This is Part 9 of an ongoing story. If you haven’t read the rest of “Caught” I suggest you start with Caught Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 and Part 8.

Hugh’s cock tasted bitter with Amelia’s spit. It filled my mouth and I sucked gently, letting my tongue glide along the underside, feeling the ridges of veins that stood out along the shaft. His foreskin shifted back as he grew harder, larger, and I felt the head start to press at the back of my throat as I leaned in, taking as much as I could.

My lips moved over the soft skin, and as I gently sucked on him I used my hands to twist and squeeze the shaft, to cup his balls and roll them through my fingers.

Hugh’s high-pitched squeals and low moans drove me on, drove me to take more, to use my tongue to swirl around his cock, over the head, feeling the heat grow inside my mouth.

A smack of air as their kiss broke, Hugh’s gasped breath. “Fuck, I can’t-”

“Oh, we’ve only just started,” Coren said, letting out a low chortle. “You can hold out, Hugh, otherwise Amelia’s going to think she’s doing something wrong.”

“Jesus.”

I felt Hugh’s fingers twist into my hair, pulling my head forward over his shaft and holding me there, cock filling my mouth like a gag. For a moment, I thought I might choke, then I remembered to breathe through my nose, scents of sex and soap suds.

“Oh, God…” Amelia’s words were a reflex, a muttered interjection meant only for herself. I glanced across to see her leaning against the door frame, eyes fixed firmly on the three of us as her hand moved at her crotch.

When Hugh released his grip on my head, I gratefully moved back, letting his dick drop from my mouth and taking a deep, quivering breath as the hot water splashed against my back. But I wasn’t ready to give him a moment to recover. I wanted him riding the edge, unable to think clearly. I grabbed his red, throbbing cock in both hands, twisting the base as I stroked the head.

Slow. Stop. Fast.

He gasped and panted, bleated high squeaks and moaned long, low growls. He fell hard against the shower wall, his feet slipping against the floor, but stayed upright as I played with him. My own cock strained at full stretch, ready for any stimulation, but not ready for Coren’s next move.

I felt him crouch behind me, ticklish fingers trailing down the sides of my back as he leaned forward. Pressure at my ass felt like fingers, but I knew that his hands were clutching at my flesh, thumbs pressing hard into my hips, sending flashes of pure pleasure into my brain.

“Do you want me inside you?” His words were whispered directly into my ear. “Your choice, Ed, we can save it for next time.”

I gasped, losing my concentration. Next time. The confidence in his voice, knowing that this wouldn’t be the last time we enjoyed each other’s company like this… It was such a turn on. Involuntarily, I squeezed my pelvic muscles, immediately wishing I hadn’t as my orgasm threatened to fall over the edge.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped, squealing against the tide. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck…”

“Do you want it, Ed?”

I nodded, squeezing my eyes shut, forcing myself to relax as I anticipated this newest sensation.

(Read Part 10 of Caught)

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