A Little Deal | By : TheFairyWithBoots Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Led Zeppelin Views: 56 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Robert was holding her hand as they sat in the restaurant together with the rest of the band. It was a rare treat for them to all be eating out like this together since they usually had takeout or ordered room service to avoid being swarmed by papparazzi. She squeezed his hand, eating her salad as she heard Jimmy and Peter drone on about something in the background.
Robert's other hand wandered down past her thigh, causing her to look up at him. He looked ahead innocently, pretending to listen to what Jimmy and Peter were arguing about. She nearly dropped her fork when his hand reached her core. Robert shot her a warning glance. His innocent looks were deceiving. She knew that he would be merciless with her if she made a scene in front of his band mates and manager.
His skilled fingers gently massaged her bud through the thin fabric of her knickers. She kept her gaze intently on her salad, refusing to make eye contact with him or with anyone else at the table. She tried to keep her facial expression blank, but her clit flamed and throbbed as Robert rubbed circles on it.
She cleared her throat as quietly as she could before leaning in and murmuring just loud enough for him to hear: "Robert... there's people -"
"I don't care." he murmured back, his mouth so close to her ear, he could kiss it. She could hear the tone of lust in his voice like she had heard many times before when he was trying to coax her into his bed - and succeeded every time. "Let them watch."
She kept her gaze on her salad, occasionally shifting her gaze to the deep red wine in her glass, which she imagined was the same color as the passion she felt for the man sitting beside her. Every nerve in her body screamed for release as Robert's fingers manipulated her pulsing bud through her now soaked knickers, as she fought to keep her hips from grinding into his hand. She could feel him smirk without even having to look at him.
He had never done this to her in public before. He had touched her, kissed and worshipped every part of her body in the privacy of their home and in their hotel room while on tour. But he had never taken her with his bandmates just a few feet away. And certainly not at the dinner table.
She kept up the charade of keeping a straight face, occasionally taking a small bite of her salad or a small sip of her wine, with only a minimal bit of shaking in her hands. Robert's hands were so skilled, she could get used to feeling them in settings like this -
His fingers suddenly slipped inside her knickers, a Cheshire-like grin spreading across his gorgeous face when he found her so hot and wet down below.
She couldn't take it anymore. She knew that if she let him put his fingers in her, she would not be able to stop herself from writhing and moaning. Hell, she'd probably mount him right there at the dinner table in front of everyone, that's how little she trusted herself.
She cleared her throat, standing up so abruptly, she nearly knocked the table over. Jimmy and Peter's conversation stopped as everyone turned to look at her. She could feel her face burning and her clit throbbing - she could feel it physically pulsing through her skirt. Peter had an annoyed look on his face as he waited for her to explain why she felt the need to interrupt their conversation. Bonzo looked too drunk to care, and Jimmy’s current female companion was looking at her with narrowed eyes and a sly smirk on her face. Her face burned even brighter as she realized that she probably knew what was going on underneath the table. Jonesy seemed to know too, but he didn't look as amused. He simply rolled his eyes and looked away.
She glanced at Robert to see him nonchalantly sipping his wine.
She cleared her throat again. "Erm... Where's the lady's room?" she asked as politely as she could.
Jimmy pointed vaguely behind his shoulder before returning to his conversation with Peter. She left the table as quickly as she could, not daring to look behind her to see if Robert had gotten up to follow her, though she knew that he most likely would.
She locked herself in one of the stalls, cleaning herself as much as she could. Her knickers were soaked, and a shock of cold air hit her heat as she pulled them down to her knees. She slipped them off, sticking them into her purse. She knew this was a risky idea. Walking around in public with no underwear ; Yes, I'm sure Robert would love that. She rolled her eyes at herself.
Two minutes passed before she heard the bathroom door open, the lock sliding into place as it was closed behind whoever came in. She knew it was Robert without him having to speak. She'd hear him coming from a mile away. Her stomach turned somersaults as she imagined what he was going to do to her. Was he angry at her for not letting him finger her at the dinner table?
She flushed the toilet, and pulled her skirt down as far as it would go before exiting the bathroom stall. Robert was standing in front of the mirrors, his hands in his hips as he turned to glare at her. It wasn't an angry glare; no, this was full of pure lust. She could see his prominent erection outlined by his tight trousers. With his hungry glare, and his blond curls a wild mess atop his head, he looked just like a lion about to pounce on its prey.
"That wasn't a very wise choice back there, Y/N," he told her while stalking up to her. She instinctively backed away from him but he was too fast, and too strong for her. He grabbed her by her hips and propped her on top of one of the counters beside the sinks. He pulled her into a heated kiss, and her resolve crumbled as she kissed him back passionately. He snogged her, the lust and desperation felt in every kiss. He reached down underneath her skirt, and his Cheshire-like grin came back when he saw that her knickers were gone.
She bit her lip, but failed to hold back a whine. She wanted his cock inside her so badly right now. But she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of hearing her beg for it.
"You owe me for this one," she murmured as she pressed languid kisses down his neck.
"Do I?" He pressed firmly onto her clit, causing her to grip the edge of the counter so tight, her knuckles turned white. He chuckled. "Hmm... perhaps you're right. Tell you what: let's make a little deal. First one to cum loses. Whoever loses, has to do whatever the winner wants in the bedroom back at the hotel." His smug smirk came closer to her ear. "Sound fair?"
Her legs were already trembling. If he wanted her to cum, he would find a way to make her do it, one way or another. He always did. He could hold it in all night. It was hardly fair at all, but she wasn't going to let him know that. So she instead nodded.
Robert unbuttoned his trousers, pulling his hard cock out his boxers as she bit her lip, taking in the size of it. He smirked when he saw her expression. She spread her legs for him, and he guided his member towards her soaked slit. She was already so wet and aroused, he slid into her easily. His beautiful face contorted with pleasure as he sank into the place he loved to be in the most. She placed her hands onto his shoulders and wound them through his hair, pulling him closer as she adjusted to his size.
They needed to make this quick. Someone could try to come in at any minute.
Their hips grinded and bucked against one another, causing pleasure to ricochet through her like a pinball as his cock started off with shallow thrusts before eventually thrusting in deeper, penetrating her to the hilt. They tried to suppress their moans; they were in a five star restaurant after all, not a bar bathroom. But the sexual tension between them was so high, neither of them could hold back their huffs and groans. Robert affirmed her by telling her how good she felt around his cock, and how much he loved her, but also degraded her by grunting words like "slut!" and "whore!" in between thrusts. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she pulled tightly on his hair.
The sounds of their greedy pants and low groans of pleasure filled the bathroom as the sound of the their skin slapping together became louder as he moved faster inside her. She bucked her hips to meet his thrusts, groaning as he bit hard on her neck. She cursed him mentally, knowing there was no way the others were not going to notice the mark back at the table.
She let out a strangled cry as he reached down to play with her clit. Pleasure contorted her mind as her vision clouded. But she held back her release for as long as she could. She had to make him cum first. She had to win, even if it was just this once.
"Cum. Now." It was a command.
She shook her head quickly, which caused him to thrust faster and rub her clit more vigorously. She writhed and thrashed against him, pleasure causing her to shake so violently, she could have been spasming. But she held back her release, moving her hips and squeezing his cock between her walls. He groaned, but didn't let up on his ministrations.
She felt pleasure course through her like a drug. He whispered seductively in her ear, promising to treat her so good if she just gave in to him. His voice was like a cloud, both while singing and while speaking. Just it alone would cause her to come undone. The promise of sweet release beckoned her, filled her with a happiness she could not describe.
"God, Robert, that feels so good..."
"I know, darling. Just cum for me. Cum for me like I know you want to..." he coaxed gently.
She buried her head in the crook of his neck as he cradled her like a child. She moved her hips, getting more and more desperate for release. But in a sudden act of defiance, she reached down between their joined bodies, and took his tight balls in her hand, massaging them firmly. His eyes widened with the sudden realization of what she had done, but the pleasure was so intense, he didn't even think to fight it. His thrusts became quicker, more urgent. His breathing came in short gasps and she didn't even try to hold back her moans now.
"Ah!" she cried out. "F-fucking cum in me!"
He didn't need to be told twice. He exploded, spilling his love deep inside her. She came shortly after, giving in to the sweet feeling of release only after he had done it first. Only after she had won. A triumphant smile spread across her face as their hips gyrated slowly as they rode out the final waves of their orgasms. She threw her head back, partly in ecstasy, partly in victory. Robert took this as an invitation to kiss her neck, attacking it with even more love bites.
No one had tried to come into the bathroom. They had to have been in there only a matter of minutes, though it felt more like hours. They both panted heavily as their breathing became more steady. She smiled up at him with a sense of mischief.
"I won."
He let out a breathy laugh, pulling out of her, their combined juices coating his cock. "I guess you did." He wet a paper towel before cleaning himself and then her. He tucked himself back into his trousers before buttoning them back up. "I'll keep my end of the bargain, as promised. I'll do whatever you want back at the hotel."
She smirked while looking him up and down, trying to imagine what he may look like tied down to the bed.
He leaned in to kiss her softly on the lips. "I know that look. Come on, let's get back to the table before they start to suspect where we ran off to. Oh," he added, his hand pausing over the the lock on the bathroom door. "You should probably put your knickers back on. Or else we'll end up in this situation again. Not that I'm complaining. But I don't think Peter would appreciate us behaving like a couple of horny teenagers."
She took her knickers out of her purse. They were still damp but not too uncomfortable to wear. She slipped them on, following her lover outside back to the table, the others seemingly oblivious to what had just occurred between them.
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