Page 40 of Our Secret to Keep

Fuck, no. Herpes is for life.

5. Do your sexual urges control your life?

Define control.

6. Do you masturbate multiple times a day?

My dick won’t stroke itself.

After a few questions, I got bored and closed the web browser. It was pretty obvious the answer was yes, but the questionnaire didn’t factor in my age. I’m a twenty-two-year-old hot-blooded American man.

Of course, I like sex.

I never turn down pussy.

Samantha gags on my cock, massaging my balls in her hand. She’s so tiny compared to me. So fragile. And she smells nice, like fruit or candy. I can’t place the scent, but I like it.

The second I feel my orgasm building, I push her off my dick and rise from the chair. “Get up.”

“What the fuck, Nate?” Samantha tucks a few blonde curls behind her ears. “What is up with you tonight? You’ve been acting like a weirdo since River left.”

She has no idea.

My connection to sex goes back to our years being roommates at Remington Academy. River was there for some of my firsts, and I was there for all of his.

I kissed Layla Matheson. Then, I dared River to kiss her, too. A sick part of me wanted to share that moment with him. It only seemed fitting since we jerked off together all the time. We watched the same porn and knew what sounds the other made when he came.

River lost his virginity on my bed, the two of us taking turns until we both came. And I got off on his moans, making him my sole focus. I didn’t care about the girl. I only cared about making him feel good.

How could I not?

He’s my best friend.

I know our relationship is fucked up, but I don’t care. No one else understands me the way River does. He knows what I need and gives it to me.

“Nate,” Samantha says, snapping me back to the present. “What is your deal?”

“I don’t want to come in your mouth.” I rub my thumb across her bruised lips. “Bend your fat ass over my bed and shut up.”

Samantha scoffs. “My ass isnotfat.”

“The fuck it’s not.” I shove my hand through her hair to mess it up some more. “Learn to take a compliment, woman.” I point my finger. “Bed. Knees. Now.”

She giggles. “So bossy.”

I raise an eyebrow. “That’s right. Iamthe boss.”

A quick slap to herfatass gets her moving. She squeals and practically jumps onto my bed.

Good girl.

I plug my phone into the cable connected to my TV and change the input so our video plays on the screen. The flat-screen mount has an adjustable arm, so I move it closer to the bed.

Samantha kneels on the mattress, facing the TV. “What are you gonna do to me this time?”

I toss a condom and a bottle of lube onto the bed. Her eyes widen as I approach. Propped up on her elbows, she looks up at me like she wants me to eat her. I will if she’s a good girl.

“We’re gonna watch River and me fuck you.” I climb onto the bed and move behind her. “While I fuck this tight ass.”

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