You were kissing the second the door of the bus closed, Calum blindly feeling his way to the back of the bus. He had gotten you pressed up against the full-length mirror, that with a push of a button would reveal the back room. You stepped closer to Calum as he pulled away, flipping the switch that opened the sliding door. He walked you into the back room, making sure the door closed behind him. Within seconds Calum was on the couch and you were straddling his lap.

You went straight for his jeans, getting a hand down the front of them once the button was undone. He let out a guttural moan, rocking his hips into your hand as you palmed his hardening cock.

“Wait. Wait. Wait,” he hummed between kisses, wanting to pull away and yet wanting to keep his lips attached to yours. “Want you to ride my thigh princess. Know you’ve always wanted to do that,” he said.

Heat pooled in your belly as you stood up, unbuttoning the shorts you were wearing and hooking your fingers in the band, sliding them off quickly. You reached for your panties when he stopped you once again.

“Keep those on,” he told you before spreading his legs a little wider and holding your hips as you lowered yourself onto his still clothed thigh. You placed one hand on his shoulder and the other on his chest, steadying yourself and planting your knees on either side of his thigh. “Move,” he encouraged, and you did, starting by slowly rocking your hips, dragging your clothed center over his jeans. You moaned at the new feelings, the rough denim a sharp contrast against the silk material of your underwear.

“Cal,” you whimpered, leaning forward so the drag hit your clit each time you rocked on him. He moved one hand from your hip, swiftly pulling his cock out of his jeans, and taking it in his fist, jerking in time to the way you rode his thigh.

You were soaking through your panties, a wet spot beginning to form on Calum’s thigh with each drag of your hips. “Fucking hell, baby girl,” he moaned and let go of his length. He held your hips tight to stop you for a second and you whined at the loss of friction.

“Calum!” you cried when his fingers brushed against your heat as he pulled your panties to the side. You wished those fingers were inside you right now but the feeling of them there was gone as quickly as it came. He held the material out of the way with one hand, moving your hips again with his other.

You took that as the moment to get your own hand around his cock, getting him off with your hand as you got yourself off on his thigh. He started bucking his hips into your hand, which made his thigh buck up against your soaking pussy. The new sensation had you right on the edge.

“Calum, I’m gonna cum!” you moaned.

“Cum baby.” Calum moved his hand from your hip to your clit, his fingers rubbing the sensitive bud until you tipped over the edge, literally riding out your orgasm on his thigh. Your hands stopped their movements on his cock even though you knew he was painfully hard and eager to cum too.

You came down from your high and quickly got on your knees in front of Calum when you realized he had yet to cum. You took his cock in your mouth, sucking around the tip at first before moving your lips down his entire length. You stopped when the head hit the back of your throat, taking what was left into your hand and stroking over that bit as you bobbed your head over what was in your mouth.

He came seconds later, grunting out a “fuck, princess, so good,” as he spilled down your throat, you easily swallowing his load and licking him clean until he pushed you away, far too sensitive.

You rose up on your knees as the both of you caught your breath. You giggled, noticing the wet spot on his jeans.

“That was hot,” he chuckled out upon noticing the wet spot too. “We are so doing that again.”

You nodded, grabbing your shorts from the floor and pulling out your phone from the back pocket. “Shit, Cal!” You said, quickly looking up at him. “You’re gonna be late.” You flipped the phone around showing him the time.

“I don’t think I care,” he smirked and stood up, grabbing your hand to help you up. “We gotta change,” he laughed, and you nodded, quickly ushering him out of the back room so you both could get to your suitcases.

Calum had just gotten a new pair of pants on when the boys came through the door. “Dude we gotta go. What the hell have you been doing?” Ashton asked, eyeing Calum as he took your hand and led you to the front of the bus.

“I couldn’t find my wallet,” he said. “I threw it on my bunk and it got wedged between the mattress and the wall,” he lied easily.

“Why’d you change?” Luke asked, noticing the new pair of jeans now that they were in the sun.

“I left my water bottle open and he went to kneel on my bed and it spilled all over,” you said quickly when Calum couldn’t come up with an answer. The three boys stared at you two, then shook their heads, choosing to ignore it than delve further into the question.