Page 62 of Our Secret to Keep

My eyes flick between the screen and Nate’s dick, which is even bigger up close. Pre-cum drips from his hand and down his long length. Legs spread wide, he is so bared to me that he might as well bend over and let me take him from behind.

Fuck, I want that.

I put my right hand on the bed beside his left one. His fingers are right there. So, I inch toward him, needing to feel his heat. My pinky finger brushes his.

He curls his pinky finger around mine. I hold my breath, too fucking stunned to process the simple gesture. It’s stupid to overthink anything with Nate. His addiction always wins, consuming him like a virus.

Nate weaves his fingers between mine as tremors shake through him. We’re both on the edge, about to fall off the fucking cliff.

I hold his hand like we’re boyfriends and continue fisting my dick, matching his grunts. But I don’t take my eyes off him. Every sound, every stroke. I pretend all of it is for me and not Samantha.

Nate catches me watching him. He pauses for a second like he’s trying to decide what to do.

I hold his gaze.

Will he kiss me if I close the distance?

I can’t tell with Nate. Sometimes, he acts so comfortable in his skin, only caring about chasing his next orgasm that I think he would let me. Other times, he plays it off as if this is normal. If our roommates were to walk in here right now, they would be horrified.

“Riv,” he says, his focus still on me. “You’re not watching the movie.”

“Neither are you.”

Using his pre-cum, Nate glides his thumb over the tip, then up and down his shaft. “You like watching me, don’t you?”

Drunk on pleasure, I mutter, “Yes.”

“You gonna come for me, Riv?”

Oh god.

Why does he do this to me?

“Yes,” I moan.

“Do you want me to come for you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Do you think you deserve my orgasm?”

What?

“You need to earn it,” he says, confident and cocky, with a smirk tipping up the right corner of his perfect mouth.

“How?”

“Like this.” Nate wraps my hand around his shaft. “Make me come.”

I can’t stand it anymore.

The pressure in my balls builds to a painful crescendo. I jerk our dicks, moaning as my cum spills into my hand.

“Good boy,” Nate whispers, head tipped back, licking his lips. “You always come for me, don’t you, Riv?”

I love it when he praises me.

Nate lasts a minute longer than me, making the hottest sounds when he comes. It takes every ounce of my energy not to climb on top of him and ride his cock.

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