Fic: Left Wanting More
Title: Left Wanting More
Rating: NC-17
Summary: After the MTV movie awards...my first try at like, writing sex stuff, so please, don't judge me too much...
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“I hate you.”
I hear a chuckle behind me as I slam the door into my hotel suite. I march through the bedroom and into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. I face the mirror on the wall with a sigh. Stupid British idiot.
“Kris, love, open the door.” He calls.
“It’s not locked arsehole.”
Another chuckle, “Yes, but I figured you’d closed the door as an effort to keep me out, therefore I thought I’d pretend it was locked for you.”
I throw my make up wipe into the bin and pull the door open to see him standing there, leaning against the wall smirking.
“You’re such a dick.” I snarl as I pass him.
“Ah c’mon love, you thought it was funny...admit it, you did.”
I wheel around to face him, “I’m sorry, do you want to dig that hole a bit deeper?”
He flops down onto the bed and puts his arms behind his head.
“I just want to show people that you’re mine.”
I stare at him while he looks at the ceiling, refusing to meet my eye. I sigh and sit next to him.
“I know you do, but that was just, ugh, we said we weren’t going to, and then you had to leave me wanting more, on live fucking TV and you just sauntered off and...you fucking kissed me on TV Rob. You know how I feel about it.” I rant.
He rolls over to face me, smirking again.
“Left you wanting more did I?” he asks.
I stand up in a flash and march away from him.
“Did you not listen to a word I just said?!” I yell.
He gets up and stands in from of me.
“Of course I did love, but do you have no idea what that outfit was doing to me all night.” He sighs.
I allow a smirk to grace my lips as I look up at him, before remembering my objective.
“Don’t change the subject Robert.”
He laughs quietly and pulls me close to him, his hands resting on my hips.
“C’mon love, why don’t we do each other a favour? You’ve been teasing me all bloody night in that outfit, and I left you wanting more...I can think of a pretty good solution to this, can’t you” he says, trailing kisses up and down my neck.
“Nugh,” I moan. “Ro-ob, I wanted to talk about it.”
He sucks my pulse point and I raise my hands to his hair, clenching my hands into it.
“Can you even remember what you wanted to talk about?” he asks.
I want to push him away and yell at him for trying to distract me but those annoyingly clever hands of his are massaging my hips, getting closer and closer to where I need them to be.
“Fuck.” I hiss as one of his hands starts to palm my butt. “Talking can wait.”
He kisses his way along my jaw and up to my ear, “Correct answer.”
He reaches down my back and begins to unzip the dress ever so slowly, slower then I can take.
“Fuck Rob, hurry up.” I moan.
He chuckles as he pushes the skirt down so it pools around my feet and I step out of it, he quickly pulls my top over my head as I reach down to unbuckle his belt. We’ve long since passed the stage where we are self conscious in front of each other so I think nothing of him eyeing me in simply my bra and knickers. He pushes me back onto the bed and begins to kiss his way down my body.
“So beautiful.” He mutters.
I groan as he undoes my bra, taking my already hardened tips into his mouth.
“Ro-ob.”
He smirks against me as I rub my thighs together, trying to create some friction until one of his hands clamps down on my leg.
“Wait.”
I glance down at him in time to see his head disappear between my legs and I throw my head back and groan as his tongue licks my clit. I scrunch my eyes closed as he gently laps at me before dipping his tongue inside. My thighs close around his head as I pull him even closer, I can feel my walls clenching around his tongue when he pulls away abruptly.
“What the...” he pulls me into a kiss to end my sentence and I can taste myself on his tongue.
“You’re not the only one who’s had a problem this evening love. A rather big problem.” He growls as he bits down on my ear.
“Fuck.” I hiss.
“That is the general idea.” His accent tortures me as he continues to nip and lick at my ear, his other hand going to my clit.
“Noo, enough, you, need, you.” I am unable to even speak in full sentences but he understands.
He aligns himself in front of me and thrusts forwards. I groan and my head falls forwards, smacking onto his shoulder.
“Kris...” He moans. “Can’t, so tight.”
He quickly begins to move inside me, catching my mouth in a kiss as he does so. It’s not a sweet kiss, it’s a mess of teeth and tongues as we grind together, but at the same time he manages to pour all his love into it. I can feel myself tipping over the edge, one of my hands scratches down his back and the other pulls his hair as I scream his name into my release. He follows soon after, biting down on my neck to muffle his groans.
“I love you.” He pants, pulling out of me and rolling onto his back, taking me with him.
“I love you too.” I say, struggling to regain control of my breathing.
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I wonder into the bathroom wearing only one of Rob’s t-shirts, smirking as I remember the night before. All those girls longing for him, yet I was the one he wanted. I grin to myself in the mirror, feeling cheesy but unable to keep the smile off my face, that is until I glance in the mirror and notice evidence of last night, the sort of evidence we’re not allowed to leave. A dark purple-ish mark emblazes the side of my neck, right where Rob bit down last night. I stare at it in horror, before turning back to the bedroom.
“Rob I am going to fucking kill you!”