Coren’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip, his eyes boring into my own. “Now that’s interesting,” he said, a slight grin curling the side of his mouth. “I think somebody’s feeling playful.”
I felt my face go red. What the fuck? Instinctively, I pulled my hand away-
Coren’s fingers caught my wrist. “Uh-uh, no you don’t.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but no words would come out. He pushed my hand down, towards my own crotch, and I hardly resisted at all. “What are we doing?”
“Whatever you want to do.”
He winked, licking his lips, and then looked down pointedly. And I swear I couldn’t help it. I swear it was an involuntary spasm. My cock jerked upwards, and I let out a moan as a jolt of sensation buzzed through my brain.
When my palm brushed against the tip of my cock, I wanted to speak, wanted to tell him to stop. Instead I closed my eyes, cupped my hand over the head and swirled my palm over the hypersensitive skin, my back arching against the wall as my legs went weak.
“You like that?” Coren’s voice was a distant, half-heard murmur, but I nodded.
“Can I touch?”
God, that thought almost blew my mind, almost made me blow my load. I felt the blood rush to my crotch, engorging the head of my cock against my hand. I imagined Coren’s skin against mine, imagined him tentatively stroking a finger along the underside of my cock as I swirled my hand over the end.
Just the fact that he had asked so politely, despite everything that was happening…
I nodded my head, then tensed in anticipation.
When his fingers touched my balls, I lifted up on tip-toes, sound squeaking through my lips. Maybe I had no idea just how sensitive I would be to his touch, maybe I had expected him to go straight for my shaft. Whatever it was, the feeling of vulnerability just made me harder. He took one of my balls between his thumb and forefinger, gently squeezing, rolling it in his fingertips, and I bleated, barely able to catch my breath.
“How does it feel?”
I nodded, squirming under the hot water. “Good. Fuck, Coren, I’ve never-”
“Just relax and enjoy.”
He squeezed again. It was gentle, but just enough to put me on the edge of pain. Damn, it was unexpected. And oh my god, I would never have thought it could be so hot. His fingers trailed up the underside of my shaft, the back of his hand brushing against my own as I continued to swirl my palm over the head of my cock, then suddenly his voice was closer, his breath warm on my face as he spoke.
“Can I kiss you?”
I nodded. “I’d like that.”
The feeling of his lips against mine drowned out the whole world. They weren’t soft like a woman’s lips. They were harder, somehow, more intense. Still warm, but different. I relaxed into the kiss, my body dropping down from tip-toes as he stroked me, as I stroked myself. I was lost, enjoying everything, not knowing or caring what this all meant, only aware that it was fun, it was easy, there was no judgement between us-
“Well, this looks cosy!”
My eyes snapped open and I pulled away. My heart was still thundering, my cock was still engorged and ready. But my head suddenly felt light.
There, in the bathroom doorway, stood Hugh and Amelia. And they were both grinning like satisfied cats.
(Read Part 6 of Caught)
Written for Masturbation Monday Week 191. Head over there for more blogs, stories, articles, poetry and erotic photography. Particularly note this week’s prompt image – a very nice view of a cock all soaped up!