#5soslore

I said nothing when he turned the corner at the set of weights he had been focused on in the corner for the last hour.

Sure, it’s great having the perk of having your boyfriend as your personal trainer. 

Especially for what comes after the workout. 

I followed Calum behind the sheer curtain separating the showers from the rest of the room. 

His hands went from resting on my arms to both of my cheeks, running his thumb along the line of my jaw. 

Neither of us had to speak to know what we both wanted. 

“Come here.”

I closed the gap between us, and there wasn’t a question about what I wanted to do.  

I needed him. My entire body was aching. I entertained those thoughts while my lips found his neck.

He moaned softly and angled his face with mine, pulling my tank top down my arms. His fingers forced down my white sports bra, exposing most of my skin to the cold air.

I fumbled with the band of his basketball shorts, my tongue lingering on his bottom lip.

Our lips came together again, his tongue exploring my mouth as I fingered the band of his boxers. His breath was a mixture of heat and mint. 

I couldn't get enough of it. He plucked the rest of my clothing away, leading me towards the shower. 

 "What are you getting at?“

 He slowly shrugged, grinning.

I stepped in the small white cubicle before him and enjoyed the hot water rushing down my bare body.

Calum steeped in not a moment too soon, his hands caressing my breasts, lightly pinching my nipples. 

I moaned into his kiss, running my fingers along his shaft.  His hands traveled further down and I pressed myself into him, wanting to feel every touch he would give.

A few minutes later we were both moaning consistently, the game of teasing increased unbelievable heights.

"I’m going to make you feel this.”

I could feel him against me.

The warmth was overwhelming. 

I could barely keep back from screaming his name the second he pushed into me. 

My back was arched against the wall, with Calum’s lips pressed against my neck.

“Fucking hell, baby.”

The scolding hot water mixed with my nails as they gripped into Calum’s back.

His hair was soaked under the showerhead, with streams of water trailing from the ends of his hair down to his chest.

My legs were wrapped around his waist--with his hands supporting my hips as his thrusts became more and more intense.

This was how most of our workout sessions ended.

It was the opposite of a cool down.

Our mutual desire for each other had only carried over into the showers, where he usually gave everything he had that he had been thinking of the hour before.

He turned the heat of the water up and propped me up, our bodies still slick with water.  I blinked and my back was pressed against the floor of the shower. I was now lying under him. 

I could feel his hard length at my opening. He ran his tip up and down my slit, earning my deepest sighs before he re-entered my sex. 

“Just fuck me.” 

He pushed himself into me, holding my hips as he pounded fast and deep.  I gripped his damp hair when he reached down to rub my throbbing clit, still sore from the activity in the shower. 

He was too good.

I rocked my body up to his. I could feel my climax creeping on. I wanted to hold on as long as I could.  

"Calum…“

I breathed his name and I lost it, burying my face in his shoulder as he thrusted through both of our highs.

He held my hips as he rode out his orgasm, moaning into my neck as I clenched around him.

With my heart screaming I collapsed next to him and stared at the ceiling.

 He turned to me, looking like he was about to say something.

"How are you so perfect every time?”

My fingers traced the mass of permanent markings on his skin, only looking at him when I felt I had to.

“Just comes to me naturally I guess.” 

He leaned forward and kissed me gently, completely unexpected.  

He seemed softer, not as hard as he always was.

I could tell that he had thoroughly enjoyed our time in the shower as much as I did. 

He had that glassy look in his eyes like he wanted to do even more, and I had a feeling that we would be in there all night. 

Ashton was always portrayed as the natural leader.

He was the guy with all the right things to say--the man with an idealized plan for the game at hand.

But that certainly didn't seem like the case when he was blindfolded under me, his lips agape with the anticipation of what was to come. 

It was like any other night where he had asked for things to be a little different. 

Of course I obliged, with every intention of making sure that he would be wrecked.

“Are you going to touch me babe?”

Ashton had gotten to the point that he thought I was just flat out torturing him by straddling him--barely hovering at a lower altitude to reach his skin. 

“Yes. I just don’t want you to expect it.”

I trailed a finger down his chest the moment I finished my sentence. 

His breath suddenly hitched.

My tongue traced around the outline of his lips--my hand placed around his cloth-covered shaft as I started to rub. 

He was moaning before I could even really start, his back arching to the presence of very clear desire.

My hips were added into the mix with teasing prior. I grinded my body into his with a desirable force, his cock hardening into my movements as I kissed him with everything I had. 

It surprised me how much he was enjoying it. 

He was usually all about getting down to business and not really savoring the event of foreplay. 

But with the sight of him trying not to come just from not being able to touch me or himself was all I needed to ignite my already aroused state. 

“Please--fuck. I need you baby.”

Ashton was trying not to touch himself with everything that he had--his hands splayed out on either side of the sheets while gripping them.

He was almost whining when I pulled his boxers down, letting the cold air hit his shaft before I took him in my hands. 

I knew that he had a weak spot for the way that I handled him. 

I ran the tip of my finger along the underside of his cock while my thumb rubbed the pre-come into his head. 

Jerking him off, I tried to get him as worked up as possible. 

He was such a beautiful sight coming undone from just the beginning.

I could barely wait for what else would come from the night.