Hugh paused, and I could see his mind working behind his eyes. Had he just heard Coren right? He looked me up and down, but my own eyes settled on his crotch.
His cock was already half-erect. Already glistening with Amelia’s spittle. Thoughts tumbled in my mind. Was I really going to do this? With an audience as well? What if he came in my mouth? The thought was at once exhilarating and nerve wracking. What would it taste like? What would it feel like in my mouth? Running down my throat?
“Chop chop,” Coren said, and I could hear the amusement in his voice. “This one is getting restless.”
He grabbed my cock firmly in his fist and slid the skin over the hardness beneath. It was painful. It was wonderful. I cried out and gasped and almost lost consciousness, my eyes drifting closed of their own accord as the heat of the water had me falling.
When I felt Coren’s teeth score the skin of my shoulder, I jerked awake fast. And there, right in front of me, was Hugh.
His gaze wandered over my face before he met my eyes square. “You don’t have to–”
“I–ahhhh–” Coren’s hand slid between my buttocks, a finger putting pressure on my anus. For a moment, I lost my train of thought, lost track of everything except the sensation as I rubbed myself against my friend. Up, and down, and up, and down, his fingertip just stimulating the nerve endings. “Fuck,” I moaned, and noticed a look of insecurity pass over Hugh’s face.
Hugh had never struck me as the nervous type. He was sporty, popular, easy going. But my heart almost broke when his face fell, when I sensed a change in energy, what you might call ‘third-wheel-syndrome’. He didn’t know if he should be there, if maybe he was surplus to requirements.
Nothing could have been further from the truth.
I licked my lips, then gently bent at the knees and lowered myself in front of him. Coren’s hand trailed up from my ass, into the small of my back, then along to my shoulder blades as I crouched, then as I brought my head in line with Hugh’s quivering dick, I gulped and savoured the moment.
Placing my hands gently on his thighs, I used my thumbs to massage his soft muscles. He wasn’t as solid as Coren, but there was strength beneath the skin. Pulling it apart flattened the skin at his pelvis, pulling his ball sack tight and making his cock look longer, more enticing even than it had been. Trimmed pubic hair had been shaped in a gentle arch above his shaft, and I stroked my thumbs through it.
When I took him into my mouth, I heard the roar escape his lips, only for it to be cut off quickly by what I could only assume was Coren’s mouth.
(Read Part 9 of Caught)
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