The thunder grew louder and a sharp bolt of lightning flashed outside of your small apartment window. You sighed as you turned the pages of your favourite book, waiting for your boyfriend Harry to come home. He had been out the entire day, and your plans were cancelled because of the storm. You had no cell phone signal, so you couldn't call Harry to ask why he was nearly an hour late. You pushed down your worry as you shut your book and put on the weather channel on your small kitchen TV.
"-one of the biggest storms to hit since 2005! We advise you to stay inside, and avoid the roads. Most flights leaving the city for the next couple days have been cancelled, so sit tight and stay informed and safe." The weather lady said with a toothy smile as she moved her hand around the green screen map behind her, showing the storms movement. You pulled your sweater tightly around you and switched the channel dejectedly. You stared blankly at the reality show as you tried to pass the time until Harry was home. Another 15 minutes passed, and you felt defeated and helpless. You went to go change into your pyjamas, and discovered that all you had clean were tank tops and shorts. You put them on hurriedly, and jumped into bed to avoid the cold air that filled your room. You stared up at the ceiling for a couple minutes, until you heard your front door swing open. You flung your heavy duvet onto the floor and ran to greet your boyfriend. A weary grin spread over Harry's face when he saw you. He was covered in mud and sopping wet from head to toe, but you hugged him anyway.
"Oh my god Harry what happened?" You asked concerned, as you pulled away from the hug and wiped your now muddy and wet hands on your legs.
"The car couldn't come and get us because all the roads were blocked off; so Niall, Zayn and I tried to take a cab back, but the guy would only take us a couple blocks. Then we tried a city bus, but that couldn't take us very far either, so I walked home." He smiled as you wiped a glob of mud off of his face.
"Thats awful! But how did you get so muddy?" You responded, confused.
"Oh, a couple cars splashed me on the walk here." He shrugged.
"Nothing a shower can't fix, right?" You asked playfully, brushing your hair out of your face with the back of your hand. A look of understanding washed over Harry's face, and he picked your now muddy and freezing body up, bridal style. You squealed as he carried you to the bathroom the two of you shared. Harry wasted no time stripping of his soiled clothes and jumping into the shower.
"You coming in Caitlyn?" He smirked through the glass walls of your shower, running his large, shampoo-covered hands through his dirty hair. You shivered as the cool air hit your skin when you pulled off your tank top and bra.
"It's a lot warmer in here…" Harry teased. You rolled your eyes and pulled down your shorts and underwear as Harry licked his lips, eyeing you up and down. You smiled coyly as you walked over to the shower slowly, opening the door, and inhaled sharply as the hot water washed over your body. Keeping turned away from Harry, you reached down to pick up your shampoo bottle, when you felt his large hand smack your bum lightly and then cup it firmly immediately after with the same hand. You yelped and reached behind you to swat his hand off, but you accidentally grazed his hard length.
You turned around with flushed cheeks and mumbled "Sorry Harry..." awkwardly.
"For what?" He chuckled deeply.
"Oh shut up!" You exclaimed as you splashed water in his face and went on washing your hair. When you were done with that, you reached to grab your body wash on the top shelf built into the shower wall, when you felt Harry reach from behind you and pick it up for you. When you tried to take it from him, he looked at you incredulously.
"What do you say after I got your body wash for you?" He mocked.
"Thank you Harry!" You played along. You expected him to hand it over to you, but instead he poured a generous amount into his hands and lathered it up between them.
"Don't go using it all up now Harry!" You warned.
"Turn around Caitlyn." He said sternly. You obliged immediately. His warm body pressed up against you from behind, and his toned arms encircled you. His soapy hands massaged around your hips and bum, and then moved up to your shoulders. A small moan escaped you as you relaxed into his comforting touch. He moved his massage from your shoulders to your tender breasts, rolling your nipples in between his fingers. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second, and felt Harry growing harder against your backside as well. You writhed under his hands while he made your breasts even more sensitive. You reached behind your head and gripped Harry's curls as he sucked on your neck torturously. You moaned loudly as one of his hands left your chest to smack your behind, and then massage it in sync with his other hand. He had you pressed into the shower wall, when his hand that was still on your breast left and reappeared at your entrance. You gasped as he dipped a finger in between your folds to test your wetness. You were soaking for him. His other hand moved from your ass to tease your clit, his plump lips still kissing along your neck. He wrapped one of his legs around one of yours to keep you pressed against him and also to keep your legs open for him. One of your hands was bracing you against the wall, and the other reached back and stroked Harry's erect member. He let out a low growl as you moved your hand up and down him, which prompted him to work his hands harder and faster. His fingers on one hand massaged your throbbing clit, and his other hand, instead of teasing your core on the outside, two of his long fingers pushed into your wetness easily, making you cry out in pleasure. The two of you groaned with each other, and you strained your neck to turn around and kiss him hungrily. As your lips made contact, Harry slipped another finger into you. You sobbed into his mouth as he stretched you and curled all three of his fingers inside of you.
"Harry oh my god..." You moaned as he turned you around to face him, keeping his fingers inside you as he forced you to step over his arm shakily.
"Are you close Caitlyn?" Harry breathed heavily into your ear.
"Yes..." You whimpered as his fingers moved in and out of you rapidly, but suddenly they were no longer there. You cried out at the absence you felt as you clenched your legs together. Harry tugged you over to the bench on the other side of your shower and he told you to sit down and spread your legs. You obeyed him gladly, but when Harry just stood there stroking himself and admiring you, you filled with need. You reached your hand down to give yourself some relief, but Harry stopped you immediately by grabbing your wrists.
"I want to be the one to make you feel good Caitlyn, can I do that for you?" He panted slightly as he stared into your eyes. You nodded your head, whimpering as he let go of you. He stood there for another minute or so, his erection growing as he stared at you hungrily.
"Oh for gods sakes, I need you now Harry!!" You whined.
"What do you need me to do?" He asked innocently as he walked slowly towards you.
"Come on Harry..." You pleaded as he stopped a foot in front of you. He replied with feigned confusion on his face.
"Harry I need you to fuck me right now!!" You gave in. As soon as you said the last word, Harry slammed into you and you screamed. He moved in and out of you roughly, lifting you up to push you against the wall underneath the warm stream of water. You could feel him throbbing inside of you. You started slipping, so Harry pulled your legs up around his torso. With the shift in position, Harry almost immediately hit your sweet spot, and you wailed in pleasure as he repeatedly thrust into it.
You kept saying his name over and over until it became a constant wordless moan.
"Harry I'm..." You gasped as his hand reached between the two of you to rub your clit. With Harry kissing you desperately, his dick hitting the perfect spot every single time, and his hand rubbing your clit just the right way, your orgasm took over your whole body, making you shake with pleasure, your eyes rolling back into your head. Your nails raked down Harry's back, and you hung onto him for dear life as your orgasm continued on mercilessly.
"Fuck Caitlyn!" Harry shouted as you clenched around him. He pulled out quickly and helped you down onto your knees. He spilled into your mouth almost instantly after you took him in. He stroked your wet hair as you swallowed immediately, trying to get it down as fast as possible, because you knew that Harry loved it when you swallowed. You sat down and leaned against the steamy glass of the shower, exhausted. Harry turned the shower off, sat down awkwardly next to you and wrapped his arm around you. You rested your head on his slick shoulder and breathed shakily.
"Was I too rough?" Harry asked gently.
"Harry, that was amazing. Thank you so much babe." You kissed his cheek. "I'm just a little tired, you really wore me out!" You giggled as Harry laughed and ran his fingers through his drying hair.
"I love you so much Caitlyn, you are fantastic. Thanks for waiting for me." Harry pulled you closer to him. You sat like that for a while, Harry playing with your hair, you trying to calm down and breathe normally. Soon after you both stood up and towel dried off and changed into pyjamas. As you were lying in bed together listening to the thunder, a thought crossed your mind.
"Is it bad that I'm kind of glad you got covered in mud so you had to shower with me?" you giggled. Harry laughed.
"No, I'm glad too." He smiled at you "I love you so much." Harry murmured.
"I love you too." You whispered as the two of you drifted off together.
He mutters under your jawline, pressing a light kiss to your skin. It's pitch black in front of you, and your hands search the thick duvet before finding Ashton, giggling.
"and that's my nose, babe."
"Well, it's dark and if you were cuddling me, I wouldn't have to search this gaping sea of cotton." You laugh and pull him closer to you, chilled fingertips finding his waist.
Ashton's throaty laugh vibrates from the top of your head, his arms encircling around you and and palms rub slow circles around the small of your back, forming patches of goosebumps.
