Page 91 of Counter Bet

Steph laughs. “We’ve let loose a monster.”

April shushes her, waving her hand frantically in the air. “It’s about to get interesting.”

I chuckle too. It’s certainly heating up.

Jack leans over Matt and rests his palm on the sink. He begins to move. His eyes are locked on Matt’s in the mirror as he reaches down and palms Matt’s cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. “You’ll beg me to fuck your ass one day, and when that day comes, I’ll take you so fucking hard that you won’t be able to sit for a week!”

“Never going to happen!” Matt pants, his face screwed up in pleasure.

Jack chuckles, watching him in the mirror. “Keep telling yourself that, pretty boy.” He picks up speed, thrusting hard and fast between Matt’s cheeks.

Matt shakes and groans as he edges closer. Jack works Matt’s cock faster and harder until he spills his seed in spurts over the sink cabinet. Before Matt has a chance to recover, Jack comes with a grunt, covering Matt’s ass with cum.

“Jesus, fuck!” Jack curses, dropping his forehead to Matt’s shoulder, breathing hard.

“You should leave first, so we’re not seen together,” Matt says, still trembling.

Jack straightens and runs a hand through his cum on Matt’s ass, smearing it. “I like you like this, freshly fucked and covered in my cum.”

Matt pushes off the sink and tucks himself back in. He winks as he buttons up his jeans and says, “You haven’t fucked me yet.”

Jack tightens his belt, chuckling. “See you around, blondie.”

The door clicks shut behind him, and Matt walks over to where the camera is hidden. He crouches down and smirks. “Not bad for my first time. It’s your turn, princess. Go crush his dreams.”

The video ends.

“I don’t think I can crush his heart even if I try,” I say, laughing weakly.

Nina scoffs. “He’s into women. Don’t worry.”

“And men,” I whisper, still staring at the phone in my hand. “You guys know what to do,” I say to Ben and Dallas. They’re going upstairs to find us a bedroom while I flirt with Jack.

Maybe it’s a cruel game, but I can’t deny the thrill. Jack won’t care. If he gets upset, it’ll only be because of his bruised ego.

“I don’t like this,” Ben whispers in my ear.

I press a finger to his lips. “It’s just a game, babe.”

He searches my eyes. “If he touches you Em—”

I hush him, smiling. “Don’t worry so much. Let’s have fun.”

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