You went to a pool party at your friend Luke's house with your boyfriend Ashton.
You decided to get in the pool while Ashton talked to the mates.
You swam for five or so minutes, talking to some kids from school.
Then you felt hands grab your butt.
You squealed and turned to see Ashton with a devious grin.
"What the hell ash? I thought you weren't swimming." you said as you lightly pushed him back.
"Boys were looking at you, you looked lonely. I didn't want them to keep you company." he said before smashing your lips together.
You threw your arms around his neck and wrapped your legs around your waste.
You could feel Ashton getting hard but realized other people were in the pool.
"Ashton." You said about to separate yourselves.
"The best kind of fuck is when you shouldn't be fucking." Ashton's deep voice sent shivers down your spine, turning you on.
You nodded in agreement and he pull his swim shorts down, just enough to get his member out and slid your bikini bottoms to the side.
He thrust into you, and you bit your lip, hard, trying to hold in the moan.
He continued to thrust, being careful to not draw much attention and you held onto his biceps like your life depended on it.
"Babe I'm almost..." You started before you heard Michaels voice.
"Ashton! Y/N! Please tell me you aren't fucking!" Michael yelled from across the pool and Ashton quickly pulled out and pulled his trunks up.
"I wish Y/N was that freaky!" Ashton yelled, trying to cover up your earlier events.
"True." Calum said.
You smiled, they bought it.
"This isn't over babe." Whispered Ashton before climbing out if the pool.
Suddenly you had an urge to hurry home and chased after your cheeky boyfriend.
