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CHAPTER 13

NATE

Please let me go, Nate . River’s plea still haunts me. Even with Samantha on her knees, hands on my spread thighs, head bobbing up and down on my cock. She’s trying to work me up again, but I’m not in the mood.

Not since River left me .

Us, I mean us.

He left us .

So why does it feel like he walked out on me, not Samantha? I hate that River acted like I was holding him hostage. I don’t recall pointing a gun at his head and forcing him to fuck her.

“What’s going on?” Samantha says, fisting my limp dick. “Am I doing something wrong?”

Nope .

Even after two minutes of her porn star efforts, I can’t get into what should have been a fan-fucking-tastic blow job. Samantha gives the best head of any puck bunny. It’s one of many reasons she’s lasted so long with River and me.

Two months.

That’s a record.

She deserves a gold star.

“Just not feeling it,” I tell her.

She sits back on her heels, her tits mashed together, staring up at me with those big, blue eyes. “Is it me?”

Why am I not hard right now?

I should be.

I mean, look at her.

Huge tits, tiny pink nipples, a thick ass—that still has my handprint on it—and willing to do anything. I wasn’t joking when I told my teammates about her. Samantha has no limits. Like me, she enjoys pushing boundaries. Hence, how we ended up with River and me fucking her pussy at the same time.

She loves it.

So do I.

So does he.

When I feel River moving inside her in tandem with me, I nut so hard I lose the ability to speak. All the oxygen sucks right from my body along with my cum.

I know what’s missing.

River.

Fuck .

I grab my cell phone and flip through hundreds of videos. We film most of our sexploits. The girls are all into it and fuck even better when they know someone could watch them.

When I find the perfect video, I hit play. Samantha’s sexy fucking moans and River’s grunts carry over the music playing in the background.

“What are you watching?” Samantha lifts her head, popping my dick out of her mouth, saliva dripping from her lips. “That sounds like me.”

“It is.” I push her head down until she’s choking on my dick. “Don’t stop. Get me nice and hard if you want me to pound that pussy.”

She gags on my dick, the vibration sending a jolt to my balls. Fuck, this girl could suck the dick right off my pelvis.

With the phone in my left hand, I watch River on the screen. As Samantha straddles my thighs, he moves behind her, bending her forward. Her long, blonde hair covers my eyes, her nipples brushing my lips. You can’t see much more than my legs and chest from the side and my fingers digging into her sweet ass.

When we filmed this, I couldn’t see what River was doing to her. Keeping one hand on her ass, he slides his thumb between her pussy lips.

He licks his lips.

His dick is rock-hard.

River watches her cum drip onto my cock. Then, he looks at me, pupils nearly blown out, and he’s so excited. He fists his thick cock and rolls on a rubber, still watching me—not her.

I’m not sure what it means.

Or why we’re like this.

He guides Samantha onto my cock, and from this angle, I see him smirk. He likes having this power over her. So do I.

I think I’m a sex addict.

Well, I know I am.

One time, I Googled signs of sex addiction and got a list of questions that made it crystal clear I have a fucking problem.

1. Do you have some form of sex daily?

Fuck, yes.

2. Do you enjoy group sex?

Oh, hell fucking yes.

3. Do you have sex with multiple partners?

See number two.

4. Do you engage in unprotected sex?

Fuck, no. Herpes is for life.

5. Do your sexual urges control your life?

Define control.

6. Do you masturbate multiple times a day?

My dick won’t stroke itself.

After a few questions, I got bored and closed the web browser. It was pretty obvious the answer was yes, but the questionnaire didn’t factor in my age. I’m a twenty-two-year-old hot-blooded American man.

Of course, I like sex.

I never turn down pussy.

Samantha gags on my cock, massaging my balls in her hand. She’s so tiny compared to me. So fragile. And she smells nice, like fruit or candy. I can’t place the scent, but I like it.

The second I feel my orgasm building, I push her off my dick and rise from the chair. “Get up.”

“What the fuck, Nate?” Samantha tucks a few blonde curls behind her ears. “What is up with you tonight? You’ve been acting like a weirdo since River left.”

She has no idea.

My connection to sex goes back to our years being roommates at Remington Academy. River was there for some of my firsts, and I was there for all of his.

I kissed Layla Matheson. Then, I dared River to kiss her, too. A sick part of me wanted to share that moment with him. It only seemed fitting since we jerked off together all the time. We watched the same porn and knew what sounds the other made when he came.

River lost his virginity on my bed, the two of us taking turns until we both came. And I got off on his moans, making him my sole focus. I didn’t care about the girl. I only cared about making him feel good.

How could I not?

He’s my best friend.

I know our relationship is fucked up, but I don’t care. No one else understands me the way River does. He knows what I need and gives it to me.

“Nate,” Samantha says, snapping me back to the present. “What is your deal?”

“I don’t want to come in your mouth.” I rub my thumb across her bruised lips. “Bend your fat ass over my bed and shut up.”

Samantha scoffs. “My ass is not fat.”

“The fuck it’s not.” I shove my hand through her hair to mess it up some more. “Learn to take a compliment, woman.” I point my finger. “Bed. Knees. Now.”

She giggles. “So bossy.”

I raise an eyebrow. “That’s right. I am the boss.”

A quick slap to her fat ass gets her moving. She squeals and practically jumps onto my bed.

Good girl .

I plug my phone into the cable connected to my TV and change the input so our video plays on the screen. The flat-screen mount has an adjustable arm, so I move it closer to the bed.

Samantha kneels on the mattress, facing the TV. “What are you gonna do to me this time?”

I toss a condom and a bottle of lube onto the bed. Her eyes widen as I approach. Propped up on her elbows, she looks up at me like she wants me to eat her. I will if she’s a good girl.

“We’re gonna watch River and me fuck you.” I climb onto the bed and move behind her. “While I fuck this tight ass.”

She moans when I drag my finger down her crack and then slip it into her wet pussy. “Oh, god, Nate.”

“God can’t help you in here.” A Joker-like grin spreads across my face as I lather her tight hole with lube. “Keep your eyes on the screen.”

I follow my own instructions, focused on River’s muscular ass. He has a cute dimple on his left butt cheek that pops each time he thrusts into her. Seeing him dominate Samantha only makes me want to do the same. And since he’s not here, this is the next best thing.

As I fuck Samantha’s ass, I shove two fingers in her pussy. It’s still not enough. So, I add another. I need her nice and full—how she feels when River and I fuck her. But even that’s not enough because my fingers are a poor replacement for River’s dick.

“Holy shit,” she hisses. “Wow, that feels good, Nate.”

I fuck her like a madman possessed, the metal headboard slamming into the wall.

Thump, thump, thump .

She whines.

Screams.

Begs me for more.

“Harder, Nate.”

I fill her with so much force my balls smack her pussy over and over until I know I left a mark. But she likes it this way.

Rough, hard, no mercy.

Someone bangs on the wall.

One of my teammates.

Fuck them .

I’m about to come.

I’m so close.

And it’s not because of her.

It’s because of him .

River.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck .

I don’t understand my obsession with him.

I’m not gay.

I don’t like guys.

So, why do I miss him?