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Chapter Six

NATE

Being watched excites me. A little thrill zings through my limbs, igniting a fire beneath my skin. There’s something about knowing someone is finding pleasure because of me that gives me a high like any other. No drugs or alcohol come close to the feeling.

After I set up the cameras, I roll a chair into the center of my bedroom and force River to sit on the bed. Like a good boy, he follows my orders, wearing only his jersey and nothing else. I’m dressed similarly, legs spread so he has the perfect view of my dick and balls.

“Lean back on your elbows,” I say, grabbing hold of my leaking cock. “Let me see you.”

He does as I command and gives me a lazy grin as he pushes his legs apart. “Better?”

“Fuck, yes.”

River slides the jersey up his ripped stomach, and the pad of his thumb circles his nipple. He tips his head back and moans, tightening the grip on his cock.

“Nate,” he whispers, his eyes hooded. “Come here.”

“No. Keep touching yourself… and I’ll reward you with my mouth.”

“Oh god,” he groans, working his shaft into his fist. “Take off your jersey.”

“You go first.”

I stop jerking myself and lean forward in the chair, eyes on my beautiful friend. River slowly inches the fabric up his abs and yanks it over his head. His body is like carved marble, more perfect than a sculpture handcrafted by a talented artist. Of all the times I saw him naked, I never savored him quite like this.

I stare at the two crisscrossed hockey sticks with the number twenty-three between them inked over his heart. C'est la vie is written in script on the right side, a few inches above his nipple.

My eyes flick straight to the infinity symbol intertwined on his right forearm between other ink. I have the same one. It’s the only tattoo on my body, a reminder of my lifelong promise to River.

“You want my jersey?” I tell him. “Come take it off me.”

River hops off the mattress and gets on his knees between my thighs. He clutches the seam of my jersey, his fingers brushing my skin.

“You’re so hot,” he whispers. “I still can’t believe this is happening.”

My heart beats a million miles a second. An inferno brews inside me, all of my nerve endings on fire as he slowly trails his lips up my stomach. River leans forward and licks my abs, one at a time, devouring me like a dessert.

“Fuck.” I push the hair off his forehead and watch his eyes light up. “Your lips feel amazing.”

He flattens his tongue over my peck and gives me a few licks. “How about my tongue? You like this?”

“Yes.” I push his head down. “Don’t stop.”

His mouth closes over my nipple, ripping a hiss from my throat. My cock jerks between us.

“He wants a kiss. He’s feeling neglected.”

“I love how you speak about your dick like it’s a person.”

“Might as well be. He’s the most important part of my life… other than you.” I squeeze the base of my cock and glide my hand up my shaft. “Give me your mouth, Riv.”

“I might suck at this,” he says with a shy smile.

“Yeah, I want you to suck. That’s the point.” I shift my hips to smack his lips with the tip. “Wrap those sexy lips around me and show me how good you can take this dick.”

He bends down and swipes my precum from the tip. “I’ve been practicing.”

“Yeah?” My eyebrows rise. “With who?”

He licks my cum from his finger. “A dildo.”

“What else do you do with the dildo?”

River puts his palms on my thighs and sucks the tip of my cock into his mouth. “I have a dildo for this.” He does a swirly motion that goes straight to my balls, spreading down my spine. “And another dildo for my ass.”

“Dirty boy,” I growl. “Getting your tight hole prepped for me?”

He bobs his head on my cock in answer. I’m on the edge, ready to lose my fucking mind. No blowjob has ever felt this good. Probably because it’s his lips on my cock, his mouth making me moan.

It’s always been River.

“I hate waiting,” he says, popping his mouth off me. “If we were alone, I’d be begging you to fuck me.”

“When I fuck you, you’ll come so many times your dick will go into withdrawal when we’re apart. He’ll need antidepressants to make it through the day.”

River chuckles and abandons my aching cock to suck and bite my stomach. He yanks on my flesh, attacking me like a vampire. I never let women touch me like this. But I want a reminder of every place River has been.

“Trying to give me a hickie?” I bite out, struggling to catch my breath.

He lifts his head and smirks. “What if I am?”

“Go ahead.” I palm his head. “I’m already yours, Riv. Might as well mark me.”

A wicked gleam flashes in his green eyes, and then he sucks on my skin, pulling at it with his teeth. Reddish purple marks scatter across my abdomen. There’s even one below my nipple.

“You’re my new obsession,” I confess. “You have no idea what you’ve done.”

“Hunt me,” he says before enveloping me in his mouth. “I want to be your prey.”

The day we met, I nodded at the target practice poster on the wall above my bed, the center ripped to shreds by my rifle, and said, “You’re either the hunter or the hunted. Which one are you?”

The saying is a family motto passed down by generations of Brooks. And when I’d said it to River, I knew he would become part of my family one day. From the moment I saw River, he was mine.

I throw my legs over River’s shoulders and thrust upward into his mouth. He chokes on my long length, his eyes filled with tears.

“Oh fuck,” I moan, shocked by how fast the force of my orgasm hits me. “Riv, I’m gonna…”

Seconds later, my cum hits the back of his throat, and he stays suctioned to me until he gets every last drop. After my legs stop trembling, River sits up straighter, wiping his mouth with his hand, eyes on me.

“That was even better than I imagined.”

“Yeah, fuck.” I wipe the sweat from my brow. “Tell me about it. Your mouth is magical. It’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever had on me.”

River turned my brain to mush. I’m rambling nonsense. He could probably talk me into anything right now.

I beckon him with my index finger. “Your turn. I need that big dick in my mouth.”

Hovering above me, he stares into my eyes and pushes his cock past my lips. I suck him down my throat in one go, the force of which knocks him off balance.

River squeezes my shoulder to steady himself. “Goddamn, Nate. You’re a natural.”

Sex is easy for me.

I could blame my fucked up childhood or years of sharing girls with River. Or my obsession with porn and need to learn every position possible.

But the truth is I know River.

We are so in sync I don’t need to practice sucking him off to know that he likes it when I hum on his cock. He whimpers when I play with his balls. And he gets even louder when I reach up and pinch his nipples.

No one can satisfy River like me. No one can replace me or how I make him feel. Regardless of what happens, I will always be the first man to make him come. And if I can help it, I will be the last.

As River’s legs shake, his cum fills my mouth. I love his salty yet sweet taste, leaving a hint of him on my tongue to savor.

I pull him onto my lap. River presses his palms to my chest and straddles me, but we’re so big and heavy the chair creaks. The legs might snap if we don’t move.

So, I lift him in my arms and carry him over to my bed. With River beneath me, I plunge my tongue into his mouth, letting him taste himself. He’s hard again and heavy in my hand.

“Can’t get enough of me, can you?”

River peels his lips from mine and smiles. “God, no.”

“If you keep calling me God, I will develop a complex.”

He laughs. “You already have one, you cocky motherfucker.”

“Can you blame me?” I fist my now hard dick. “Look at this body.”

“Oh, I’m looking.” He bites his lip. “I’m having a hard time controlling myself.”

“We can fuck,” I whisper in his ear, my lips warming his earlobe. “I can slide my cock into your tight hole right now and claim your virgin ass.”

“Not with everyone home.”

My tongue travels up and down his neck until he’s moaning in my ear. “You’re not quiet, baby. Imagine how loud you’ll be when I fuck you.”

River grins. “Did you just call me baby?”

“Do you wanna be my baby?”

“No, I want to be your everything .”

I want that, too.

Taking him in my hand, I give him a few pumps. “Do you want to come again?”

“Yes,” he whimpers, thrusting his hips. “Come with me this time.”

River wants me to lead the way. He’s used to me being the dom in the bedroom and waits for me to bark the next instruction.

“Line up your dick with mine,” I say, even though I’m doing the work for him.

I fist our cum-slick dicks with my right hand, but it’s not enough. We’re too big for me to do all the work.

“As I move up from the bottom, you stroke us from the top.”

He does as I say. “Have you been practicing?”

“Nah. Gay porn.”

“You’re not allowed to watch porn,” he says in a stern tone.

“It was for research purposes.”

“Nate,” he groans.

“What? Dr. Swanson doesn’t want me having sex with random girls or engaging in risky behavior. But what we’re doing isn’t just sex.”

His lips part at my confession. “You really think that?”

“I do. This is so much more than sex for me.”

“Me too,” River whispers, his green eyes watery. “You know what this is, Nate?”

“Hmm?”

River rolls his thumb over the tip of my cock, eyes on my face. “This is intimacy. You being vulnerable with me.”

I lean forward and give him a quick peck. “Wrap your legs around me. Hold me and don’t let go.”

With that, River claims my mouth, helping me stroke our cocks up and down at the perfect pace. We know each other’s bodies so well, moving in unison like two perfectly fit puzzle pieces.

I kiss him with my eyes open to watch him unravel, to see him shiver as his orgasm reaches its crescendo. I’m obsessed with the sounds he makes when he comes. And the way his cock jerks every time I nibble on his lip.

My greedy little cock slut growls in my mouth, humping me like a teenage boy trying to get off, using my body to create more friction.

“ Tu es à moi ,” he whispers between kisses.

He said this to me before, and I never pried out the meaning from him. I couldn’t recall how to say the words, let alone spell them. French was not my favorite subject in high school. You’d think River would have rubbed off on me, but he only speaks it around his family.

I steal my lips from his as we’re about to come. “What does that mean?”

“It means…” He tips his head back, and then his eyes are on me again. “You are mine.”

River’s cum spills onto my abdomen and our hands, and not long after, my cum splashes his stomach.

“I’m yours.” I nuzzle his chin with my nose before trailing over his cheek. “And you’re mine, Riv. All mine.”

“Yes,” he says, huffing out a breath. “Fuck… You own me, Nate.”

We spend a few minutes making out, our sticky, sweaty bodies pressed together. Cradling his cheek, I explore his mouth with my tongue. Kiss his bruised lips. Press my weight down on him, reveling in the feel of his muscles rippling beneath me.

“You’re going to ruin me,” River says after the longest kiss of my life. “And I’m going to enjoy every second.”

I rest my forehead on his and breathe through my nose. “You already ruined me… and we haven’t had sex yet. Wait until you see how crazy obsessed I’m about to become.”

River laughs. “Some obsessions can be healthy… with moderation.”

“I won’t be able to control myself once we fuck. I know it.” Even as I speak, I can feel the need to possess him washing over me. “Get used to me being all over you. Nothing will get rid of me.”