Page 53 of Our Secret to Keep

NATE

River curls up beside me,practically sitting on my lap when the villain pops out and slashes into a hot girl’s chest. Slasher movies are my favorite. Hot chicks, tons of blood, and the stereotypical virgins getting spared.

What’s not to love?

River’s hand is on my thigh, inches from my cock, and fuck…

Am I getting hard?

I had sex like ten times in the past twenty-four hours. My needs are more than satiated. Yet, as his fingers drift closer, my cock jerks. It senses him the way it would pussy, which is so damn confusing.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He must notice because he glances down at the bulge in my dark gray joggers, eyes wide. It’s hard to miss and aimed straight at him like a missile. Even in the dark, you can see I’m turned on… by him.

What is happening?

It’s not like I hadn’t asked River for a handjob when I was in a jam—or made hockey porn for him. There was also that time I jerked him off while he watched gay porn and came on his ass.

This is normal, right?

Typical River and Nate.

On some of my darkest days, hands shaking and dying for an orgasm, River has helped me out.

A hand is a hand.

Right?

River pulls back and whispers, “You okay?”

“Yeah.”

I tap my fingers on my knee to steady my nerves, wondering if he can hear the rapid thumping of my heart.

Fuck, no.

I’m not okay.

I hate this fucking addiction. If I could kick my habit, I would. For most people, sex is a normal part of their lives. But for me, it’s all-consuming.

Every second of the day, I think about bending women over things. Anything, really. A water fountain. A desk. On all fours in the dirt. I could give two fucks how we do it as long as I get to come.

My fantasies are endless.

Mini movies in my head.

We’re in the back row against the wall. The closest people are sitting below us in the orchestra section. So, I grab my cock over my sweats. A chill rolls down my arms, spreading to my toes. It feels so fucking good just to touch myself.

“Nate,” River whispers in my ear, and the heat of his breath on my skin does something strange to me.

I shove my hand into my pants, and he grabs my wrist.

“What the fuck, Nate? You just had sex a few hours ago.”

I love having sex in public places hence how we ended up screwing a frat boy’s girlfriend in a closet before moving to the bedroom for the grand finale. Nights like those I barely remember the next day. I blackout from the drugs or alcohol, but sometimes from having a lot of orgasms. And my trust fund suffers for it.

When I look at River, I want to say,Well, if you didn’t jump onto my lap like a scared little bitch and make me harder than steel, I wouldn’t be thinking about jerking off in public.

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