"What do you think about? When you're fucking him?"
Greg and I were still lying in bed, even though it was nearly noon. I didn't want to spend even a second away from him, knowing that he would have to leave town again. Soon.
"Uh..." My voice trailed off as I broke our eye contact, instead nervously looking around the room. "It's kinda' fucked up."
Greg let out a light laugh, before kissing me on the cheek. "Come on, tell me, babe. I really wanna' know."
I sighed, as I looked back over at him. "I think about you. He feels like you...almost. And when I get close to coming...I usually end up saying your name..." I sigh, again, as I close my eyes, knowing that the next thing I'm going to say is the most fucked up part. "And...he likes it...Hunter likes it when I say your name instead of his own..."
"What?! Why would he like that?" Greg's tone is puzzled, as he raises an eyebrow in my direction.
I shrug, as I softly kiss Greg on his shoulder. "I think he gets off on knowing that he's not supposed to be fucking me. That I'm supposed to be off limits, because I'm yours."
"You are off limits. I'm just letting him touch you, Ashley. He's only allowed to play with your body. You're still all mine at the end of the day. He doesn't get to have your heart. And if he ever tried to cross those boundaries, I'd fucking break his legs." Greg's words came out casual, as he idly ran his hand across my back...
He wasn't making a threat.
He was making a promise.
I could feel the familiar slickness forming between my thighs.
Greg being so possessive usually had this effect on me. Something about him claiming me as his own...
"Did you just get wet?" There was a playfulness in Greg's words, as he looked over at me. "I swear I can read your body language. It's like I'm fluent in Ashley."
"Shut up!" I rolled my eyes as I clenched my thighs together, not wanting to admit that he knew me oh so well.
"Mmhmm. Just let me check something really quickly..." Greg moved his hand to easily part my thighs, his finger reaching down towards my pussy and cautiously slipping inside of me. I let out a low moan, as his thumb grazes against my clit.
"Hmm...Mmhmm. You seem a little wet. But let me check something else, just to be sure..." He smirked down at me, before his head found its way between my thighs, his tongue roughly brushing against my clit. I moaned again for him, much louder this time, and he quickly went to work on my pussy, his tongue swirling around my clit while he now slipped another finger inside of me.
All I could do was writhe and moan on the bed, barely able to handle the pleasurable sensations coursing through my veins. Fuck. Greg touching me always felt so electric...
As I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge, I thought I heard our bedroom door being softly opened and closed...
Between my shivering and panting for air, I opened my eyes to see Hunter standing in our bedroom. He was grinning over at me, as he watched Greg continue to eat me out as his first meal of the day. I wanted to ask him what the hell he was doing here, but then I realized that Greg had probably invited him over today, wanting him to hang out with us before Greg had to leave for tour again.
Just the thought of Greg leaving again was making me sad.
Fuck.
I didn't want to be sad.
I motioned for Hunter to come closer to the bed, my brain ready to get my mind off of Greg leaving town again. I quietly unbuckled his pants, gently pulling them down with his boxers. Hunter was already hard, probably having grown excited from watching Greg with his mouth on me. I casually stroked my hand against Hunter's cock a few times, before taking his cock into my mouth.
I rested my hands against his lower abdomen, as I bobbed my head back and forth, wanting him to feel my lips against every inch of his cock. He groaned, as he eventually pushed his cock back towards me in a rhythm, his hips meeting my mouth with a thrust.
As I moaned against Hunter's cock, feeling him growing stiffer in my mouth, Greg's own mouth was moving faster as he licked at my clit, making my body almost ready to explode for him. Hunter reached down to run a hand across my chest, stopping when he reached one of my hard and ready nipples. He gently played with my nipple between his fingers, while he continued to thrust into me, and that's what sent me over the edge. I was coming, hard, against my boyfriend's mouth, while Hunter was soon coming inside of my own.
Before I could make the decision on whether to spit or swallow, I felt Hunter's mouth pressed against mine, as his tongue slid in between my lips. It was like he was purposely forcing his cum to fall out of my mouth, creating a very messy dribble onto my chest and all over his face.
Like he wanted Greg to see us, just like this...
When Greg came up for air, he only gave us a passing glance. I could tell that his mind was elsewhere, probably on his now hardened cock. He laid back down beside me on the bed, wordlessly shifting my position until I was straddling his hips.
I obeyed Greg's unspoken orders, cautiously lifting my own hips and pressing myself down onto his waiting cock.
