Greg makes the first move.

Surprisingly, it's Greg that takes the bait, and even more surprisingly, he's the first to make a move on you. Stepping forward and shedding his shirt, he quickly slid up to the arm of the chair, and slid his own jeans down, revealing his own member. You hadn't really gotten a good _look _at it the day prior, instead choosing to ride it in it's surprising arrival, but it was actually a bit larger than Alex's.

You feel a hand push on the back of your head as you take in the sight of Greg's cock, and don't resist it. Your immediate reaction to the rough movement is to give in, taking Greg entirely into your mouth. At first, you gag in surprise as you're **** forward. You'd never quite been manhandled like this before, and while the overwhelming feeling of resistance in the back of your throat was disturbing at first, the sound of the primal grunting of Greg was more than enough to encourage you to give in.

That is, if the absolute gushing reaction to the forceful movement wasn't enough of an encouragement.

Soon, you find a rythm with the movement, instinct taking over after a momentary hesitation. The clutching at the back of your hair is enough guidance to follow his every urge and need.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Alex being coaxed into going through the motions that you had just experienced. It seemed Sasha was in need of relief herself, and her goading was enough to entice Alex to jump in face first, fervently.

You don't really have enough of a chance to pay attention to this, however. Quickly, the room fades into the sounds of Greg's guttural reaction, with the mantra of "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" from Sasha in the background, permeated by insistent, masculine tones.

Soon, you can feel the prodding motions of Greg's movements calm, allowing you too hear Sasha suddenly scream out in orgasm behind you. With a sudden pull, Greg pulls you off of his cock, and leans in, nibbling on your neck, and sending a shiver down your spine with the sudden softness of his touch.

"Alex." Greg suddenly pipes up, leading you too look over your shoulder, your face quietly nuzzling into Greg's.