Page 3 of Our Secret to Keep

“Oh, you know, the usual.” I wave at all the girls surrounding us. “Do the math.”

“Did we…” He shakes his head and lowers his voice. “Did we fuckallof them?”

I wink. “It’s called stamina, Riv. Something neither of us lacks.”

A look of pure disgust mixed with the familiar sting of shame crosses over his face.

I feel it, too.

Every single day.

Most mornings, I wake up and wonder how I made it through the night. I’m on a downward spiral, taking my best friend with me. River won’t let me drown. He dives headfirst after me, swimming in water too deep for us to navigate.

Hence, why he agreed to another one of my sex parties. As fucked up as it might be, we never have sex without the other. It’s been this way since we turned fourteen and wanted to bone the same girl.

I survey the space, counting the women on the floor and couches, and see nine naked bodies. If I weren’t so annoyed with myself, I would be proud. How many of our teammates could go all night with this many puck bunnies?

“You both fucked me,” the blonde says, jiggling her big tits.

“And me,” the redhead says with a sexy smile. “At the same time.”

“Me too.” A girl with long, black hair lifts her head off the pillow. She bats her lashes at River. “You fucked my ass.”

“Ditto.” A brunette scrubs a hand at her eyes. “You filled all of my holes.”

“Jesus,” River hisses, eyes downcast and covering his face with his hands.

“You guys are fun,” the blonde says, pushing out her tits as an offering. “We should do this again.”

I tackle her to the mattress, already hard and ready to sink into her. “Yeah? You want this dick again.”

She wets her lips. “Fuck me with that big dick, Nate.”

My dick should have its own zip code. Its own post office. People would travel across the country just to see it. Some of these women did. They got on their knees the second I took off my pants, licking their lips like little cock sluts.

It only took a quick DM to the hottest girls who messaged River and me to get them on flights to New York. I hand-selected the finest girls this country has to offer so I could spoil my best friend rotten.

What’s better than birthday pussy?

A lot of birthday pussy.

I bend down and suck the blonde’s nipple into my mouth, tugging on it with my teeth. She whimpers and writhes beneath me, making my cock even harder.

River grabs my shoulder. “Nate, stop.”

I pause on top of her at the sound of his deep voice. My best friend is the only person who grounds me. If he says no, I usually listen. But what’s one more round with a girl we already fucked?

I tip my head at the nightstand. “Grab me a condom.”

River picks up the box and throws it at my forehead. “It’s empty, you fucking degenerate.”

“I don’t recall you complaining last night.”

Nostrils flared, he shakes his head. “Wait until we get in the car, Nate.”

Ooh, he’s giving me the mean daddy voice.

Maybe if I get him riled up, he’ll spank me. And why does that make my cock excited?

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