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Dirty Discovery	By : rainyseason Category: Individual Celebrities > Robert Pattinson Views: 2649 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The author is in no way, shape or form affiliated with the characters acknowledged in this story and does not know them. DD is purely a work of fiction. Author does not profit from story in any way. No harm is intended.

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Disclaimer: I own a “Team Edward,” “I drive like a Cullen,” and “Team Cullen” shirt, Pickle-me-Pink, Little Bullet of Death (or Bullet of Bliss haha), G-oh-deee-amn! Massager, and four pairs of Jesus sandals. I do not, however, own anyone or anything in this story outside of the fantasized sex that I hope you all enjoy as much as I do. Robsten: they own me and I’m not even embarrassed to say it. This is a work of fiction. RPF FICTION.

Warning: Graphic and explicit sexual content. Graphic and explicit sexual content. Graphic and explicit sexual content. If you don’t know that spooning leads for forking by now, then… you probably shouldn’t be reading this. If you don’t know what that is, then you really shouldn’t be reading this LOL. Again, graphic and explicit sexual content.

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A/N: Thank you so much for sticking around. Updating chapter 3 has been so difficult; you can thank real-life for screwing us all over. But you can also thank Mr. HolyShit Weitz, Robward, and Bellkris for giving me that push to finish this for all of us. Have you honestly seen the new NM trailers? And beautiful Kris at the VMAs? My God. *dies* Naked Batman in a tree! I cannot even wait until November. Hurry up, you hor! I will be writing a new story, though idk how soon. The storyline or plot is going to be very different from what I’m used to writing, as Rob and Kris will be exchanging and sharing vows and going on a sexy honeymoon, but I want to do it anyway. I’ve been going to too many weddings and they’ve pissed me off, so I’m going to write Rob and Kris’ wedding lol. Hope you all like the third and final chapter of Dirty. Let me know who you dirty birdies are!

P.S. For you bbs: Many of you have been putting me and this story on alert/favorites (thank you so much!), but I don’t have much feedback from you! I’ve never been one to fish for comments, but I do appreciate them! I can’t force you guys to review, but if you let me know what you like, what I should continue, change, add, think about, toss, etc., I could try to improve and in turn, give you guys more of what you want. Win-win-win, right? = ] I love constructive criticism, so if you have time, let me know how you’re liking it or not. Sometimes, the truth hurts, but it’s for-reals-necessary. Thanks, sweets!

Enough talking – on to the final 21 pages of this story!

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KPOV

Over and over, I brought myself one flick away from orgasm, but didn’t allow myself to come just yet. My sex was soaked and I could smell it in the air. It had covered me so thoroughly that the sheets were now stained. Denying my body of a much-needed release was becoming harder and harder and my entire body was burning in a layer of sweat. Again, I stepped up onto the torturous ledge of orgasm, but pulled myself back. If he doesn’t come up in two seconds, I’m going to –

Then, the door slammed and the lights went out. With darkness invading my vision, the pounding of my heart was the only sound I could hear.

Do me now, you sexy beast.

“You better not have started.” It was the sweetest orgasmic mix of Rob’s dirty mind and Edward smooth voice. I didn’t know whether it was going to be Rob or Edward that would devour me tonight. But good God, his eyes were darker than night.

Play it cool. Don’t beg.

“The fuck took you so long?”

Wow, that was kind of desperate, Kris; don’t you think?

Piss off. Let me have him.

Shit. Now I’ve gone mad.

“Mm,” the beautiful man threw his shirt off, ignoring me. “Perfect.” He walked around the bed, taking me in. It was like I was being hunted in a dangerous game of “make-her-come-three-times-right-now.” Now that was fucking perfect.

Without any warning, he cupped his mouth over my clit and sucked me as though I was the first decent meal he’d had in years. It was pleasure and pain as he denied me of all other contact other than his mouth. I had already pushed myself so close that the initial contact of his mouth on my sex had already dipped me into such a high. By the fourth suck, he had entirely drowned me in my orgasm. He continued to suckle my sensitive body until I was screaming for him to stop. I felt that I would die from how sensitive I was; my body had arched off the bed from the overload of stimulation, but his mouth was merciless. With his mouth still attached to me, his hands slammed me down onto the bed roughly. I felt my body light up in flames and before I knew it, I was screaming in pleasure again. My body gave in and came once more for him. When he finally pulled away from me, his chin was glistening with his reward - well, mine too – and my voice had left on the same flight as my brain.

“Good girl,” he crooned, unbuckling his pants, still staring at me.

I almost came right then once again, just hearing that voice.

Rob – err, Edward – well, Robward walked over to the side of the bed. His cock was in his hands, lip between his teeth, fucking touching himself right in front of me.

“That’s mine,” I forced my voice. I threw him a dirty look and slapped his hand away. “Mine.” I granted him one long lick along the underside of his cock from base to head. I sucked the head into my mouth and rolled my tongue around, probing and teasing the small slit with the tip of my tongue.

Robward dug his hands into my hair. “Fuck, Kris!” he cried out through heavy pants, “God, I’m close already.”

“You’d better not come yet.” I pulled back immediately and jerked him closer by his cock. “On your back,” I ordered him forcefully.

I heard him gulp as he obeyed. I straddled his stomach and entwined my fingers with his, trapping his hands by his head. “You think you’ve got the upper hand, don’t you?” I bit his chin. “Don’t you, baby?” I stared into his eyes as I licked his lips and forced my tongue into his mouth. He moaned, seeking my tongue with his. When his made contact with mine, I pulled back and squeezed his hands. “You know, Robert,” I whispered into his ear. “Every. Single,” I looked at his lips, “fucking. Time… I see your lips now, I’m going to remember how they were glistening with my come,” I licked his lips again. “And how fucking good I taste on your tongue.” Our eyes were locked on each other, but when I reached down to take his cock in my hand, his eyes drifted down. “Look at me, baby.” He obeyed. “Good boy,” I gave him a taste of his own sweet poison. “And Edward,” I rubbed the head of his cock against my entrance and allowed for it to slide in. My body stretched once again to accommodate him and I winced, pleasure soon taking over the pain. You’d think my body would be used to him by now. Amazing. Still, I hovered over him, my eyes on his. “Every single time we’re on set, or I say your name,” I clenched my walls around him, the way he loved, and he moaned. Robward closed his eyes but quickly opened them again. “’Edward,’ I’m going to remember how dirty you really are under your innocent façade.” Again, I clenched my walls around his head and I moaned, throwing my head back. He started to tremble when I didn’t release the tight grip on his throbbing cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he squeezed my hands tightly and panted. “I’m going to come, Kris.”

“Don’t you fucking come,” I struggled to keep my hold on that little piece of control as I slammed my body down onto his, feeling his cock slide quick and deep into me. He grunted loudly.

“Baby, please,” he begged desperately.

“Don’t you dare come yet,” I released his hands and braced myself on his chest as I lifted my body up until only the swollen head was hot inside of me. His hands flew up to his hair. He stiffened when I lightly bounced on his cock. Robward moaned, his body shaking from need of his release. “Every time I look at you,” I clenched my walls around him once again and held the tight grip, “remember that I know your body and I will use it to my advantage when you least expect it.” I slammed my body back down on his and he cried out, attaching his hands onto my hips to keep me steady. My hands replaced his in the mess of hair atop his head and I tangled my fingers into the soft waves. “Every time you hear me talking about you, Edward,” I rolled my hips in a circular motion twice before he closed his eyes tightly and begged his body to hold off on its release. “I want you to think about how I make you feel, how I make you so hard, and how it feels to come in my pussy.”

“Fuck, baby, I can’t –”

“You like that, don’t you?” I circled my hips again. “You love it when I tease you.”

“Yes, yes. Dear, God,” he breathed.

Quicker than lightning, I lifted my body off of his and his complaint came out in a deep groan.

He threw me a dirty look; I answered with a raised brow, a silent threat.

I kept my eyes on him as I licked the entire length of his cock. I didn’t have to look to know that the head was now incredibly swollen and nearly purple from its strain. I felt it throb and twitch under my tongue.

“God, we taste good,” I shifted up and kissed him, allowing him to taste us on my lips, on my tongue. He kissed me angrily; his tongue and teeth forceful; hands tugging roughly on my hair.

“You want to come, don’t you?” I taunted him, rubbing his shaft against the slick slit of my sex.

“Please, I want to come in you, baby,” his voice low, the grumble in his chest a loud roar.

“Mm,” I reached a hand down in between our bodies and slid two fingers inside my wet pussy and my walls instinctively clenched them from being so close to another orgasm. I let him watch as I fingered my pussy. My body arched against the pressure of my unforgiving fingers pressing up against my spot. One touch away from coming, I removed my fingers and inserted them into another hot and wet tightness: his hungry mouth. When he started sucking my fingers, I invited his cock back into my body and moaned at how fully he filled me.

“Come, baby. Come for me,” I looked at him before I felt his body responding. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I felt his hands’ hard grip on my hips when he thrust up against me. He moaned out my name and I felt so good from our joint high that I couldn’t make a sound. I squeezed both of my breasts so hard in my orgasm that I left dark red handprints and he released his hot seed into me until his body stilled beneath me.

Our moans filled the dark room as we breathed out in satisfaction against each other.

He chuckled as I buried my face in his neck and just rested on top of him. His hands smoothed down my back, over my ass, and down my legs before he traced his path back up to my ass; he struck it with a light hand.

I replied with a giggle and kissed his neck with slow kisses.

“God, that was the best yet,” he breathed into my hair and kissed it.

Hello, Rob. See you soon again, Edward.

I hummed my response and could barely lift my eyelids.

“Darling,” he whispered in his ear, no one but my British knight. He was rubbing my back, leaving trails of goose bumps wherever his hands feathered.

My groans triggered his chuckle.

“You’ll truly have to marry me now.”

It was the last thing I heard before I fell into a peaceful slumber, full with his love, warm from his body.

The door barked angrily, forcing me back into full consciousness. I know hands, and that could only be one person.

Rob groaned beside me and leaped out of bed. He pulled the sheet off of my naked body to cover his own and then threw the fluffy, unused comforter over me, but not before a quick smack landed on my ass. I laughed, my eyes refusing to open.

Rob complained all the way to the door. “Fucking Lutz. Fucking Kell. I’ll kell him,” he mumbled before unlocking the door.

“Morning, morning sunshines. Put some damn clothes on!” Kellan and his booming voice.

Rob cursed when Kellan pushed his way through.

“Ugh. You guys smell like sex,” he flopped on the couch, switching the TV on.

I laughed and turned in the comforter to face him.

“Hey, babe,” he winked at me. “Did you enjoy my hot bod last night?”

“You know it,” I croaked.

“Lutz, is this necessary?” Rob groaned in annoyance.

“Yes. I’m going to sit up in this nasty ass sex chamber and wait for you nasty asses to get ready so you don’t fuck in the shower. Hurry up. I’m hungry as fuck and they sent me up here to fucking get you guys to breakfast. So again, hurry the fuck up. Breakfast is waiting for me.”

He cocked a brow and looked between me and Rob. “Do I need to repeat myself?”

I huffed and rolled out of bed, trailing behind Rob with the huge comforter swooshing behind me. “You’re a pain in my ass!”

“Really? Because all I heard from you last night was, ‘More! Harder!’”

Asshole.

I slammed the door shut as Rob turned the shower on, the steam escaping and clouding over our heads.

“Err. I don’t want to go out today.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he dropped the sheet and tugged the comforter away from my body. I was wrapped safely in his protective arms. “I know, babe, but the sooner we get this over with, the sooner we’ll be done, right?”

I huffed. “Wrong. The sooner we get done with this, the sooner you leave,” my voice dropped to a sad whisper, “I’m not ready to have you leave yet.”

He kissed my forehead and rubbed my arms. “We’ll talk about it later, okay? Get in there. You really do smell like sex,” he swatted my ass again, laughing.

“Fuck you. You smell like ass,” I kicked his leg before I stepped under the hot water.

Guh, that feels too good.

“Up yours,” he laughed. Just as quickly, he kissed my ear and sucked the hot water off of it. “Hey, not a bad idea,” he gave my cheeks a good squeeze. Gee, what’s up with all this ass talk?

“You miss my ass already?” I licked the water dripping off of his chin.

“I do.” I felt his smile on my shoulder and neck and he trailed the tip of his nose along the length of my neck.

“Well, a little break time for my lady parts, please.” I gave him the evil eye teasingly and rested my head on his chest.

His fingers lightly tapped along my spine as if I was a piano and he knew exactly how to make me give him the best music. My melodic sighs seemed to satisfy him.

“Really? Are you hurting, love?”

“No. I’m a little tender, but not hurting. I still don’t want to go talk to people today. Can’t we just go away?”

He squeezed some shampoo into my hands and we went about cleaning up.

“If only. Let’s see what they throw at us, huh?” He smiled. “Oh, I just remembered that we didn’t review those things.”

“Yeah,” I snorted. “I wasn’t planning on it anyway.”

A loud knocking came from the wall, followed by a muffled, “You better not be fucking!”

We quickly finished up. When I opened the door to go fetch some clothes, Kellan threw a pile at me. “Hurry up. I’m fucking starving to death, assholes.”

“Hey, Emmett,” I called out.

“What.”

I snorted. “Yeah, you fuckup. That’s not your name.”

I slammed the door and Rob was already half dressed, sitting on the counter, shirtless.

“That’s not what you said to Rob when you were screaming ‘Edward!’”

I laughed and hit Rob’s arm. “You fucking told them?”

He held up his hands in defense and tried to stifle a laugh. “No, you’re just that predictable, babe.”

“Whatever.” I quickly kissed him before we exited the bathroom.

“God! Fucking took forever. Can we go now?” Kellan turned the TV off and shot over to the door.

“Jesus with the sandals. Relax, mate. Let’s go,” Rob sighed, his hand on the door.

“Hurry,” Kellan shooed.

Rob leaned down and gave me a quick peck on the lips before we exited our safety net and into the crazy, screaming world.

The three of us walked into the conference room downstairs where breakfast was served to the cast and a few executives and various reps.

“Hey, Stew,” Ashley greeted me with a hug. “Hey, can I do your makeup?”

“Right now?” I groaned. “I’m too tired.”

“I’ll do it while you’re eating. I’ll be quick, I swear. We have two hours between breakfast and the first meeting, and then after the meeting, the three of you have interviews and press.”

Hmm. I stole a glance at Rob. Two hours, huh?

I turned back to Ashley and she was still talking. “Hey, if you want, you can do it right now. Rob and I have to go review our scripts upstairs.”

“Oh, okay,” she smiled and fetched her bag. “I’ll make you look good, I promise.”

And she did. Ash had a knack for working her magic under ten minutes. She had these pins that looked like deathtraps, but once she pinned my hair up in swirls and applied blush, eyeliner, and created me a light smoky eye, I was pretty damn amused.

“’K, done,” she popped the lip gloss into her bag, clapped her hands together, and handed me a small mirror. “Please, don’t mess it up.”

“I’ll try,” I promised, lightly touching my hair. “I really like it. Thanks, Ash.”

“No problem.”

Didn’t I tell you that they found the perfect people for these films? Everyone was essentially playing a magnified role of themselves. And we were all really that close; that’s why it works.

I caught Rob’s eye when I pulled Ash in for a hug. He was talking to Chris and some bald guy by the table. Rob had a drink in his hand and he was laughing at whatever they were saying, but his eyes only darted to them once or twice. I watched as he brought the cup up to his mouth and winked at me when he was sure no one was paying attention.

“Please, don’t mess it up,” Ash took my hand knowingly.

I smiled up at her and noticed Rob making his way over to us.

Ashley gave Rob the stink eye and poked his chest. “Mess her up in any way and I’ll kill you.” Then she trotted off.

Rob cocked a brow and watched her leave, then turned to me.

“Hello to you, too, Alice.”

I laughed. Told you.

“We have a break before the meeting,” Rob swirled his drink around in the cup.

“Apparently,” I mumbled, reaching for the cup. I drank the rest of his orange juice.

“We have scripts to review,” I nodded toward the door.

“We sure do,” Rob turned on his heels and I followed him over to Chris.

“We forgot to review our scripts. We’ll meet you later?” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“Sure you do,” Chris looked between Rob and me, a smirk threatening to break through. He cleared his throat. “See you later.”

We earned a few stares as the door closed behind us.

“Thought you were sore,” he nudged me.

I looked up at him.

He smiled his handsome British smile.

My heart soared.

Yeah, so much for resting. I shoved him into the door before we tore each other’s clothes off. We were both sighing and giggling, talking about everything and nothing as we attacked each other. Rob’s hands flew into my hair and the pins immediately starting clinking softly on the carpet.

“Ooh,” I teased. “Ash is going to kill you.”

He scoffed and grabbed my ass with both hands, lifting me up against him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my mouth enjoyed molesting him.

Rob stalked over to the window and pulled the curtains far apart. He pushed me up against the chilly window and started grinding his pelvis into mine, groaning loudly. My breathing had become labored and my hand had already begun to fog up the window, my handprints clear.

“What would they say,” he grunted, biting my neck, “if they knew that it was me and you up here? What would they see if they were looking up?” he asked in between his assault on me. My glass was already slick with my sweat and I was struggling to stay put.

I cried out when he granted my sex two fingers. I threw my head back against the window, causing it to shudder loudly. His teeth sunk into me and the pain shot through my body, heating my insides with the deepest pleasure. He thrust up against me again and resumed his grinding.

“Your ass is mine. While I’d love to show you off anonymously, they’ve seen enough. Don’t you think?”

“Ung, shit! Bed, bed, bed,” I chanted.

“Kristen,” he threw me on the bed and crawled over me, resting in between my bent knees.

“What, Robert?”

“You said you were hurting,” he lightly brushed his fingers over my face before covering my lips with his own.

“I’m okay. I’m okay,” I panted. “I want you.” My eyes darted from his eyes to his lips. “I want you,” I whispered again.

Have I mentioned that I’ve lost my mind? Completely? That’s probably why I was repeating everything.

He stared at me lovingly and pecked my lips.

And this man doesn’t seem to want me sane.

Something in the air changed. I pulled his head in closer to mine and we shared a slow, deep kiss.

“God, we’re having so much sex,” he laughed in between kisses.

I pulled back and propped myself up with my arms. “And you’re complaining because…?”

“I’m not,” he rubbed his hand over my stomach and placed tender kisses from my belly button to the underside of my breasts. “Simply stating facts.”

“Oh, yeah?” my head slightly fell back, but I opened my eyes to watch him. “And what are the facts?”

“Fact: I love your nipples,” he sucked one into his wet mouth through my shirt, circling his tongue around the hard peak. “And they love me,” he switched to the other and snuck his hand under my shirt to palm my damp breast.

I stifled the moan that had risen up to my throat.

“I love to hear you moan,” he looked up at me under those long lashes as he kissed my throat. “I love all the noises you make.”

A chill overtook my body. “Ung, fuck, Rob.”

“I love it when you call out my name. So,” he licked my lips once again, “Fucking,” and again, “Sexy, Kris,” and once more.

My lips twitched in my refusal to let a smile show. I playfully growled and tried to bite him, but he dodged my pearlies.

“And… I love you,” he smiled against my heart before placing a lingering kiss over it. “And you love me. I can tell because your heart beats extra hard and fast.” Rob rubbed his hands down my sides and he pushed my shirt up and off my body. When he threw the shirt behind him, he leaned down to kiss my neck. “And I love the curve of your neck. This is my home,” he buried his face in the crook of my neck and breathed me in, sending another stream of chills through my body. “I feel so safe here. Here, it’s just the two of us.”

The phone rang.

Nice timing, assholes.

But we shared a laugh.

“So much for just the two of us,” he scoffed, reaching down on the floor for his phone. “Do you know this number?” we stared at the offensive object.

“Nope,” I sighed and fell back onto the bed with my eyes closed.

Rob tossed the phone somewhere and buried his face in my neck again, covering half of my body with his. Though his hands were loving on my body, he had already made up his mind and there wasn’t much for me to do about it. I felt it in his touch, the way he breathed, the way he kissed me, and I felt it in his voice. He was hesitating. It would take a lot more than pleading for him to finish this. He feared that I was hurting and I doubt it would take little convincing that I was okay.

“Baby –” I began, but he cut me off.

“I’m sorry, Kris,” he looked into my eyes. “I didn’t mean to get carried away. God, it’s like I can’t wear any clothes around you. It’s entirely insane. I’d be surprised if you’re not completely swollen by now.”

I chuckled and gently stroked his hair. “I’m okay, really.”

“No. You need a break. I shouldn’t have started that.”

“Does that mean that I can still play with you, though?” I bit my lip.

“Kris,” he groaned. “No. You need to rest.”

“You’re so Edward,” I rolled my eyes.

“And look at you, Ms. Swan,” he fired back. “If I’m so Edward, then it’s because you keep going Bella on my ass.”

I guffawed. “Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Whatever.”

“You know it’s true. I don’t know why you insist on arguing when people say that you’re a lot like Bella.”

“Whatever.”

“Says the girl who dropped her award in front of the whole world.”

I glared at him, trying to hide the smile that was tugging on my lips.

“Are you upset about this?” he eyes twinkled with loud laughs. “Oh, my sweet girl.”

He entwined our fingers and kissed my hand.

“I really didn’t mean to start something earlier,” he tugged on my hand.

“It’s okay. I suppose we do need a little break,” I chuckled, wrapping us in the tangled sheets.

It felt like I closed my eyes for a second. Apparently not, because the door was pissed off again, roaring angrily. Ashley.

“Aw, shit!” I shot up and searched for my clothes. “Get up,” I shoved a sleeping Rob.

He shifted but didn’t budge.

I opened the door while Ashley was pounding on it. She took one look at me and pouted.

“I’m going to kill him!”

Fortunately, Rob’s parts were well-covered because like Kellan, she burst through the doors like a mad-woman.

“Get up,” she hit him, “I told you not to. You don’t listen. You’ve got exactly six minutes before the meeting starts,” Ash now turned to me with a sympathetic smile. “Do you want me to fix you up again?”

“No,” I chuckled, fingering my hair, “thank you. You’ll only be wasting your time.”

She hugged. “Okay. I’ll see you downstairs.” Then she turned her anger back toward Rob. “Hurry up, you make-up smearing hair whore.”

I ran into the bathroom and splashed water on my face. After fumbling through the pouch that Ashley had left on her way out, I attempted to fix the black smears around my eyes. As always, it didn’t work and I gave up. My hair was a mess. Fucking Rob. It now had strange creases and bumps and it was embarrassing. Ashley had some weird detangling-smoothing spray in the bag as well, so I sprayed some on my fingers, sniffed it, and ran it through my hair. A little better.

“Babe, are you up?” I called as I stepped out of the bathroom.

He was walking around naked looking for his clothes, rubbing his eyes.

I bit my tongue to keep from saying inappropriate shit. I, too, clawed through my bag to find new clothes. We finished dressing and brushing our teeth four minutes later and scrambled down to the meeting. Here we go.

Let’s just say, I can’t remember what happened during the whole press and… that convention, or conference…? Comic Con. That’s what it was. People asked questions that have been asked over thirty times. They pressed for dirt. They made stupid comments. They thought they were funny. And I’ve about had enough. Highlight of my day? Calling the media out on their shit. They asked what I was excited for; or was it looking forward to? I almost didn’t say it, but it was getting too serious, so I let loose.

“I can’t wait to actually get pregnant,” I fired.

I quickly brought the cup to my mouth and glanced at Rob. Chuckles, giggles, and laughter erupted in the room. With a bunch of Oooohs. I actually saw someone choke on their water and spraying the person beside them with her Gatorade. Sexy.

Rob said something about how he can’t wait to be involved in the caesarian. Idiot.

“We’ll see if we wait,” I smirked.

Taylor’s loud laughter beside me brought me back. Shit, did they all hear that?Whatever. I was going to get in trouble anyway.

One thing’s for sure: I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Rob. His silly texts and our little conversations across of Taylor – sorry, buddy – were the only things that kept me sane. I was sleep and sex deprived and I was too far away from Rob. Honestly, what happened during this whole event? Is this what the fans were referring to as our ‘eye-fucking’? Shit.

So then it ended. We walked out to take a few pictures, talk with a few reporters, and then on to the screenings. My heart was not in it, because I knew that soon, Rob was going away again. I don’t know how I’m going to deal with it this time. Every time he leaves, it hurts a little more.

Surprise, surprise. After we arrived back at the hotel to gather our things, I got lectured by some lady for ten minutes. I nodded, hummed, and Okayed my way through; I didn’t hear a word she said. My heart, mind, and soul were upstairs waiting for me.

“Babe?” I knocked on the door after I realized that he had my key.

“Hey, I forgot to give you your key,” he kissed me and closed the door after I entered the room.

“How bad was it after I left?”

I sat on the bed. He was standing in front of me.

I shrugged, feeling myself already closing off. “I didn’t listen to anything she said.”

“Hey, look at me,” he gently tilted my chin up until he was looking into my eyes.

“I miss you already.”

Rob leaned down and placed a tender kiss on my lips. “I’m going with you.”

Huh?

“But you --”

“I know, but I’ve already arranged it. I’m going home with you before I leave.”

While my heart felt a little relief that I had him a little longer, it was going to be even harder.

“Or not,” he laughed nervously, raking his fingers through his hair.

“No!” I blurted out before he could change his mind, turned beat red, and hugged his waist. I pulled him close to me and rested my head on his stomach.

“Okay, great,” he kissed my hair. “Today wasn’t so bad, right?”

I sighed and placed a kiss over his belly-button. “We survived. I had no idea what was going on half the time.”

He sat down and brought me onto his lap. “I know. Maybe you should have been paying attention instead of sending me dirty texts. And looking at me like you were going to jump me.”

“You’ve got no room to talk.”

He chuckled into my neck. “I had to ask Chris so many times what the question was.”

I joined in on the laughter. “I noticed.”

“I got everything ready. We should be able to head out in a little bit. We’ll be ahead of schedule.”

“Finally. Let’s get going.”

“Okay. I’ll have Sandy and Rock come up to escort you out with the bags. I just need to go finalize a few details and I’ll be out, alright?”

“’K,” he quickly kissed me and left the room with the phone to his ear.

Finally going home.

Most of the cast had gone already, but there would be a few after us. The afternoon was settling in and fortunately, the private lot was guarded and empty for us.

“Can’t wait to see you again, honey,” Elizabeth hugged me as Rob and I prepared to leave for LA.

“Me too. Take care, Liz.” I ducked into my car and waited for Rob to hurry his ass up. He was just discussing travel plans with his manager by the doors since he was tossing the original plans out of the window. I still couldn’t believe that he was returning home with me. He waved behind him to his manager as he approached me.

He leaned against my car and kissed me through the lowered window. The smile on his lips seemed impossible to wipe off.

“What? Do you want to drive?” I pushed my shades higher on the bridge of my nose.

He smiled, and then sighed, rubbing his chin. “Turns out I can’t go, babe.”

My heart sank. I could only stare at him, not knowing whether to scream, cry, hit him, just drive off, or shit myself; so I didn’t say a word.

“Just kidding,” he chuckled and leaned forward to kiss me.

Asshole of a boyfriend. I turned my head and pushed him out of my window. Okay, now I was pissed.

I unlatched my door and kicked it open. The door gave his crotch a loud slap and he squeaked. Thank you, door, for teaching him the lesson that I didn’t have enough self-control and discipline to give him.

“Babe, I’m kidding!”

You’re not going to get away with this just because you have a pretty accent and a beautiful, hard, smooth… face.

I yanked my shades off, threw them through the window of my car, and continued to stalk toward him without saying a word.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry,” he chuckled, trying to wrap his hands around my waist.

“Fuck you, Rob. You think this is funny?” I barely recognized my voice. It had dropped down to a deadly hiss and was beginning to rise to a roar. I couldn’t find it in me to give a flying fuck. “Are you without a brain? Do you not have a heart?” Okay, now I was on the verge of screaming. “You just tore my heart out and you’re laughing?!”

“Remind me to never break up with you. Ever,” his voice trembled. From fear, intimidation, or because he was trying hard not to laugh? I didn’t know, but he at least had the sense to look regretful of his words.

I glared at him in silence and bit my tongue. I turned to go, but he caught my arm.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,” he slurred in desperation. “Babe, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have done that.”

He kept trying to catch my eyes, but I didn’t care to look at him.

“Baby,” Rob whispered in a low, tender voice as he tilted my chin up. I jerked my chin out of his grasp. “Kristen, I’m sorry. That was stupid. I’m sorry.”

My heart was so heavy and I couldn’t keep it bottled up for long. “It’s not funny,” my voice cracked and my eyes stung of the ocean waters.

“I know,” he wrapped me into his warm arms against his chest. “I know. I’m sorry.”

I finally wrapped my arms around his man body and focused on breathing through the removal of the knife in my heart.

“Do you forgive me?” He pouted his English lips.

“No,” I mumbled into his chest.

He cupped my ass and slightly lifted me up for a kiss. “Now?”

“No.”

Kiss.

“Please?”

Kiss.

“Maybe.”

Kiss.

“Now?”

Kiss.

Shrug.

“I love you.”

Kiss.

“Okay.”

“We’re not expected to be back in town for a few hours,” Rob glanced over at me and back to the road. He brought my hand up to his lips.

I nodded.

“I think I need to take you somewhere for a bit,” he sighed.

“What?” I furrowed my brows. “Where?”

“I don’t want to spend our time depressed, babe.” Again, he glanced at me.

“Glad to know I’m the only one that’s not stone,” I mumbled.

“Kristen.” His voice was stern and angry.

“What, Robert.”

“You know that’s not true.”

“Would it kill you to show a little emotion about leaving?”

He clenched his jaw and let out a long breath through his nose.

“You truly think I like leaving you? You think I can fall asleep without you beside me? You think I’m okay saying so many goodbyes?”

I turned to look out the window as my eyes leaked rain down my cheeks. Anger and sadness held a splintered bottle to my throat. I was overtaken. Helpless.

“Kristen. You honestly think that I like this? You know me better than that.”

I pulled my hand away from his and hugged my knees to my chest.

We drove in silence until we reached the deserted beach. The sun was setting and the breeze was calmer than my heart. And even that angered me. I felt like even the wind and waters didn’t understand why I was hurting. They couldn’t even show me a little sympathy by being angry along with me. Or maybe that was God’s way of telling me that it was going to be okay. I didn’t know anything anymore.

By the time my mind had cooled down, the car had already been stopped for at least fifteen minutes. I had locked myself away from him for fifteen long, quiet minutes. Time that we couldn’t get back. I wiped my cheek and secretly looked at him. He had the driver’s seat pushed back and slightly reclined. His eyes were fixed on me exactly the same way they had been for over twenty minutes.

Finally, I unbuckled myself and leaned toward him for a kiss. He was responsive and patient, waiting for me to come back to him. After taking off my glasses, I moved to straddle him and buried my face in his neck, breathing in the man that I would have to be without for too long. Rob wrapped his arms around me and we both relaxed into each other. He placed a kiss on my hair; he, too, was breathing me in.

“I don’t want you to go,” I mumbled quietly.

“I’m not leaving yet, darling.” The drop and desperation in his voice matched mine.

The space was quiet. Still. It was ours. There was one rhythm for our two hearts. And we heard it. We felt it.

“I love you, Rob.”

“I love you,” he’d moved his mouth to my ear.

He took me down to the beach. Not hand in hand, but side by side. When we neared the water, I turned back to glance at him as I kicked my shoes off and sank my bare feet in the sand, the water stripping away my fears, my hurt, all of my troubles.

And at just the right moment, Rob came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my body. It was so real that it was unreal. It seemed too good to be true. And I wanted this to last; it had to. His chin was resting on my shoulder, his soft humming in my ear; he had wrapped his unzipped jacket around me, holding me warm with his strong arms.

“This feels good.” There was a smile in his voice. I slightly turned my face to him and he kissed my cheek.

“Mmm,” I hummed my agreement and turned around to face him. He smiled down at me when I wrapped my arms inside his jacket and snuggled closer to him. “You’re so warm.”

God, the smile on his face at this moment was pure satisfaction.

“I’m going to miss you.” His voice was smooth and it tickled my ear. The Brit made it easy to love every inch of him and hard to not forgive everything.

I tip-toed up and met him for one of our sweetest kisses yet. It wasn’t rushed. It was slow and patient, tender and caring, yesterday and tomorrow, promises made and promises kept. My heart sighed and my stomach did funny things that made me want to smile and squeak. Who knew I’d ever be a romantic, a gushy girl in love, a squealing lover? I didn’t know this was possible, but Rob made the impossible the most possible, most beautiful things. And I had faith.

“Let’s go home.”

After a long, sensual, hot, steamy… bath – gotcha! Dammit, I know – he led me to bed and we rested in bed together wrapped in our towels. The lights were off, but the moon was bright. Shadows were settled around us, but we were lit in warmth, the calming, melodic hymn of the moon.

We hadn’t spoken since we left the beach. Words weren’t appropriate, because we’d be pushing, forcing something. And that wasn’t like us. We didn’t need words to communicate with each other. This would be our last night together for a while and words couldn’t begin to explain everything we wanted to say.

It was like a scene from a movie. His eyes and his smile spoke every word in the silence and my body, my heart responded. Slowly, Rob reached over and loosened the tucked corner of my towel with a single finger. I could see his mind creating plans, images, and scenes of what he wanted to do to me and what he wanted me to do to him. He had a very honest and loud… body that spoke very clearly. And he was speaking to me through his towel.

“You’re dirty,” I accused, eyes smiling.

“You’re smart.”

I laughed and rested back into the bed. I kept my eyes on him as he parted my towel. The cool air settled around my breasts, my stomach, and my inner thighs and damn did I love it. Two of his fingers lightly tapped a line down my body; from my chin down to his favorite warmth. The room was warm enough, but the sensation injected a pulse of chills through my body and my skin turned goose-flesh. And soon, he pulled his hand away granting me not a touch of contact. He was on a mission.

Rob’s eyes were hooded as he lifted up on his side and gently blew a path of his cool breath across and down the underside of my jaw. Then, he blew his hot breath along my neck and licked the hollowness of my throat with a cool tongue.

My eyes fluttered shut and my breath hitched. I felt his smile in the way he licked me. My body was slowly burning up from the inside out, and I knew he felt it, too.

When Rob reached my chest, he placed a kiss over my heart. It wasn’t long before his mouth hovered over my right nipple. I needed his hands, but he was taking this slowly, teasing me, drawing the wetness from my body in the most torturous way yet.

He breathed a puff of hot air on my nipple before quickly puckering his lips to blow a sharp hit of cool air on it. The mix of sensations did crazy things to my insides and my sex was beginning to tighten and throb. He paid the same respect to my left nipple and kissed the skin over my heart again. Following the line of my body, the towel-clad man trailed the very tip of his tongue down to my stomach. He cupped his mouth over my belly-button with slow suctions, filling the hollowness with his tongue and sucking just a little harder. And God, help me, I couldn’t stifle the moan that escaped my lips if I’d wanted to. My fingers were now tangled in his soft, damp hair, tugging and twisting. The throbbing between my legs had intensified and I had to clench my inner walls to ease the demanding bitch.

He’s getting to you, Christ! Wait a sec. He’s still loving on me! hissed my proud belly-button.

Shit. Now I’m going crazy. Little parts of my anatomy were fucking speaking. But then again… so was the big man downstairs… in Rob’s towel.

He rolled me over onto my side so that my back was press up against his chest.

You know what they say about spooning…

Shut up, you whore.

He’s going to fork you hard.

God, I hope so.

The insatiable sex-bitch inside of me pumped her fist up in happiness and possessed me. It was like my eyes had black; I felt her unleashing herself into me through the tremors that licked my body.

Fucking yes! she screamed and then commanded me to go crazy and have fun with this sexy man of mine.

“How are you feeling?” Rob’s erection was pressed against my ass. He lifted my top leg up and rested it back on his hip.

“Good, good, so good,” I chanted quietly, gripping his arm and feeling the muscles flex and relax.

“Really?” his voice dropped to a sexy fuck-me tone and I just about came right there. “Because I can see how bad you want to be.” His finger was now sliding up and down the slit of my sex, drenched in my wet need.

I didn’t feel the towel slip away, but suddenly, his erection was pressed up against my ass. He removed his hand away from my aching core and rubbed his cock against the crease of my ass and sex. Back and forth, he moved against me and whispered sweet, dirty, nothings into my ear. I moaned and arched my body to feel more of him rubbing up against me. I was so wet that his cock was sliding easily up and down my slit. I gripped his arm and dropped my head back against his chest.

“Oh, God, Rob. Mmm.” My lip just about bled from how hard I was biting it.

“You like that?” He breathed into my ear.

I moaned my response and jumped when a small, slippery vibrating object was pressed against the lower opening of my ass. He pressed it against the opening a little harder and I cried out in pleasure. It was a little bigger than the first fucking little bullet-o-bliss that we used and it felt even better. He pulled it away and I heard a bottle clicking.

“Rob?” I whined.

“Relax, baby. I want to make you feel good.” He pressed the bullet further into my ass. I moaned and wiggled my ass until it was lodged in perfectly. He set the damn thing to the lowest setting, just for a hint of buzz.

“Good? I thought you wanted me bad,” my breathing was labored just from wanting him so bad. I was not above begging at this point.

He chuckled and bit my shoulder, fingering my slit again. “I do want you bad, but you’ll still feel good, won’t you?”

“Cocky,” I bumped my ass back against his erection.

“Yes, I am,” he grunted as he pumped his fist over his cock. “God, Kris.”

“Hurry,” I whined again.

And he loved me, so he couldn’t deny me a thing. His cock slid in easily and incredibly deep. My God. It pumped right against that perfect spot deep inside of me with each thrust. He pulled out slowly this time and then quickly thrust back in. I cried out his name each time he plunged his cock deep inside of me. His sneaky hand reached around my hip and pressed me closer against him. Two of his fingers were circling my throbbing clit at a steady pace, bringing that tightness in my lower stomach closer and closer.

“You feel so fucking good, Kris,” he grunted and sucked on my neck.

I closed my eyes and smiled, allowing my body to let go and just feel him. His words and hot breath against my ear caused another tremor to run through my body and I moaned as it reached my toes. Rob’s thrusts were coming harder and deeper and his fingers on my clit remained constant.

“Ung, Rob,” I cried out louder. My breathing came out in short and heavy pants.

“Ready to come for me, darling?” The Brit is too fucking sexy for his own good.

“Ohh, yeah, Rob,” I chanted over and over again. I was two seconds away from my orgasm when the buzzing bullet in my ass intensified by fucking five times and I came when he pinched my clit hard.

I twitched against his body as my walls clenched around his cock tightly. He moaned at the tightening sensation around his cock and fucking made me moan even more knowing that he felt so good. He allowed my orgasm to completely pass before he turned the bullet off and took it out to set it aside.

“Stand up, babe,” he instructed.

Who was I to go against his fuck-hot wishes?

He pushed the mattress off the edge on the other side, creating a step on the bed, before stepping behind me. I’m sensing a pattern for tonight. His erection was fucking poking the small of my back and it was sexy as hell. Rob bent his head to kiss my neck while he ran his hand down my side to my thigh. He lifted my right leg up so that my foot was comfortably resting on the step that he created before he inserted two fingers inside of me.

My body was so overwhelmed with the satisfaction to stand up that I fucking fell onto the bed. My leg was still up, so I was completely exposed to him. He chuckled and removed his fingers, now coated with my wetness for him. He massaged his way from my neck to my back and squeezed my ass in his big hands.

The walls of my sex clenched tightly when I felt his hot tongue licking my pussy, teasing and torturing me.

“I’m gonna have you dripping tonight, baby,” he promised.

And fuck me, he always kept his promises.

His cock was buried so deep inside me in one swift thrust that I thought I’d burst open.

“Fucking shit, you’re so deep!” I panted and cried out, arching my back. I propped myself up on my forearms and gripped the sheets when he began his thrusting again.

“Ohh, yeah,” he crooned. “Are you ready?” He didn’t wait for answer before he found my g-spot and thrust against it over and over again.

“Ung, Rob,” I cried over and over again.

Suddenly, he pulled out and hot liquid dripped down my thighs and onto the fucking carpet.

“Oh, shit,” I nearly jumped. “Do it again.”

I didn’t know what the fuck that was, but it was fascinating as shit. I didn’t even have to try.

He plunged his cock back into me, repeating his assault on my g-spot. So. Fucking. Good. I arched my back and panted loudly when I felt the tightening begin to pull me into pure bliss. He pumped into me ten or fifteen times then pulled out of me. Even more wetness gushed out of me this time and soaked my legs. His hands continued to circle my clit, making me cry out even louder.

“Again, baby. Come on,” he crooned again, pumping into me faster than ever. His fingers were merciless on my clit and I entirely lost my voice. My God – it felt so good. The tightening fucking exploded in my stomach and I came on his cock, clenching and squeezing him. Once again, he pulled out and the wetness dripped down my thighs.

“God, Rob. That was so fucking good,” I pushed him back and got down on my knees in front of him, thanking him, begging him to let me help get him off.

I hummed in satisfaction when I tasted us on his cock. He’d better fucking remember. My eyes met his before his fluttered close. I wanted to see him, but I wanted to watch him come even more, so I let him enjoy this however he needed to. I sucked the entire length of his cock into my mouth and throat, relaxing to accommodate him. He moaned and twisted my hair in his hands. I loved it when he used to me give him satisfaction. But I stilled under his hands, having just the head in my mouth. I suckled on him like he was the best fucking fruit-pop on earth because he fucking was, and just like that, he came into my mouth. He opened his satisfied eyes to watch me as I swallowed everything he had for me. That beautiful jaw almost made me come right on the spot.

“You’re dirty,” he fired at me this time.

“You’re smart,” I recited his response back to him.

I joined in on the giggles and pushed him back onto the bed. I straddled his stomach and my mouth immediately found his. It was fast, hot, needy, and only the best. He moaned into my mouth and I responded with a hum.

I was feeling everything right here in this moment. Beauty, satisfaction, contentment, nervousness, anxiety, sadness, love, joy, and if he’d ask me to marry him right now, I’d answer so fast and whole-heartedly that he’d pass out.

He broke the kiss with his heavy breathing and hummed, kissing my chin, my nose, my forehead, my temple, my jaw.

“What are you doing to me?” I asked in a desperate whisper. “God. I’ve never felt this way before.”

“I’ve got that good of skills, huh?”

I smiled and looked at him smiling at me. “Yes.”

“Always at your service, madam.”

I laughed and rolled off of him. He followed, now half on top of me.

The smile never left his face. My God. He looked so happy and it made me so happy that it was me making him happy. That’s all I’ll ever want.

“It’s so much more than that, Rob.” I gently stroked his hair. “You mean so much more to me than fuck-hot sex and the best sexy times.”

He laughed and kissed my chin. “Oh, really?”

“Really.”

We fell asleep with his head on my chest. He told me that he was listening to my heart beat, trying to memorize the beat right then because he said it was the happiest he’s ever seen me. I’d argued that it wasn’t fair, because I couldn’t hear his. And he’d told me not to worry with the most beautiful smile I’d ever seen in my entire life. He lifted his head after a few minutes and said, “I just realized that it’s the same as mine.”

He gave me hope and faith and love and everything great and in between, because wherever we’d have to go, I’d have him with me as long as my heart was beating.

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Long ass end note:

I’ll admit. I fucking got teary-eyed with that last thing that Rob said. It’s so funny writing this, because it doesn’t even feel like I’m coming up with this. I swear it’s like I was right there in that wonderful room simply recording and reporting everything that happened and was said between them. We know it’s not like that, but to me, that’s what it feels like. It’s the most beautiful thing and that is why I write.

Thank you for sticking around! Writing this third and final chapter made me so mad because I didn’t have the time I wanted to write it. Like, in one sitting and give it to you guys. Instead, here I am with 200+ papers to read and edit, an article to write for the newspaper, and a newsletter to put together. But I hate them all so much for taking me away from you and I love YOU all so much that I finally said, “FUCK YOU!” to those things. Thank you for being such great family; family because I know you guys understand the beauty that is Rob and Kris together. Thank you for not calling me crazy and believing with me! I love you all very much.

Unfortunately, this is a work of fiction lol. Every word, action, and emotion is made up. I do not know or own Rob and/or Kris. I believe that they’re in a relationship, but that does not mean that any of this happened between them. I simply wished it to be so I wrote about it HAHA.

Many of you have put me and this story on favorites/alerts. Thank you so much! But not a lot of you are responding! I’d love to know your dirtiest, most secret thoughts when you read this. Like I said at the beginning, let me know what you like, what you don’t like, what works, or what doesn’t work so that I may improve my writing for future stories! I’d really appreciate your honest feedback.

*** Question: Would you have a threesome with Rob and Kris? I think I’d be too excited and perverted and just want to watch them. ***

Thanks, Dirty birdies!

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