Another rogue thought strays your course.

It would be so easy to give into this... and, in a way, that scares you.

You feel Alex's hands reach for yours, slowly snaking their way around your wrists. You look toward him, and you can see him looking, practically begging, for permission. You can feel the hot seed of Greg running down your cheeks, and that does spurn you onto continue pleasuring Alex, a man who had done so much for you and made you discover just how much you could enjoy such a form... a true friend.

Or more? You're not sure.

But that rogue thought of giving in is interrupted by another, separate thought. Your eyes turn from Alex at the sound of Greg moving. "Sasha, turn over." You hear Greg say, more in an asking manner than a commanding one... and yet, when you search Sasha's features... it's obvious her attention is drawn away from Greg.

No, her hazel eyes are affixed on you. Curious, and obviously taking in your sweating, near-secondary orgasm features... but there was a hint of fear in those eyes that you didn't expect, and it kept you back from reaching that climax.

"I'm... I'm gonna...!" You hear Alex begin, and your mind is immediately drawn back to the scenario you're in. With one last, momentary head movement between Alex and Sasha, you make a decision.

Pulling off of Alex, you immediatly move your hand down to finish him. In your haste, much of it catches on him and his couch, however you almost feel bad for the way it ended. You move down and let the rest catch on your face, and while this action is largely one of apology, it still feels so incredibly right to be covered in that way.

"Fuck..." Alex breathes, his eyes affixed to you. One hand runs down your cheek, and you take a taste, and watch a bit more escape. In his moment of ecstasy his eyes roll back and he closes them for a moment, exhausted.

Breathing in, you slowly turn your head back towards Sasha. Greg is lining himself to enter her from behind, however her eyes are still fixed on yours. 'You didn't cum.' She mouths in your direction, no sound escaping her.

Then, insistently, she pokes at the cushions of the couch as Greg enters her.