CPOV
"What are you so scared off?" I ask looking deep into his eyes. After everything I had learnt about Rob I was surprised to hear him say that he was scared. He loved acting, that I could tell from the way he spoke about his cast mates and films he had worked on. After a long three minutes of silence he finally spoke, though it was only one word.
"I..." he swallowed hard as if the words were getting stuck in his throat. Suddenly his lips were on mine. It wasn't like his other kisses, this was more rough and urgent, and it took me by surprise. I react to his lips and move mine against his. His hand snakes it ways from my neck down to the base of my back. He pulled me into him and I feel that he is hard. A moan escapes his mouth as I push my body closer into him. I considered stopping him before it got too far. I knew he was doing this to distract me from my question but who was I kidding? I had been wanting this since last night and now as his tongue parted my lips I wanted him more.
He quickly pulls my top up over my head and it is discarded on the floor, where moments later his top joined mine. I run my hands over his body, taking in how each of his muscles felt as his hands explore me further. Rob effortlessly lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries us to my bedroom. He lies me down softly and takes a step back to look at me from head to toe.
"Are you sure you want this Charlie?" he asks, his voice now deep and my god, so sexy.
I sit up and pull the waistband on his trousers to move him closer to me. He softly moves a strand of my hair away from my face as I begin to undo his trousers, my eyes never leaving his. He gasps as I plant one tender kiss on him and then move my kisses up the rest of his body slowly. I loved the sounds coming from Rob's mouth as I teased him until he couldn't take any more.
"Please Charlie. I'm going mad here!" he moaned. I pull him down on top of me and he pulls my trousers and panties off. As I nibble on his neck and his remaining clothes scatter across the room and we are finally complete naked. He stokes my inner thigh with his finger, teasing me now but his patience wears off as he pushes a finger into me. I moan loudly at the sensation against his lips and I feel him smile. It doesn't take long for me to almost reach my climax. That boy did wonders with his hands that I had never thought was possible. My breath becomes shorter, close to being there but he pulls away laughing. Unbelievable!
"You're not the only one who can tease you know". I had no idea what came over me, I put it down to the pure electricity that was running through my body or my impatience, but the dominating side of me came out.
"Robert Patterson, I swear that if you don't fuck me now, so help me god, I will pin you down, tie you up and take you myself". What sounded like growl came from Rob and he practically jumped on the bed, pushing me against the wall.
"You really shouldn't have said that" his grin turning devilish.
He pushed himself inside of me and began moving slowly. I moan again as he picks up the pace, getting faster and harder with every thrust. I bite his neck and my finger nails run down his back as it gets more heated. His hands pull me closer, though I really didn't think we could get any closer than we were. Using all of my strength I push him over so I now sat on top, riding him. Our eyes meet and I knew that this was not just sex, it was so much more. I grind into him and he moans more until we are both practically there. The smallest gesture of Rob taking my hand made my heart melt as we both finally came together. I fall onto his chest, completely out of breath and Rob's chest rises and falls rapidly.
"That was unbelievable" he managed to get out his breath ragged. He kisses my head softly as we lay there completely euphoric.
CPOV continued
I wake up the next morning to find my bed empty. My heart sank as I realised that Rob had gone. His clothes that were thrown across the room in our heated experience were no longer to be seen. All that was left was a note on his pillow. I open it up slowly like it could burn me at any moment and read.
Good morning my love,
I will be back soon so don't worry. I've gone to get a newspaper and us some breakfast.
I won't be long.
Rob xoxo
I smile at how he seemed to know that I would be worried finding him not here. I remember the events of last night and I blush at my forwardness, though no one was there to see it. I decide to take a shower in the hope that my dirty mind would be distracted from something other than the way Rob felt inside of me. The shower didn't do its job but I certainly felt more alive after it. I wrap myself in a towel and déjà vu washed over me as there is knocking at the door. I open the door to see Rob standing there, coffee in his hands and a paper tucked under his arm.
"I'm hoping that this is going to become a regular thing, you opening your door half naked" he joked. He lets himself in but plants a passionate kiss on my lips making my legs feel like jelly. I love the way he does that to me. He sits down at the table and pulls out a chair for me, motioning for me to look at the paper. Sure enough, as he had explained the night before, his face was on the front page. The headline read 'British actor to take on the role of fictions most sexy vampire'.
"You're playing a vampire!" I laugh.
"The most sexy vampire" he corrects me, a smile tugging at his lips.
"At some point, you're going to have to tell me what this film is about", I state. He pushes a coffee towards me and motions for me to drink it as he makes himself at home by placing some bread in the toaster. By the time he is seated my eyes wander over the rest of the article. There are photos of the other cast members and captions explaining who they are playing and what they have been in before. I read on and see that the article focuses on Rob and his leading lady, Kristen Stewart. I can't help but feel a pang of jealousy as I read about the chemistry that was witnessed in the audition. It then goes on to hint that most leading actors will feel, at some point, what the characters feel for each other. I have no reason to feel jealous, hell, I don't even know this girl but for some reason this article stayed in the back of my head. I can feel Rob's eyes on my and I slowly look up to meet his gaze.
"So what do you think?" he asked, seemingly genuinely wanting to know my thoughts.
"It's great" I lie a little. I was excited for him but there was a small feeling in the pit of my stomach that would not go away. "I love the photos. You all look great". He goes to the kitchen counter and spreads butter on our toast. I expected him to sit back down but he pulled on his beanie and his sunglasses, as a piece of toast sat in between his teeth.
"Well you need to get to work and I have more rehearsals today. I'll try and call you later, hopefully we won't be finishing too late. Sam told me to be round his by 8 so I'll pick you up at 7", he said and he planted a soft kiss on my lips before he left. I sat there for ten minutes before my body decided to react. I wasn't going to see him till tomorrow night and all I had to look forward to today was drunken idiots and beer covered tables. Great...just fucking great! Sat idle on the table was the newspaper taunting me even more.
The night was just as bad as I thought it would be. Not only did a glass shatter in my hand and a countless number of men thought it was okay to grab my arse, but I had more than ten texts from jack. Most of them saying the same shit about missing me and wanting me back. They began to get more abusive later in the night, clearly reflecting how much he was drinking. Words like bitch...cock tease...slut appeared more than once and by this point I was considering putting my phone in the glass washer. The only thing that stopped me was the thought of not being able to speak to Rob later. He had found time to text me throughout the day, and even apologised for his quick exit this morning. His day wasn't going much better from what he told me. The scheduling for filming had been messed around again and Rob said that he had no idea whether he was coming or going. At least we could both look forward to another night together tomorrow. My phone rings and I smile hoping that it would be Rob but I felt sick when I saw Jack's name on my caller ID. This was getting beyond a joke! He needed to be told. I answer the phone and without waiting for him to talk, I begin my rant.
"You have to be fucking kidding me Jack! When are you going to get the hint? I didn't reply to a single text message and you think that warrants you to call me! No it doesn't and I am beyond pissed off right now. STOP CALLING ME...STOP TEXTING ME..." I said the next part loudly and slowly so his small brain could keep up. "I. WILL. NEVER. GET. BACK WITH. YOU. EVER! NOW FUCK OFF!" I slam my phone down and pick up a glass and hurl it at the wall. Thankfully we had closed and there was no one in the bar except for me and Jazz. Jazz runs out of the office, complete panic on his face.
"Charlie are you okay?" the worry lines in his forehead slowly disappear as he sees that I am physically okay. "Shit Charlie, I thought you had fallen in the bottle bin or something. Thought there was going to be blood everywhere!"
"Nope, no new blood" I say showing him my now bandaged hand. Thankfully the cuts hadn't been too deep and the glass came out with ease, though it didn't feel that way at the time.
"Can I ask you a question Jazz?"
"Go for it" he said slightly wary at my possible question.
"Why is it that just when things seem to be going okay in the present, something form you past raises its ugly head and tries to ruin it?" I said as I helped myself to a double measure of vodka and knocked it back in one. The burning sensation felt good.
"Um...I take it you mean Jack? Has he been calling again?" I nod as the worry lines reappear then slowly turn into ones of anger. "That son of bitch! I swear to god, next time I see him, I am going to tear him a new arse hole!" I can't help but smile at Jazz's attempt at being mean. He and I both knew he was the biggest softie and wouldn't know how to throw a decent punch. He came behind the bar and poured both of us another drink. "One for the road" he said as we both threw them back. It was getting late and I Rob should be calling soon. I feel better after my not so little rant and decide that I wouldn't tell Rob about It. He had enough to worry about without me adding to it. Knowing Rob he would do to Jack what Jazz had described and I don't think I could live with the guilt knowing that I had out his career in jeopardy. No, it was definitely a better idea to keep my mouth shut.
