Always on My Mind

Imagine Niall walking in on you finishing up a workout. You’re on the floor do the last couple of sets of floor bridges. Not the most innocent looking exercise, considering you are thrusting your hips at the ceiling over and over again in slow deliberate movements.

Niall would walk in and you wouldn’t see him, but he would definitely see you. He’d lean against the wall and watch you, growing harder and harder the longer he stared.

He’d snap after holding off for as long as he could. He’d stalk up to you and stopping right at
your feet. He’d stand over you, staring down at you. The look on his face that just screams that he’s about to fuck your brains out.

You’d be drenched in seconds.

He’d take you right there on the floor. His own pants gone in seconds. He’d rip your shorts down your legs, tossing them over his shoulder. Spread your thighs apart with strong grabby hands.

“Jesus, babe, you’re already drenched…”

“Well, what do you expect when you look at me like that?!”

Then he’d slam home with a deep, drawn out grown, shooting off like a bullet, hard and fast.
He’d yank down your sports bra so he could lick the sweat from the valley between your breasts

All the dirty talk would come out.

“Fuck. I love yer tits. I wanna come all over ‘em.”

Your legs would wrap around his hips. Hands gripping his biceps while he slams into you. Gasping into ear.

“Ya feel so fuckin’ hot ‘round me, fuck, yer so sexy.”

His voice would have you clenching around him. His hips would stutter, but then he’d be thrusting harder and grinding out.

“Fuuck, I love t’e way ya hug me cock. Do it again.”

And you flex around him, squeezing as hard as you could and he’d groan into your neck.

“Jesus…babe…fuck..I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.”

You’d dig your hands into his ass holding him into you as you squeeze again. Because you want him to lose control. You want to make him come. It doesn’t even matter if you do or not right now.

He’d shudder against you, and his cock would twitch inside you while he curses into your hair.
You’d keep flexing, milking his orgasm out of him. He’d quake in your arms as he came down.

Then he’d rip himself out of your arms and shove his face between your legs. He wouldn’t be gentle. He’d just attach his mouth to your clit and suck. Your thighs would clamp down on his head and your body would curl in on itself. It wouldn’t take much to send you over the edge, just a glance up at your face with that fucking eyebrow quirked and suddenly your screaming and he’s grinning into you, licking a mixture of his and your own cum from your body.

Then he’d sit back on his heels and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, a stupid cocky smile on his face. He’d slap your hip like a coach.

“Good workout, babe.”

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