Lust in the first degree.

Just as you manage to finish your first waffle, you notice that Alex is on his feet and making his way around the table. You attempt to ask what he's doing, despite already having seen the intention in his eyes, but are quickly cut off as Alex grabs either end of your chair and push it away from the table. "Alex, what...?!" You ask, before being quickly cut off by the combination of the serious look in his eyes and the sound of wood scraping forcefully against the tile flooring. You're taken beyond off guard, but the serious, lustful look that Alex gives you as he stops you just short of the kitchen counter and leans over you fills you with a mix of exciting, tingling fear, and also leaves you completely wet.

"How did Sasha taste on your tongue?" He asked, silently leaning in and kissing your neck with far more of a gentle overtone than you expected based on how he had taken you. You moan instinctively as his teeth silently pull on a small bit of your skin, before pulling away. "I can still smell her on you..." He whispers in your ear, before giving a playful nibble on your ear.

You're entirely taken aback as you feel your entire body go hot in a strange mixture of arousal and embarrassment. At first, you feel your gullet turn with jealousy at the question, as if your brain challenged the idea of him taking advantage of you while speaking her name, but the memory of their on again and off again relationship reinforces that this likely wasn't an attempt to take you with her in mind... and, fuck, you couldn't find yourself caring about that fact as much as you should've... not as his hands ventures down your shirt and through, in order to give your breasts a fond squeeze.

"And Greg?" He asks, lightly playing with your nipples, sending a shiver down your spine. "I bet you want to feel his cock after getting such a teasing from him last night... watching her take him into her throat and gurgle..." At the last word, his hands moves down, sliding aside the rather feeble shorts that you'd thrown on in a meager attempt to keep yourself clothed and, in one motion pushing two fingers into you, without a hint of foreplay.

You look up at Alex with utter surprise as he begins to silently pound into you with his fingers. The look in his eyes is one of pleasure, although there is a hint of red in his cheeks. "I bet you want to feel me pound into your mouth as forcefully as he did it to her." He huskily grunts, although the look in his eyes falters slightly. He's trying incredibly hard to put up a demeanor of utter uncaring curiosity, but he's such a nice guy that he has to **** it... and, even in that, there's something even more attractive about it.

Still, it's having a clear effect on you. You're absolutely drenched and bucking as if it was the first time you'd had an explorative finger near that newly garnered clit. "Alex, god damn..." You begin, not moving your eyes from his, whilst taking one hand and placing it on his shoulder for better leverage to lower yourself onto his fingers, while also fishing a hand forward, reaching for his cock within his pants. "I need you, so badly... Fuck...."

"Tell me you want to do it again." He replies, sliding another finger into your most sensitive spot, immediately bringing you nearly into a climax. His fingers, however, stop moving the moment he catches onto the feeling of your coming orgasm, and instead pulls out, to the audible disappointment of you. "Tell me, now." He reaches down and clasps your hand around his cock rather forcefully, moving it just enough to keep his head stimulated, but preventing you from jerking him off or, more specifically, pulling him towards you.

"Please, please..." You beg, moaning in an attempt to buck against Alex's hand. Fuck, you've never been this turned on in your life. "Please..."

"Say it, John." He insists, rather purposefully. The look of lingering doubt is now gone, replaced by insistence and lust. "Say you want Greg's cock inside you while I deep-throat you. Say you want to to fuck Sasha while we take both your holes. Fucking say it!"

The sound of him calling you by your name proper is enough to nearly make you climax on the spot, with no assistance whatsoever. The memories of last night return into your mind and your thrusts against his hand increases in veracity. Fuck, you need a release, you need him... you need Alex inside you, and the visions of being penetrated in both holes while eating out Sasha... the thoughts are overwhelming... You need that sweet release...