He raised an eyebrow at me in question, but Greg answered for us.
“What, does our being together upset you, Jack?” Greg lifted me and changed the direction I was sitting on him so that my legs were draped over to the side of us and I was turned to the side, sitting in his lap. His cock had only come out for a second while he moved me and then righted himself back inside of me when he set me down again.
“Not at all.” He raised his bottle to us and took another swig.
“I quite like you two not bickering.” Delilah did a little giggle and then went back to texting on her phone. I changed the subject from Greg and me.
“Who are you talking to, Delilah?”
Her head shot up and she pulled her phone close to her chest, trying to hide what was on it. “What?” She looked back down at the screen, smiled, and then looked back up at me with an alarmed face. She hadn’t realized I could read every emotion on her face right now. “Nothing, just messaging someone I went to school with.”
She shot off another message and then tucked the phone into her pocket. I wasn’t sure if the guys could hear, but the phone kept buzzing in there and, with each buzz, the look on Delilah’s face became more and more red.
I felt a hand creep up my leg and I tried to push my thighs together, but Greg used his hand to hold them apart. His fingers made their way up my thigh to the base of his cock and collected the moisture that was growing between us. He used his fingers to play with my clit and Jack chose at that moment to decide to ask me a question.
“So, how’s this one been treating you?”
“What do you mean?” My voice was high pitched and I was clearly affected by Greg’s fingers. I cleared my voice and asked the question again. “What do you mean?”
There, my voice sounded normal now, but I didn’t know for how long. Greg’s fingers became more frantic. Luckily the blanket covering us was tented on my knees, so you couldn’t see any movement happening under the blanket.
“I hear everything from this guy,” Jack used his bottle to point to Greg. Greg stuck his tongue out at Jack. These two were like freaking children. “But I want to hear it from you this time. He has a way of bending the truth.”
“Oh, trust me, I know he does.” Greg pinched my clit at the comment and I bit down on my cheek to try not to release the moan that was on the tip of my lips. “He treats me perfectly, well, as perfectly as he can. We’ve had communication issues and misunderstandings, but it’s been a little on both our parts.”
Greg’s hand stopped and I looked back at him.
“No one’s perfect.” I placed a hand on Greg’s cheek and rubbed over his scruff. “The way Greg treats me, it makes me feel like we could be perfect, because the best kind of perfect is the imperfect. Because through each argument, missed text or phone call, any of it, we learn more about us and what we need to do to make this work. We are learning from our mistakes and that’s all I think I could have ever asked for when it comes to a relationship.”
Greg’s hand returned to its position and his fingers started to work me more into a frenzy. I took my eyes away from him and turned back to Jack, who had the biggest smile on his face.
“I approve of that answer.” He took the last swig from his bottle and popped up. “I think I’m going to turn in now.”
I watched him kick Delilah in the foot. She had caved and pulled out her phone again and was texting up a storm.
“What?!” Her question was loud. I had never seen Delilah yell at anyone. She looked up to Jack and her face changed instantly. Her features turned from stone to feathers and the apologies flooded out. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to say that. It’s just been a long day.”
She hunched forward, still holding the phone close to her chest.
“I’m headed to bed, you should be, too, little bear.” I couldn’t tell if I had seen it right, but she winced at the nickname that Jack and Greg always called her.
“Yeah,” Delilah stood up and waved goodbye to Greg and me. “Bed sounds good.”
She made her way in without waiting for Jack, who turned around to make one last comment before going inside.
“And the next time you two decide to do some hanky-panky with me in the room, I won’t be so forgiving.” I snickered as Jack walked into the house and, once the door shut behind him, I couldn’t control my laughter anymore. I smacked Greg on the chest but he just devoured my laugh with a kiss.
He lifted me up from his lap and stood up with me still in his arms. I moved to wrap my legs around his waist and sunk back down onto his cock. We made sure to wrap the blanket around us as Greg made way into the house. Only the kitchen light was left on and he made a beeline for the stairs.
With each step I was moved up and down on Greg’s cock and when we reached the top I let out the moan I had been keeping in. He moved us to the bed and slowly laid me down on my back, so that he wouldn’t have to pull out. We didn’t stop, we didn’t talk, Greg just shoved himself in and out of me and I took it. I almost let out another moan, but Greg caught me this time and wrapped his hand around my face, covering my mouth.
“You have to be quiet, doll.” He shoved his cock in, to the hilt and I let out a scream into his hand. “Clearly you can’t do that.”
He pulled all the way out and I reached for his shirt in protest of him leaving me, but he shoved right back in. My back arched off the bed and I let out another noise, grateful that Greg had kept his hand there to shut me up.
“Don’t worry.” Greg leaned down and started to rut me from on top, using his knees to spread my thighs wider. “I’ll keep you quiet.”
I moaned into his hand again.
