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Dirty Discovery	By : rainyseason Category: Individual Celebrities > Robert Pattinson Views: 2648 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I own nothing, unfortunately, other than my sexually frustrated mind and a ginormous, hot, throbbing… love for these two.
Warning: Graphic and explicit sexual content.

A/N: Comic Con reunion. How could I not write about it? I’ll let what is, be, but I wanted to embrace my imagination to fill in the missing pieces. Some of the details about hotels, etc. are all from Ted Casablanca’s reports. Don’t hate me if some details aren’t spot on – it’s fiction, after all. NC-17 for a reason. Lots of dirtiness. You have been thoroughly warned, my friend. This is the first of ~3 chapters.

KPOV

I turned off the engine and rubbed my hands over my face. The clock read 1:47 AM. My insides were screaming for me to hurry my ass up to bed, but my body was too exhausted to move. My bag in the trunk was of no importance right now. I desperately needed sleep and loving arms around me, and yet, my heart was so excited that I wanted to cry. I’d basically pass out right now if it weren’t for a few steps keeping me from a kiss that I desperately needed.

Five more minutes. Just a little longer, Kris.

Two Summit assistants, male and female, that I had met during a meeting welcomed and directed me through the back door that was labeled ‘Aud. 4.’ The hotel was quiet with only one middle-age woman shuffling papers at the front desk. A man with white-silver hair that appeared to be an employee walked into the room laughing. He reminded me of Papa. Not helping your need for comfort, Kris.

I was informed earlier today that I had already been checked in, so the man and woman sped me over to the elevator. They saw me to my floor and gave me my key, but smiled and wished me a good night before they headed back downstairs.

Finally, I dragged my body out of the slowest elevator onto the 11th floor and read the numbers on the doors.

I passed my door to our conjoined rooms and just stopped at his door. 686.

686. 686. I’m here, baby.

Two knocks and the door swung open. We stared at each other for a count of 4 heartbeats before I took a step forward and rested my head on his chest. My arms found themselves around his body and his arms were secured around me in protection from everything that had kept us apart for this long. Home.

The comfort finally allowed my eyes to close into a rest, but I wasn’t strong enough to be all smiles right now. My heart, my body was home and I didn’t want to be strong enough anymore, so I let my closed eyes speak the silent, salty words. A few tears slid down my cheek before I felt his lips erasing their trails. I stood on my tiptoes and wrapped my arms around his neck; a silent plea for him to hold me closer than before. Not a moment later, my feet were freed from the ground and now my legs, too, were wrapped around his warm body.

They called this a silent conversation, but there was nothing silent about it. The sound of the sliding lock never sounded so good. And his breathing. His heartbeat. My heartbeat. It was the only music that we needed tonight; the melody to a reunion that neither of us could have waited another day for.

He sat at the foot of the bed with me clinging onto him for dear life. I breathed in his scent, sweetest at the neck. I felt his smile through his hands that rubbed my back soothingly; I felt it in his lips that kissed my forehead, my hair, my ear; I felt it in the way he sighed.

“Rob,” I whispered, mostly to myself. I was afraid that if I opened my eyes, he would be gone.

His hands cradled my head and he rested his forehead against mine.

“Finally,” he breathed upon my lips. “Finally.”

His smile from two seconds ago was now reflected on my very own lips. And to share it with him, I gently pressed my lips against his, desperate to savor this moment. He kissed me again, brightest smile on his mouth, satisfied that we still had it in us to play our little game of kiss-you-tag-me.

Two more and I’d have enough of teasing. I pushed Rob down on the bed and shifted up his body. I leaned over him and found myself deep in his green eyes.

“I missed you, baby,” his British tongue was the sweetest.

I bit back a smile and lowered my eyes to his lips for a second.

“You did?” My lips lingered on his, rememorizing their softness.

“Just a little.”

Asshole.

His words were few, but his eyes kissed my face everywhere they looked.

I bit and tugged on his bottom lip before licking his lips open, our eyes still teasing each other, never losing contact.

“Is that your final answer?” I cocked an eyebrow at him while kissing his chin and that masculine jaw of his before we were nose-to-nose again.

“50/50?” his grip on my hips tightened and his hands slipped just beneath my shirt.

“Yes or no, baby. Pick your poison.”

He rolled us over, his body pressing into mine. I welcomed the warmth and craved his beauty.

“No,” he kissed me sweet and slow, gentle and all Rob. “Did you miss me?”

“Well,” I teased, earning myself a raised brow on a gorgeous face in return. “Maybe just a tab bit more than you. Maybe.”

He smiled. There it is. “Impossible.”

“I challenge,” I bit back.

His smile remained, but his eyes accepted and softened. “In the morning, baby. You look exhausted.”

We had just jumped back into gentle and quiet mode, something the both of us needed right now.

“Thanks for waiting up,” my hushed voice caressed his neck in a kiss.

His sigh of approval and contentment made those long, dark hours of working and driving to get here all worth it.

“You’ll never have to ask.”

Without another word, Rob carefully undressed me and slipped on e of his shirts over my tired body. It wasn’t a moment for sexual fulfillment, but the deepest love in his need to take care of me. I closed my eyes and thought only of these limited moments that we would have with each other for the next couple of days. My heart broke and soared at that moment.

I whispered a quiet “I love you” and faintly heard as he chuckled his reply of an “I love you” before sleep overtook me.

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“Wake up, wake up, Bambi.”

I was slowly being pulled into the morning light. The softest lips were feathering kisses all over my face and neck. Can I keep this forever? I smiled and stretched my arms out and around him.

“Hi, baby,” he whispered against my neck; the light stubble on his cheeks tickling me.

“Hi, baby, you,” I returned his kisses with many of my own.

“Sleep good?” His voice was so soft and gentle that I wanted to crawl even closer against him and sleep through another day and night.

I groaned, he chuckled.

But really, it was the best sleep I’ve had since he’s been in New York. Just having Rob here is like having that missing piece click back into place. How do you sleep when the one you love isn’t with you? I’ll never understand how people do it.

“Sorry, love. I had to wake you.” His hands had already snuck under my shirt, rubbing my bare back.

I leaned over Rob and glanced at the clock. 8:49 AM. Ugh. I hate meetings.

“We’re late.” I sighed and rested my head on his chest.

“We’ll be fine.”

“You showered without me?” I pouted, seeing his damp hair. “Your hair is short.” I thought aloud as I ran my fingers through the soft waves.

“Seems like we both changed our hair during our time apart,” the teasing was very Rob, but I felt another need from him, for his smile didn’t reach his eyes. “I want today with you.”

“I’ll be there,” I kissed his chin and looked into his eyes and found what he needed the most right now. “Tell me what you need, Rob.”

He laced our fingers together in a strong yet gentle squeeze and trailed kisses up from my wrist to my shoulder and neck. And finally, he bit the collar of my shirt and tugged it down, exposing my collar bone. He gently sucked on my neck, his Rob way of telling me that he needed to love me. I moaned at the loss as his lips left my neck without leaving his claim on me.

I cradled his body between my legs as he shifted his body over mine.

“Tell me, baby. Tell me what you need,” I traced the shell of his ear with my tongue and sucked on his earlobe. In all honesty, I knew what he wanted; I just wanted to play with dirty Rob, the Rob that only I can unleash.

He shook his head. There was a teasing evil glint in his eyes that made me bite my lip to stifle the moan that threatened to give me away. Let’s play.

I sighed and pushed him off of me, hearing his own sigh of disappointment.

I crawled toward Rob when he swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat there like a sad puppy.

“Tease,” I barely heard him scorn me for toying with him.

Keep that up, bad boy. You have no idea what I want to do to you.

“What was that?” I kneeled behind him when he shook his head. With my fingers tangled in his hair, I tugged on it roughly until his head was tilted and slowly bit into his neck. I felt his shiver and smiled in satisfaction as I pulled back to admire the marks I’d left on him.

My hand loosened its grip on his hair and gently scratched at his scalp. His moan was quiet, but I felt his head fall back slightly. If we were going to play, I wanted to play dirty. Still running my fingers through his hair, I tugged my panties down my thighs and discreetly shifted from knee to knee to free myself of its tight bounds. His shirt covered my ass, but with the slightest stretch, he’d receive the peep show that he loved.

I tugged on his hair again and flicked his earlobe with my tongue. “Have you been a bad boy without me?”

His eyelids fell shut and his mouth hung open as his breath hitched. Before his hands could reach back to rub my thighs, I scooted off the bed and threw my barely-there boy shorts at him.

We both groaned as I stretched both my hands up and felt the breeze chill the bottom half of my ass that he was now viewing, though I assume that the reason for both groans differed slightly. What? That stretch felt good… Okay, maybe they weren’t so different after all.

I quickly washed up in the bathroom and watched him in the mirror. He walked over and leaned up against the doorframe to watch me; the intensity of his watch tightened my nipples beyond what I could handle. There was no doubt that he was getting another show right this moment. I toweled my make-up-free face dry and tried my best to ignore him while I figured out what to do with my hair. Nothing worked. With another flick at the dark mess, I made sure to brush my chest against him as I exited the bathroom. He followed.

“You’re trying to kill me,” he accused and sat at the foot of the bed again. His boxers were beginning to speak. Or was it my little friend in there? Hmm…

I hopped up onto the dresser and crossed my legs as we stared at each other. “Oh, really? I’m trying to kill you?” I bit my lip to slap the smile that was begging to claim my mouth.

Rob scoffed and as his punishment, I uncrossed my legs. I tilted my head to the side to argue with him. His Adam’s apple bobbed and my grip on the ledge of the dresser hurt like a bitch.

His eyes darkened and he stood up. Oh, shit. I’m fucked - well, not such a bad idea, Kris.

“Keep that up, little girl, and I’ll have to add to your punishment tonight,” his voice was low and his eyes nearly licked me, but my eyes only saw what they wanted to see right now. And sure as fuck they saw something they liked. Honestly, it was reaching out to me and I’ve been deprived long enough. Punishment from Rob is like… eight orgasms a day. Why the fuck would I not want it?

He had a few steps before he’d reach me. Think fast! I quickly toed middle drawer open and propped my legs up and wide apart. His eyes followed my movements and surely enough, another gulp.

“And what do I have to do if I want punishment tomorrow as well?” I said in my most innocent voice.

“Too late,” he breathed.

Rob stood right in front of me, his hands beside mine on the dresser. He leaned down a little to look at me. I gave him a small, timid smile.

“I’m not an evil tease,” I pouted.

“And I’m not going to fuck you. But we both know those are lies, now, don’t we?” he licked my lips excruciating slow.

I didn’t register how my breathing had begun to pick up until my head dropped back and hit the mirror behind me. My head shot up and saw that Rob was kneeling in front of me, his face two inches away from my sex.

“Where do you want me?” his eyes danced from my eyes to my sex.

“I don’t,” I clenched my walls where I wanted him the most and moaned loudly. “Oh, fuck.”

“Mmm,” he licked his lips. “Look how wet you are. I can see how much you want me, baby.”

I shook my head but kept my eyes on his, doing my best to cling onto the little bit of control that I had left. “I can take care of myself.”

I slightly tugged my shirt higher on my hips and opened my legs wider.

“Oh, yeah, Kris,” he bit his lip, tasting my sex with his eyes.

I doubt that I was supposed to hear that. With one hand, I squeezed my inner thigh before I slipped a finger up the slit of my pussy.

“So wet, Rob. Fuck.”

“You’ve got a dirty mouth, Kristen.”

Fuck you. Just fuck me!

I watched him watching me as I circled my clit and slightly jumped at the contact. All patience had left my body when I slid my finger back down; I slowly inserted a finger into my pussy and moaned at the warmth. He snatched my hand away and watched me as he sucked my finger into his mouth, scraping his teeth along my finger as he pulled it out.

“This is mine,” he claimed possessively as he leaned toward my pussy and circled the tip of his tongue in the wetness that had gushed out of me. “Give me more, love, squeeze your pussy.”

“Oh, fuck, Rob.” This man had the dirtiest mouth that anyone had ever seen. He knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it. Who was I to go against his wishes?

“That’s it,” he crooned, watching my wetness drip out of me before taking one long lick up my pussy.

Both of my hands were tangled in his hair, tugging on his hair yet again as he closed his lips over my clit and suckled hard. I cried out his name and grinded my pussy against his face.

“Fuck, fuck, Rob,” I panted, my body burning from the inside out from its very core. My head was going to explode.

He released my clit and licked up the length of my pussy again, teasing me with my own wetness. Lifting my ass a little higher, his tongue dipped lower and circled around the lower tightness that only he had claimed. He bit my ass cheek before he quickly slid up again and nibbled on my clit. I felt two eager fingers slide into me, twisting and turning. Oh, God, that felt good. He slightly pulled his fingers back out before simultaneously sucking on my clit hard and thrusting his fingers up against my G-spot in quick movements. He moaned against my clit and the vibration with the G-spot stimulation sent me over the edge. My pussy walls contracted hard as I came. His mouth and fingers never abandoned me as my hips lifted off the dresser. My eyes were squeezed shut and I moaned, riding out my release, until I was hoarse.

“Mmm,” he kissed my sensitive pussy over and over again, making me twitch and laugh.

“Goddamn,” I pulled him up to me and licked his glistening mouth and chin before tasting his tongue, a delicious mixture of me and him.

“And you said I have a dirty mouth. Tsk, tsk, tsk,” I jumped down and pulled him to the bed, pushing him down. “And here look at you. I fucking love it.”

I ripped my shirt off before relieving him of his boxers and that black beater he had on. He was standing tall and proud. Oh, yeah.

I kneeled over his chest, my back facing him.

“I want to see you,” he whined breathlessly, slapping my ass.

“Hmm,” I turned my head back, eyes squinted, and chuckled. “I think I like getting spanked. Do it again.”

I bent over his cock, feeling the bead of pre-cum on my chest.

He struck my ass with a loud smack, making me moan loudly as I sunk my nails into his thighs. He groaned and threw his head back onto the pillow. “Fucking tease. Such a bad girl.” Oh, that sweet, dirty, British tongue.

I wrapped my hand around his cock and squeezed. “What was that?”

He lifted his hip up to thrust against my hand and his breath hitched. “Fuuuck, Kris,” he drawled.

“That’s what I thought.”

I was on all fours over him giving him a full show. The sting on my ass and the loud smack from his hand striking my ass again contracted my pussy walls. I needed him badly. Slowly, I stroked his cock and twisted my hand around the head. His moan was low and the most sexual sound I’d ever heard as he pressed his thumb into my wetness. I was nowhere near the end of my teasing, so I sucked his balls into my mouth, my hand and his cock caught up in their own tune.

“Fuck, Kris. I want your mouth, baby.”

Did I mention that this man had a very dirty mouth? And yet he was so tame right now.

“Please,” he panted heavily, cock twitching in my hand from the rolling of his balls in my mouth.

I finally released him and swung my legs around to face him, sitting low on his thighs with my pussy pressed into his knee. I rocked back and forth, both of us moaning at the excruciating teasing. He watched me watch him as I licked the rim of the head of his cock. I pulled back and stroked him twice with an innocent smile. He shook with impatience and frustration.

“You’re about to get spanked right now, Kristen Jaymes,” he groaned and threw his head back when I granted him another slow lick around the head of his cock.

“Would that be so bad?” I finally brought him into my mouth, suckling just on the head.

He cried out and held my head still with his hand fisted in my hair. A stream of profanities poured out of his mouth. I smirked cockily and wrapped my mouth around his cock, letting the head hit the back of my throat. I bobbed my head up and down not twice before he growled and sat up.

“On your back,” he commanded and I felt another gush of wetness coat my pussy.

Pinning me down, Rob reached over me for what I assumed to be a condom, so I stopped him.

“We should—” he looked at me.

“I’m safe,” I took his cock into my hand and rubbed its head into my folds. “Please, I need to feel you, Rob.”

“You’re sure?” his breathing was erratic and he sounded like his control was slipping fast.

“Yes, baby, please.”

He kneeled between my thighs and pushed them wide apart. One of his hands parted my lips open while the other circled my opening with his cock. He loved to fuck me this way. Time had kept us apart for too long, so his movements were slow. He pushed only the head in before looking down at our connected bodies and growled.

“So tight, so tight, you’re so tight,” he chanted. “Oh, yeah, Kris.”

He pulled out and I moaned at the emptiness.

“Rob,” I whined breathlessly.

Again, he inserted only the head into my sex and cried out my name, eyes closed, smirk on his lips.

“More,” I pleaded. “I want all of you.”

He disobeyed, inserting just the head again. I screamed his name in frustration and at how fucking good it felt to be teased.

The man finally gave in and filled me completely. “Lift your hips, baby.”

I submitted to his instruction and he pushed his entire length into my core. The pleasure and pain every single time was the highest high, and I moaned, relishing in the intensity of the flame that he had lit within my body.

He gave us a moment to just feel the warmth and closeness again. It’s been too long.

“I can’t go this long again without you, Kris,” he breathed into my neck. “I won’t.”

“I know. I promise.” I quickly propped my lower body up with a folded pillow under my ass to allow him a deeper penetration.

“I need to fuck,” he shoved his cock into my pussy and the room echoed in our loud moans. “Oh, fuck. I need to fuck you.”

He pulled his length almost all the way out again before thrusting back in. Each thrust earned him a louder moan as his pace increased. My walls had clenched once, twice, and I felt my orgasm building steadily.

“So fucking close,” his panting answering my own. “Oh, God, I can feel you, baby.”

I circled my clit and felt the rush burning to overtake me. I clenched my walls tightly around him, the way he loved, and we moaned. Almost there.

“Come on, baby. Squeeze your pussy. Oh, yeah.”

I loved the fucking dirty encouragements and he knew it.

“That’s it. Come for me.”

I held on to his voice, his words, and twisted the sheets in my hands as my toes curled. I cried out his name in a chant as I came, my walls involuntarily clenching around him now.

“Rob. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh, Rob.”

“Oh, yeah,” he growled. “I’m coming, Kris. Fuck.”

He pinched my clit at its base, my walls clenching around him again, and I squeezed my eyes tight with a loud moan. He pushed deeper inside of me and came with loud profanities that I was sure the rooms over and under ours all heard. It felt so good that I replayed it over and over in my head; my body was trembling against his from the pure fuck appeal.

I kissed his temple and his hair as he threw the pillow underneath me onto the floor and supported my back onto the bed. Slowly, he pulled out; it still felt so good that there was no way I could stifle the moan, triggering his own.

“They’re going to kill us,” I glanced at the clock and laughed, resting my head on his chest.

He looked at me with soft eyes and a tender smile. I couldn’t begin to understand how happy he made me; how much I loved him; how much that love grew so much more every single day.

“I love you so much, babe,” I whispered and lightly caressed his face.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he kissed my wrist, my palm, and my fingertips. “I’ve missed you so much. I won’t go that long without you again. I can’t do it.” He ended in a whisper so soft, repeating those words. I felt as though I may have been reading his mind and not actually hearing it.

I sighed and focused on listening to his heartbeat beneath my ear. “I completely agree, times five.”

“Good. Ready for the meeting?” he made no attempts to move as his hands were still rubbing my back.

“I guess. We should clean up. I promise to be good,” I nodded my head toward the bathroom, silently pleading for a shower with him.

“You’d better be.” Oh, Rob and his sexy smirk.

He chased me to the bathroom for a quick shower before the front desk called to inform Rob that a – my – bag was to be delivered to the room. Thank you, assistants. We quickly dressed and shared a tender kiss by the door before we put up those walls again. I sighed inwardly as we walked to the elevator side by side, but no longer hand in hand.

End notes: Let me know who you Dirty birds are = ]
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