Jack's words actually got a grunt out of Greg as he shifted again, face contorting as he gave another squeeze to hold himself off. "Oh, fuck yes, Jack... and I would beg for you, if you could be that patient... make me wait, keep me on edge, and I'd say whatever you wanted, I'd be putty under your hands. The question is, would you wait to hear it, or would you give me what I wanted, so you could get what you want? Because I would give in either way, baby- thrusting into that hot mouth of yours until I spent myself down your throat, in your mouth... or would you rather I came on your face, on your chest, and then gave me my chance to lick you clean? You would still get to taste me, of course, but I'd get to see you all debauched first."