by Jamie Knight
And then I was even more surprised when Robert got up and led me to the bathroom, but not before telling Landon that he basically needed to fuck me right then. I can’t believe he would say something like that.
I know I should be embarrassed. But to be honest, I’m mostly just turned on. But I tell myself not to be, because this is a crazy situation and letting my hormones dictate what I do can only make it crazier.
Robert pulls me into the plane’s bathroom, and I am surprised, but not unhappy. Honestly, I was having a hard time keeping it civil with Landon. He always tries to pull on my nostalgia to get me to like him. That and bringing up how close he is with my dad.
Landon and I definitely spent a lot of time together while we were growing up, but that was more because his family and mine were friends. I just hung out with him because it was easier than complaining all the time or being bored constantly – and sometimes we had fun.
I wish that he hadn’t turned into such a douche as we got older. I wish my dad wasn’t always constantly trying to force him onto me, and I wish he wasn’t always going along with it. For these reasons, we don’t usually take these trips down memory lane.
“So, Landon,” Robert says.
“Yeah, sorry about him.”
I’m not sure what else to say on the subject. I wish Robert didn’t have to meet him so soon. I’d prefer for him to never have to meet him at all, but I had known that wouldn’t be possible. If the plan was for us to pretend to be married for a year, Robert would get to meet most of the people in my life, for better or worse.
“Why aren’t you marrying him?” Robert asks. “You guys seem good for one another.”
I tilt my head to the side because I don’t know why Robert is saying any of this. I thought I was making it obvious that I was uncomfortable while Landon was trying to make moves on me. It’s a little amusing, though, that he’s so pressed by it.
“Landon is actually the guy I’m trying to not have to marry, by marrying you.”
Robert narrows his eyes, but doesn’t say anything, so I keep talking.
“My dad really likes him and thinks he’s some kind of godsend, but he’s a manipulative bastard who will use his money to get whatever he wants. And he just wants more of it. I’ll never understand his seemingly never-ending greed.”
“I can tell he likes your dad. Won’t shut up about him.”
Yeah, I’ve been a part of those conversations for quite a while now. I know how much Landon likes to mention my father.
“I didn’t want to get on this jet with him. He just kept being so insistent and I couldn’t have him calling my dad. I need this whole thing to work and I’m sure you do too. I was just trying to be civil because we’re all on this plane together.”
I’ve learned over and over that just tolerating Landon is the easiest way to go. Maybe I should speak up and let the fallout happen at some point. It’s clearly taking somewhat of a toll on me, trying to keep everyone happy. I’m getting fake married, for Pete’s sake.
Robert and I share an awkward silence. I’m waiting for him to say something, anything. I want to explain the entire history of why I’m here, but this bathroom is really small and the two of us are almost pressed against one another, so maybe this isn’t the time.
I can feel the heat from his body, and I want to touch him, but he is looking at me with a rather annoyed expression on his face. I bite my lip because I’m getting nervous. He looks at my mouth, his eyes scanning over my lips, before returning his gaze to my eyes.
“You know you’re manipulating me with your money,” Robert comments.
I sigh because I know that that’s kind of true. I had realized this before I had even gone to his house – it was something I was worried about him complaining about. I have no way to respond to what he’s saying, so I stay quiet.
“Maybe you and this Landon guy deserve each other.”
That one hurts a lot more, but I keep myself from flinching. He watches me, probably waiting to see if I’ll break down or something, but I hold my ground.
“Maybe I should just –”
Robert moves like he’s going to leave the bathroom, so I pull him back. I can’t have him giving up on the plan now. We’re so close to both having what we want. And if Landon finds out, he’ll go running to my dad and I’ll never get to have the freedom I want in my life.
I pull Robert close to my body and I can see the question in his eyes. Not knowing what else to do, I kiss him. He doesn’t move at first, but then he wraps his arms around my waist. He pushes his pelvis into mine and I can feel his erection growing.
I bring my hands up to cup both of his cheeks and bite his bottom lip. He growls and that ignites me even more. I break our kiss but keep my face close to his.
“Didn’t you say you had to have your way with me?” I whisper.
I know that at the time he said it, it was just a tactic to get us away from Landon, but I’m not totally against the idea. If Landon already has it in his head that Robert is fucking me in here, I may as well get fucked.
“Is that what you want? For me to do whatever I want to you?”
I know his question is digging into something deeper than just what’s going on in this bathroom. There’s not an ounce of innocence there, but that’s not what’s got me hesitant. But I want to stay in this moment, so, instead of getting into a tizzy over the underlying meanings of Robert’s words, I center myself.
“Right now, yes,” I answer.
I feel his hand go down my body until it’s at my thigh. He slowly circles his finger up and down my inner thigh, over my pants. His touch is unbelievably erotic – the fact that he’s so deliberate in his pacing – it’s pushing me towards the edge.
“Okay,” is Robert’s simple response.
He rarely reveals a lot of himself, which is something that just makes me even more curious about him. I want to peel back the layers of him and learn more, but he is so good at hiding himself.
Maybe I should hold a few of my own cards closer to my chest, I think. Maybe I should keep some of my own secrets.
Robert’s hand moves higher, pushing out all my thoughts. He brings his hand over the juncture of my thighs, lightly skimming back and forth.
I’m still fully clothed, so I can’t feel everything, but that doesn’t mean I’m not turned on. I can feel my panties becoming soaking wet. I feel like I should be embarrassed by how easily Robert can twist my senses, but I don’t care. I just want him to keep making me feel good.
Robert moves his hand even higher, until he reaches the hem of my pants. He slips his hand inside, past my underwear, and hooks his finger so it’s on my clit. I hold on to whatever I can as he takes his time moving his finger around on me.
“How’s that?” he asks, in a tone of voice low enough that it sounds like a growl.
I nod, not knowing what to say – not really wanting to say anything. I focus on the way he’s making me feel instead.
All of a sudden, his hand is gone, and I’m being spun around. Robert turns me so I’m looking into the small mirror. I can see him behind me. He’s looking downward, and I can hear him fiddling with his jeans.
Next, I feel him peeling my pants off of my legs. They’re pushed down so they’re around my ankles. My underwear joins them.
“I need to get a condom,” Robert says.
“What?”
“Let me get something out of my pants,” he says.
“Okay,” I tell him, trying not to giggle as I think of the double entendre.
This is seriously hot sex, but somehow, I still feel silly and fun— it’s as if Robert makes my mood so much better.
He puts on the condom. And then I feel Robert’s hand on my ass, rubbing against one of my cheeks. I watch him in the mirror. He seems transfixed, looking down. I have my hands on the edge of the small sink, using the surface to keep myself from falling over.
I’m waiting for Robert to make some kind of move and then, suddenly, he’s inside me
. I’m beginning to think he likes the swift entrance. I start forward when he enters me, but I use my hands to keep from banging into the wall.
Robert doesn’t let up, anchoring himself by holding on to my hips and bringing my pelvis down on him. I feel every inch of him going in and out of my aching, wet pussy, and I can’t stop the wanton sounds coming out of my mouth.
“Jesus Christ!” I yell.
One of Robert’s hands leaves my hip and goes to cover my mouth and he leans over me, his mouth by my ear.
“Be quiet!” he tells me. “Be my good little quiet girl, so that we don’t get in trouble fucking on your rich friend’s plane.”
His pace doesn’t let up and I’m still making all the same noises that I was before, but his palm muffles them. The hand on my hip snakes to my front and he begins to play with my clit again. It feels like he’s touching me everywhere, his body giving mine so much pleasure.
Feeling bold, I bite the skin on his palm that is covering my mouth.
“Fuck!”
Robert says this while removing his hand from my mouth. But then he moves it to my neck, pushing me up so I’m flush against him and the two of us are looking at each other in the mirror.
“You really are a bad girl, aren’t you?” he asks.
His hand slaps my ass cheek a bit, and I like it.
The finger on my clit adds even more pressure, his dick moving a little slower now. I put my hand on his wrist and I dig my nails into his skin as the tension mounts in my body. My mouth isn’t covered anymore, but the hand on my throat helps to quiet the louder gasps emanating from me.
“Dear God!” I shriek, as my body bursts around me.
I throw my head back, my body quivering, as I ride out the hot wave crashing all throughout it.
“Shit!” I hear Robert say, behind me.
I feel his cock pulse inside me while his cum shoots out into the condom inside me. Then I take my time to calm down, lazily pulling Robert’s hand from my neck.
While still inside of me, Robert places soft kisses on my neck and I giggle, still thinking about how he said he had something in his pants he wanted to take out.
“What’s so funny?” Robert asks, as he kisses up and down my neck.
I consider telling him what I’m thinking, but I don’t want to break what I’m sure is only momentary happiness between the two of us.
“Nothing, I’m just happy,” is what I tell him.
He hums into my skin. He nips at the dip in my neck before taking himself out of my body. Robert stops kissing me and I hear him putting his pants back on. I remember that I’m a bit of a mess, with sex hair and everything. My face is flushed and sweaty, too.
I see one of Robert’s hands reach forward and grab a few paper towels.
“Can you turn on the sink?” he asks me.
I nod and turn the water on. He puts his hands around me, so he can wet the paper towels.
Once he’s done, he takes the paper towel and washes my face and neck.
“Looks like we both got a little worked up,” he says, wiping the sweat from his own brow, next. When he finishes, he helps me pull my pants back on.
We’re once again standing and looking at one another in the mirror. I’m not sure what to do now.
“We should get back out there,” Robert tells me.
He’s right, but I want a few more seconds to fix myself up.
“You can go first. I’ll be right out.”
Robert nods and leaves the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror.
My hair is a little messy, which I fix by just putting it into a bun on top of my head. Thankfully, I didn’t wear any makeup this morning, so nothing got smudged when Robert washed my fact.
I splash a little more water on it, though. I’m still a little shocked that Robert and I just had sex in the bathroom of Landon’s private jet.
Oh, shit… I’m sure Landon heard us – we weren’t being particularly quiet. Robert had told me to be, but I didn’t exactly follow his advice. And he didn’t exactly even follow his own advice.
And now I’m going to have to go out there and see him after all of that. Hopefully, I can stop myself from blushing. I don’t want to appear ‘weak’ in front of him.
I finish up in the bathroom and go back to where Robert and Landon are sitting. They aren’t talking to one another, but everything looks fairly civil, if not awkward as all hell.
I sit back down next to Robert. Landon watches me the entire time, his face unreadable.
The one thing to be noted is that he isn’t smiling, and neither does he even have that signature smug look on his face. Even though I’m worried that he heard us having sex, it’s nice to see him so pushed off center. Maybe now he’ll finally understand that I want him in my life as little as possible.
I’m going to have to thank Robert for that later. And for some other things, as well.
Chapter Twenty
Savannah
The plane finally lands, and we get leave the aluminum prison we were stuck in with Landon for the past couple hours. Talking resumed between the three of us after a little bit, but only small chat.
Landon kept his distance. He didn’t try to touch me again which was nice. Our point seems to have been effectively made. And he didn’t even say anything about what took us so long in the bathroom. I suppose he’d figured it out. But I’m surprised he hasn’t called us out on it, or threatened to tell my dad on me.
After disembarking, the three of us are standing outside. We still have to call a cab to drive us down to the Vegas strip. We’re currently in the hanger, where the private planes get to stay, so we need to go to where all the cabs are picking up people.
“So, off to hear those wedding bells, huh?” Landon asks.
It’s barely a question, but I’m sure he’s talking us up because he wants something. That’s just how Landon is. I nod, and Robert makes an affirmative sound.
“I’m sure I can take some pictures to send to your dad,” Landon says. “That way he won’t feel like he’s missing out.”
I get really tense at the idea of Landon coming to the wedding – and not just because I’ve got this scheme going. Even if Robert and I were getting married for love, the old fashioned way – eloping and having Elvis walk me down the aisle and all of that – I wouldn’t want Landon there.
“We’ll be fine,” I try to tell him. “We’ve got all that stuff figured out already.”
That’s just a half-truth. The only thing missing is a witness, but I’m sure we can pay someone to do that for us. I already filled out the application for our marriage license, which we can pick up on the way to whatever chapel we choose. And, obviously, there are a lot to choose from, in Vegas.
“Are you sure?” Landon asks, being as annoying and pushy as he usually is. “I think your dad will really appreciate it that someone close to the family was there to witness this momentous occasion.”
I’m worried that I’m going to have to let this idiot come to my wedding. I don’t have any real excuse to keep him away.
“I mean –”
“We want to be alone,” Robert says, putting his foot down in a very effective and simple manner.
I have to admit, my pussy clenches at the stern tone of his voice, and I can feel my panties get drenched all over again.
Landon looks between the two of us and I shrug. I’m not about to give him a different answer.
“I totally understand,” he finally says, even though it’s clear that the only thing that made him have to understand was Robert’s insistence. “Have a good wedding.”
We say goodbye to Landon and find ourselves a cab.
While we’re looking for one, I think about how easily Robert just got Landon to back off. I’m grateful that he did, because if he hadn’t, it would have been the three of us trying to get to the chapel. That’s how much of a wimp I am, about anything having to do with my dad.
I’m also more than a little impressed with Robert. Not many peo
ple can stand up to Landon. He likes to intimidate people with his money or whatever threats he can muster. That’s the other reason why I’m always entertaining him- in addition to his relationship with my father. But today I get a pass.
We find ourselves a cab. After we make sure Landon isn’t following us – which is something I’m sure he would do, I tell Robert, “I’m ready to get married right away if you are. There are a few things we have to pick up, but I think it’s best if we knock this out right away.”
“Okay,” Robert answers.
I’m expecting him to say more, but he doesn’t. We stop by the Clark County Marriage Bureau. It’s supposed to be easy to get the license, and it is. It’s kind of weird having it in my hands. I know we’re not married yet, but it keeps feeling more and more real with each step we take.
“Are you ready?” I ask Robert.
I just want to be sure that he’s really on board with this plan. Actually being in Vegas is making me realize exactly how crazy this plan is.
“Yeah,” Robert answers.
He’s been rather quiet ever since we left the bathroom on the jet. I also think he’s just a little bit like that all the time – super serious.
I take out my phone and look up nearby wedding chapels. I find one that’s open, close by, and doesn’t look like it’ll be too busy – I don’t want a long wait.
We have the cab drive us over and go inside. The chapel looks nice and, even though this isn’t real, I like that this place isn’t a broken-down hovel.
We put our names on the docket and find someone there who is willing to be our witness for a small fee. While we sit and wait, Robert and I don’t really talk. I wonder if this is what our actual “relationship” will be like: a lot of long silences, with some sexy moments scattered in between.
We get called up and I pay before we can say our vows. I know this marriage is fake, I keep saying that to myself, but I’m still beyond nervous. I mean, I’m legitimately getting married. This thing will be legally binding.