Lots

Gentle sunlight shone through the windows, where Harry hadn't shut the curtains; his eyes usually adjusted to this level of brightness in only a few moments. But he felt something else today. Feeling a familiar warmth spreading through his body, remembering the night before, and smiled to himself. Things had gotten crazy, but it was better than he'd ever imagined it would be.

He sat up, wondering where Lottie was, and then checked the time on his phone: four-fifteen. He heard a distant noise coming from down the hall; was someone taking a shower at this hour?

Harry yawned and slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes before standing and stumbling to the dresser to pull out a pair of faded joggers and an old t-shirt. He shuffled down the hallway, his feet dragging against the carpet with each step. As he approached the spare bedroom door, he could hear the faint sound of water running in the shower and barely muffled moans.

He paused for a moment, unable to comprehend what he was hearing. The thought that hit him straight away was of Lottie and Adam carrying on what they had started the night before, and it sent blood to his cock, Hardening straight away.

Opening the door to the spare bedroom gently, he saw the remains of what his imagination had led him to. The bed was a mess, Lottie's hoodie, sweatpants and thong thrown across the floor, Adams in the mix. The moans broke his gaze from the floor, Lottie grunting,

"YES"

"YES"

"YES"

"HARDER"

Harry's eyes went to the bed, his hands to his joggers, pulling his cock out. The bed was a mess, freshly ruined, he thought. He edged closer to the door, listening to every sound drinking it in as he stroked his cock.

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Lottie was trapped against the shower door, her pleasurable cries muffled by the hiss of the water. Adam pounded into her from behind with a frenzied passion, driving his cock repeatedly in and out of her quivering body as she writhed in pleasure.

"Sorry, Harry," he groaned savagely through gritted teeth, "but this pussy is too good!" His fingers dug deep into her hips as he unleashed waves of pleasure with each thrust.

"Don't say his name," Lottie begged desperately between gasps, "Just keep fucking me, Adam - fuck me like it's the last time!"

Adam's face twisted in a wicked grin as he growled, "It won't be," She gasped and shuddered in pleasure as his fingers tangled in her hair and pulled it back, exposing her neck.

Before she could protest, his lips were on her skin, hot and demanding. She shuddered and managed to get out, "What makes you so sure it won't?" between gasps for air as he thrust into her again.

"Because you'll never want to stop fucking me," he muttered into her neck before turning and pinning her against the cold shower tiles, "Now that you've had a taste, there's no going back. You know it, I know it. Every inch of each other...I promise you won't regret it. We can go deeper this time if you want... I'll show you."

Lottie could only moan in agreement as she felt him grow harder inside her. She clung onto his shoulders as he slammed into her repeatedly with every ounce of strength he had left until they both came tumbling down together in an exhausted heap on the bathroom floor.