the bed. I strip off my board shorts and get onto my back, rolling on the condom before pulling Samantha on top of me.

“Ride my best friend.” Nate guides her onto my cock, and we both moan once she’s fully seated on top of me. “He likes it when you play with his nipples.”

Samantha inches her hand up my chest, the pad of her thumb sweeping over my left nipple.

“Fuck,” I hiss, the intense sensation going straight to my cock.

Nate licks her earlobe and sucks it into his mouth. Then his hand moves between us to play with Samantha’s clit.

“Make him happy.” Nate massages her in a circular motion, and I feel her clench around me. “Make him feel good.”

“I will.”

Nate is always concerned about how I feel and whether I enjoy myself when we’re together. Some would take his concern as feelings, but I know better. Nate loves me like a brother. This is just sex for him, a transaction to quench his desire.

Even when he gets carried away, I won’t let myself think we have any chance of something more than friendship.

“River.” Samantha bites her lip. “Nate. Oh god. This feels…”

“You look so hot riding my best friend.” Nate grips her hips and guides her up and down my length. “Good girl. You have no problem handling his big dick, do you?”

“No,” she whimpers. “I love it.”

After Samantha finds the perfect rhythm with me, Nate kneels beside me and grabs my hand. He spits in my palm and wraps it around his thick shaft, cursing under his breath. This is not the first time he used my hand to get off.

Our moans become one, with all three of us working in perfect harmony. My dick grows even harder inside her as she rocks her hips, timed with Nate’s thrusts upward into my hand. She’s soaked, so damn wet I have to squeeze her ass to keep her right where I want her.

For years, I have questioned how much I like women. It’s hard to tell when Nate has been at my side for every sexual encounter. Even the first time that I jerked off to completion. Whenever I’m not in the mood, I look at him. Listen to his moans. Watch him come unravel as he comes.

We do everything together, which mixes up my head because my world starts and ends with him.

Nate pinches my nipple, and my eyes snap shut, but I force them back open. I need to see the look of pleasure on his face. I need to watch my best friend cum all over my hand.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he bites out as his cum coats my skin.

Less than a minute later, I’m coming into the condom, and Samantha rides out the last of the shockwaves, muttering our names. My hand is sticky from Nate’s release. And as I raise it closer to my face, I see double. A rainbow of color swirls around me like a freaky kaleidoscope.

What the fuck?

Nate sinks to the mattress beside me, curled up on his side. “You feel it, don’t you?”

I stare at my hand, amazed by how strange it looks. “Yeah.”

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