This is the second of my submissions in the series that JenWordSong and I have started up based on the pics that OCD_Indeed finds for us.
This is the picture that I was assigned; http:
It was the London premier of Twilight on Dec. 3, 2008...yeah we all know what was going on, even back then!! BWHAHAHAHA!!!
This is all just in fun boys and girls. There is absolutely no harm intended to anyone! I don't know Rob or Kristen...and as much as I want to, I don't know Kellan!!
"Bloody hell!"
I stared out the window of the hired car as we inched down the streets of my home town. I never thought I would see people queuing up to see me. This was almost as bad as the LA premier. All the diehard Twilight fans who had probably slept on the streets...just to see me? That is fucking unreal!
My knee was bouncing in a nervous gesture. I would try to stop it, but the alternative was my usual nervous habit of dragging my hands through my mop of hair. I can't wait until I can cut this shit. What real actor has in their contract that they can't cut their hair? The problem with that option was that I had been warned by the little woman who did it tonight that she would, and I quote, "twist my man parts until the Pattinson name has no chance of being carried on."
I cupped myself just easing the phantom pain that even thinking about that caused...
So, every time my hand went to my hair, I had to consciously make an effort to keep myself from dragging it through. I valued said "man parts" too much to even chance a strand being out of place when I hit that red carpet.
The red carpet...the red carpet...Kristen in a nice little dress...that sassy look on her face, the one that I picture her having as she teases me with her body...
Unfortunately, I hadn't seen her since she'd arrived in London. I wanted to...fuck did I want to! But we hadn't exactly been forthcoming with everyone about our relationship, and we had to keep up appearances. Hell, I was even staying with me mum and dad instead of the same hotel with the rest of the cast just to keep myself from blowing everything all to hell with my inability to stay away from her.
It had been weeks since we had been together and my hand was getting callused with all the wanking I was doing lately. Fuck, I had gone at it three times today alone. I knew that I could shag any of the Twi-whores chasing us around, but I didn't want that...I wanted HER.
The LA Premier was the last time we'd been able to sneak away. It had been crazy and keeping my hands off Kristen on the red carpet had been nearly impossible. That bloody one shoulder dress had me wanting to lick across her collarbone. And then she had on those high heels that made her legs look longer than fuck and all I could think about was her wrapping them around me. Christ, I'm glad at least the stylist was smart enough not to put me in those ball hugging tight pants tonight. I'm sure that the entire legion of women who scour the internet for pics loved that! They probably spent hours zooming in on my crotch to see if I was hanging right or left.
The car slowed, and the door was yanked open, allowing the bright lights of the theatre and the noise of the crowd to flood in and ruin my dark mood. And to make things worse, Kristen was already there looking beyond sexy. I tried to stifle a groan as I took her all in.
There, with flashbulbs going off all around her, was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Normally, she tried to come off as older than her 18 years, with dresses that looked like my mum should be wearing them, rather than Kristen fucking Stewart, but tonight, she looked like she was ready for me to unwrap her. She looked fucking unbelievable in that black short...bloody hell, if she bends over I am going to be able to see not only her perfect ass, but the lovely little pussy of hers. Snap out of it Patty!
I stepped out of the car, and already all the fucking media were right on me. Glancing over at Kris, I sent her a small smile and she returned it in kind. Yeah baby...give me a few hours, and you won't be just smiling. You'll have a fucking big ass grin plastered across those pretty little lips.
The flashbulbs were going off, half blinding me. Then the questions started...
"Rob, are you and Kristen together?"
"Rob, did you take Kristen home to meet your mum?"
"Rob, when was the last time you and Kristen were together?"
Christ almighty! Why don't they just ask , "Rob, does Kristen give good head?" The answer to that, by the way, would be...Hell yes. The best that I've ever had.
Like I would ever answer any of those vulture's questions...fuckers. It's because of them that we have to pretend that we are simply costars. The last thing a new relationship needs is to have a camera shoved in your face every time you hold hands or God forbid, kiss. I have enough trouble with women, I don't need these wankers fucking things up for me right out of the gate.
It took a few minutes of plastering that phony smile on my face before I made it to Kristen. God, she was looking so incredible in that dress. I felt my cock start to harden and had to try and control myself. I could just see the headline now...Pattinson HARD up for Stewart. Once again I was thankful for a looser pant and a longer jacket to hide my obvious excitement at the thoughts I was having about her.
I shifted to try and hide my growing erection. Kristen slid an arm around my waist and looked up at me with those fucking incredible green eyes, and I knew that there was no way that I was going to stop my dick from trying to find its own way out of my pants tonight. Damn thing had a mind of its own. .
"Rob, Kristen! Over here..."
"You two look so great together!"
All I could think about was what I wanted to do to her...
The lights are out when we stumble through the door of her hotel room. I had to use all of my will power to get through the after party and not lay a single fucking hand on her. There were several members of the press who had been invited to the party, and Catherine and the Summit suits were making sure that Kris and I were never alone together, and even when we were with others from the cast, we never touched.
There was one point during the little shindig that I was able to find Kris in the dark hallway. Looking around, I didn't see anyone, so I took the opportunity to blanket her body with mine, pressing her further into the shadows to make sure we weren't seen.
Her body fit perfectly against mine. My hand glided up her exposed thigh.
"Fuck, Kris. I've wanted to touch you all night," I whispered in her ear, nipping the lobe before moving to kiss along her exposed collarbone. Damn, she tastes good!
"We can't do this here," she protested, but her body was arching into mine and when I snaked my tongue out and ran it along that beautiful exposed skin...she fucking moaned.
"I just need to check one thing." I slid my hand up her creamy thigh and under the little bubble of fabric of her dress. My fingers danced lightly up to find the tiny piece of material I was looking for.. "Damn, I was hoping you weren't wearing any panties..."
I turned and walked away from her, but not before noticing the small squeak she let out. My cock swelled to the point that I actually thought I was going to have to hit the loo and toss one off before heading back out into the crowd.
But...lucky me, I ran into a skanky Twi-whore who was drunk and daring enough to drape herself over me. Just her touch deflated my hard on faster than a naked Kellan (which thanks to his brilliant idea to streak almost daily during filming, was forever etched in my mind.). Thanks, love. Who knew one skank could cure a massive erection in seconds?
Untangling the drunk fromme took a little finagling, but eventually I was able to pawn her off on some script guy who had been using Twilight as his personal ticket to pussyland. He was more than happy to take her off my hands. And she was drunk enough that in the morning she would probably tell her friends that she got felt up by Robert Pattinson. If only I got as much pussy as they gave mecredit for...
The memory of Kristen's body pressed against mine earlier is now in the forefront of my mind as the door slides shut with a small click behind us.
"Rob," she whispers my name and it is the fucking sexist thing that I have ever heard. As if on command, my dick responds, causing my pants to tighten to a painful level.
"Fuck, Kris. Watching you in that dress all night...waiting for you to bend over so I might get a look at that pretty little ass of yours..." I grab her hand in mine and pull her closer to me, placing it on my swollen groin. "This is what you just saying my fucking name does to me. Imagine how much pain I've been in watching you with Kellan and Jackson all night. I hate that they can touch you and I can't."
"You touched me, baby," she purrs as she begins to move her hand over my straining erection, causing me to actually groan. The feel of the rough fabric over my cock is like nothing else. And the fact that she is the one causing it makes it all the better.
"Rob, touch me." Her breathless whisper almost makes me blow my load right then. I can't deny her anything...
My fingers don't hesitate to slip up her legs to that spot that I had been thinking about all night. I know that she is wearing panties, and all I can think about is, what kind of panties? Are they little white cotton ones, or a black g-string. Maybe ones with little pink flowers...
OR NOTHING!
"Kris?"
"Hmmmm..." There is a hint of playfulness in her voice.
"I'm pretty sure that I felt panties covering this," I gently cup her warm sex with my hand, letting a finger move over her lips. All I can think about is, what if she had bent over in front of someone. No one is allowed to see this perfect little pussy but me.
"Ummmm...something happened to them?" A coy little smile is playing on her lips.
I quickly wipe that smile off her face as I rub my thumb over her clit and watch as her eye lids lower and her lips pull into a small "o."
"That's very naughty, Kris. I mean a good girl should always know where her panties are..." I let the words hang in the air as I pull my hand from under her dress and step back from her. The look on her face is absolutely the most adorable bloody thing that I have ever seen. First, she is upset with me that I have stopped my ministrations, then quickly my words sink in and a naughty smile slides into place.
"I have been naughty, Rob. I'm sorry. I promise from now on, I will always know where my panties are."
"Too late, Kristen. I'm going to have to punish you, or you will never learn," I whisper, my voice is deep and I see her shiver. She actually shivered!
Her eyes darken to a deep emerald, almost black. Oh hell yes, she's into this. Before I can even think to do anything else, she makes a move toward the bed. On instinct, I reach out and grab her around the waist with one arm. My other hand is already working my belt. I have got to have her...NOW.
"Ah ah ah...there are lessons to be learned here, Kristen. You aren't getting off that easily." I reel her in to me, her back pulled tight against my chest. "And I mean that in every sense of the word," I whisper in her ear. Another fucking shiver.
She lets out a small squeak, but I feel her body relax into mine, giving herself over to me. Her round ass presses against my hardened shaft and for a second I almost lose it and give in to her. Then I remember that she needs to be taught a lesson.
My lips linger on her exposed collarbone, and I wonder if she chose this dress to remind me of LA. Little tease. I have to taste her right now, allowing my tongue to snake out and draw one long lick over the bare skin at the small indentation where her shoulder and neck meet. Kristen's head lolls to the side giving me full access to all that glorious skin.
"Fuck, Rob," she breathes out. My hands move slowly up to cup her breasts through her dress, my thumb rubbing over her already hard nipples. Suddenly she is grinding her ass against my painfully erect cock. Jesus Christ! I have got to get inside her.
I can see where the back of the dress ties, and it looks like it is holding the whole damn thing up. Just one little tug, and I'm pretty sure all that black material will be in a pool at her feet. My lips travel over the soft skin of her shoulder blade to where the fabric is loosely knotted. Using my teeth, I gently pull at one end of the knot.
"Rob? What the hell are-" Her words are cut off as I roughly pinch her hardened nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She doesn't need to know what I'm doing. Naughty girls don't get to know...
Finally, the fabric parts, and as I predicted, when I remove my hands from her perfect tits, the dress slides down her body to rest at her feet. She is completely bare to me know, and it is the most beautiful fucking thing...ever.
Stepping over the pile at her feet, she moves to the bed. Before she can get too far, I reach for her again, keeping in her place. My other hand is furiously undoing my pants and I actually let out a long breathe of relief when they glide over my hips, springing my hardened cock.
"Bend over, Kristen," I command as I lightly push her to the bed. "Bad girls need to be reminded about their misdeeds, and losing your panties is a definite no-no." I shake my head and almost come as Kristen leans over the bed and pokes her ass out towards me. I'm done.
I lightly slap her creamy cheek. The moan that vibrates through her body nearly throws me over the edge, but then I see the pale pink blossom where I smacked her ass, and I can't control myself any longer. Foreplay will have to wait until next time.
I grab my cock in my hand and use one leg to push hers further apart in order to accommodate me. She is wriggling her ass against me, wanting it as much as I do. There is nothing sexier than Kristen ready and wanting me. I don't know how long I can last as I guide my cock into the velvety warmth of her pussy. My hands hold her hips and I pull her back against me as she moans my name.
Leaning down, I let my tongue slip out to taste her again...
CLICK...CLICK...CLICK
What the fuck?
I looked around and realized that I was still on the red carpet. Shit!
Shaking my head to rid it of those fucktastic fantasies I was having, I realized that I had a hard on that could cut glass. I shifted slightly to try and release some pressure, earning a small giggle from Kristen.
Fortunately, one of the organizers appeared at that moment and ushered us into the theatre. I'm sure that my face couldn't have been any more red and my walk any more stiff.
Once in the theatre, I looked around to see who else from the cast had arrived already, relieved to see Kellan and Ashley making their way to where Kristen and I were standing, just inside the doors. Seconds before they reached us, Kristen leaned over to me and whispered, "Rob, are you being a naughty boy? Am I going to have to punish you later?"
At her words, shudder rippled through my body and I had to make a quick excuse to head to the loo before I ruined the expensive silk pants I was wearing. Next time I'm telling the stylist that I want a jacket that hangs to my knees. Hell, maybe I'll start a new fucking fashion trend? But at least I won't embarrass myself in front of the damn paparazzi again!
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