Chapter 430

Rolling out of bed, you groaned a little as you sat up and blinked, then grinned as Gemma reached over and took your hand.

“It’s too early,” she groaned.

“Not if I’m going to make you breakfast, love,” you said, leaning back over and kissing the corner of her lips. She hadn’t even opened her eyes yet.

“Fiiine,” she groaned softly. “Set my alarm for five more minutes.”

You smirked a little and did that for her, kissing her fingers before letting go of her hand. Then you got up and stretched, feeling your shoulders and neck ache a little. Last night had been ... energetic.

Finding a pair of your shorts, you slipped them on without bothering with underwear and headed out and across the hall from Gemma’s room to the washroom. It had been a calculated risk, coming back to Gemma’s after the night of bowling with Becca and Charlotte. Sabrina didn’t have any fresh outfits left at Gemma’s and had needed to make a call home that evening anyway, so she’d gone back to her place solo while you, Gemma, Becca and Charlotte had flirted your way back to theirs.

The bathroom was unoccupied so you relieved yourself quickly and then splashed some water on your face. You and Gemma had showered after the sex last night, so you weren’t feeling gross, but the cold water still helped wake you up a bit more. From there you washed your hands and then headed towards the kitchen to start looking to make breakfast, but when you got there you found Becca already started, a frying pan on the stovetop and a carton of eggs out.

“Morning,” you said with a smirk as you walked in.

She glanced back over her shoulder at you and smirked right back. She was wearing panties and an apron and that was it. The look of her bare back was sexy, and her nicely toned legs and ass looked very grabbable.

“Morning, stud,” she said. “Sounds like you put in the good work last night.”

“Sounded like you were doing the same,” you said with a grin. “What was it you were calling Charlotte last night? Love-slave?”

Becca snorted and shook her head as she turned back to the first round of scrambled eggs she was frying. “Yeah, she was in a pretty subby mood last night after all the flirting. But then, you were calling Gemma your ‘anal queen’ so that isn’t much better.”

“To be fair,” you said. “I only had a couple of fingers in there.”

“Good to know,” Becca laughed.

You’d waited long enough, joking and chatting, ignoring what you wanted to do. So you got closer to her, easing up right behind her and softly running the fingertips of both your hands from the back of her bare thighs and up her panty-clad ass, then up her sides. She groaned, leaning back against you, and you took the invitation to slide your hands behind her apron and grab her tits. That just made her groan again as she breathed deeply, pressing them up at your hands.

“Naughty boy,” she sighed out.

“Shush,” you said softly, right next to her ear before kissing it. “You knew exactly what you were doing, dressing like this.”

“I did,” she smirked. “You were flirting with me all fucking night last night but didn’t grope me once.”

“It felt wrong to do right in front of Charlotte,” you said. “Whether you were OK with it or not. I’m not looking to blow her up.” You had found Becca’s nipples and were rolling them between your fingers, tugging on them lightly.

“That’s fair,” Becca groaned. “The flirting definitely got her in the mood, but I’m not sure you grabbing my tits in the middle of a bowling alley would have helped with that.”