Instead, I say, “I’m horny. Can you blame me?” I tip my head at the screen. “That girl was giving it good until she got her throat cut.”
“You need help.”
I cup my balls and groan. Fuck, it feels incredible. I just need to touch myself for a few more seconds…
“And you need to shut up. I keep a lot of secrets for you, Riv. I even make you fucking porn.”
He shakes his head. “Please don’t ruin today for me. I’ve been looking forward to it all week.”
The more he stares at me, the harder my dick gets. It’s painful, the ache spreading to my balls. Last night, I needed to see him to get an erection, which is super fucked up. An all-time low for me.
River.
River.
River.
He’s on my mind all the time.
Needing to understand this new addiction, I grab his hand and stuff it down my pants. Just to see if he will freak out. He never has. Not even the first time I asked him for a handy. I was so drunk and sloppy, muttering my words.
But he said yes.
He always does.
I wonder if he’d blow me.
Wait. What?
I’m horny and desperate and not above begging.
“Please, Riv.”
River’s hand cups my dick over my boxer briefs. We stare into each other’s eyes, and I feel… I don’t know.
A spark?
What is wrong with me?
My addiction has taken a new turn—a slow descent into madness. I can’t lose my best friend over this. Yet, I can’t stop myself.
“I need you,” I whisper into the crook of his neck. “Please, Riv.”
He smells good. His cologne is spicy and manly. Beneath that, I catch a hint of clean linen and a fresh musk. I slide my hand up his thigh, unable to stop myself, burrowing my face in his neck and grinding against his hand.
“What do you want from me?” River says the words softly in my ear. “Huh? Say it, Nate. Tell me what you want.”
Oh God.
Fuck me.
“I want you to make me… come. Please.”
“What about me?”
I lift my head from his shoulder. “What about you?”
Disgusted by my response, River scoffs and removes his hand from my pants. He jumps out of his chair and barrels down the steps toward the exit.