Page 63 of Our Secret to Keep

“Fuck,” he mumbles, completely spent. “That was… Wow! Thanks for that.”

I don’t know what comes over me, but I suck his cum from my finger.

“What are you doing?”

I want to die.

My brain is all fucked up.

I need to leave ASAP.

Nate is waiting for a response, so I say, “I wanted to see?—”

“How I taste?”

I bob my head, cheeks flushed, unable to look at him.

“What’s the verdict?”

“Salty,” I whisper, feeling like an idiot for losing myself in the heat of the moment.

“Does my cum taste good?”

“Mmhmm.”

His eyes light up, and he swipes a finger over the head of my leaking cock and puts it into his mouth. “Tastes better than I thought it would.”

I laugh. “You think about tasting my cum often?”

“Nah. You know what I mean. Girls always say it’s salty, but not you. I get a hint of something sweet.”

I stare at him in awe, afraid to speak and break the spell he has me under.

“I’m so horny,” he says after sucking his finger clean. “Why is this turning me on so much?”

The logical answer is that Nate could be bisexual. But this is Nate we’re talking about. He craves sex like a junkie needs a fix. Eating my cum was nothing more than curiosity for him. It didn’t even register in his brain.

“Because you’re an addict.”

“I hate when you say that,” he tosses back at me. “It’s normal for guys our age to like sex.”

“You more than like sex, Nate.”

Ignoring my comment, Nate slides off the bed and grabs a bath towel from the back of the door. He wipes the cum from his dick and throws a towel at me.

“Clean up and leave. I want to get some sleep.”

The sting of his rejection hits me deep in my marrow. It’s not even late. Nate still has at least four more hours of porn-watching before he goes to bed.

What was I thinking?

I made things weird.

I shouldn’t have touched him.

If only I could take it back.

Fuck.

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