My phone alarm goes off way too early and way too loud. Niall groans slightly and squeezes his arms around me. I hope he doesn’t freak that I spent the night. He presses a soft kiss upon my cheek, and my worries dissipate. Niall lets out one big sigh in my ear, before releasing his grasp on my abdomen.
“What time is it?” Niall asks as he rolls onto his back. I am blinded by the bright light on my phone to see it reads 7:20 and he sees the screen as well.
“Why are we up so early?” He questions me again.
“Well if I was home, I would be in the shower to get ready for the day.” I explain and turn away from the brick wall.
“Well then let’s shower and get ready for the day” Niall says sitting up from his bed.
“I don’t have a towel or clothes” I remind him.
Niall jumps off the bed and pats over to his closet door. He retrieves to towels, striped white and green.
“Here borrow one of mine” He says with an innocent smile and tosses the striped towel at my face. I grab it and get off the bed. Zayn is slightly snoring in the bed next to us when we exit into the hallway. At 7 in the morning I thought this long white brick hallway would be filled with chaos and cramming, but no one is up. We head down to the restrooms, which are luckily separated by sex. I go to walk in the bathroom with the blue girl symbol hanging on the wooden door, but am stopped when a gentle hand reaches out and grabs my elbow.
“I said ‘Let’s shower’” Niall says with a smile and I follow him in awe. He can be the most innocent, yet dirty individual at the same time. We enter the boys bathroom, where it is dead empty and he goes all the way to the last shower and he pulls back the ugly plain white curtain. I get in and he follows. The shower is big enough for us to undress at the same time, but just as Niall pulls his shirt off I am distracted and forget how to even pull down my pants. He notices my gaze from his chest hair down to his happy trail.
“Let me help you with those Charlotte” Niall glides his hand to the band of my pants and tugs them down, slowly. Something is already stirring in me, he is sweetly taking my pants off and I just want to mal him like a tiger. I steady my hand on his shoulder and step out of my pants. He then trails his hands up my legs, raising goose bumps and tugs at my shirt. I put my hands above my head and hear his breath getting heavier as he lifts the shirt over my bust. This slow undressing is having me undone already. I am standing in the shower, dumbfounded in my bra and underwear. Niall moves his hands to his pants and his clear blue gaze doesn’t leave my hazel eyes. He steps out of his pants and lays everything out of the shower. The water hasn’t even come on yet, and I am soaking wet with desire, excitement, and lustful want. Niall steps towards me and his smiling mouth darts to my neck and sucks lightly, I tilt my head back to allow him easier access to this spot of arousal and I let out a small moan. Niall traces his fingers just below the underwire of my bra and up to my shoulders; I am covered in Goosebumps, he slowly slides my bra straps off my shoulders and I can’t control myself any more. I unsnap my bra, throw it over the shower curtain and pull his Calvin Klein boxers down, exposing his aroused member. Niall face is in shock, but he is quick to take action. He pulls my lace thong down from my hips and turns the water to a scorching heat, the shower fills with steam and Niall’s blonde hair is wet under the stream of the water. I lock my lips in his and my face is wet from the stream of water I have just entered. I grab onto Niall’s wet hair and pull slightly. His tongue and mine entwined, make for more steam than this shower. I free one of my hands from his hair and trickle it down to his groin and begin to slowly work my hand up and down his hard dick. He shudders, his eyes roll underneath the water of the shower and “Char” escapes form his lips. I take that as a cue to go faster with my hand and I latch my lips to his neck. Niall balances himself by pressing his hands to the shower walls and he stares down at my hand on him. I look up at him and flash a wicked grin. Once he sees that grin, I feel a warm liquid on my leg that the shower water hasn’t reached yet. Niall places a kiss on my forehead and switches spots with me in the shower so the stream is on my hair and I can rinse his ejaculatory substance off my leg.
