Playing The Field

Chapter 8

Travis Kelce

On the drive back to my house, my whole body is filled with anticipation. On the drive back to my house, my whole body is filled with anticipation. Having Taylor on my lap, her breath warm against my ear, her fingers lightly grazing my neck, sends shivers down my spine. I can hardly contain my excitement. I glance over at her, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint, and I can't help but smile. Taylor's question about leaving the party has sent a jolt of excitement through me. The night has been incredible so far, but the thought of having her all to myself makes my heart race.

The city lights pass by, casting fleeting shadows on Taylor's face as we make our way to my house. I glance over at Taylor, who's resting her head on my shoulder, her fingers intertwined with mine. She looks beautiful, her eyes filled with a mix of playful mischief and desire. Her spontaneity is something I admire, and I can't help but smile. I know there's no need to hide anymore, but this private moment between us feels like a treasure that I want to cherish.

I grip the steering wheel with one hand and use the other to caress Taylor's thigh, a silent promise of what's to come. Her hand finds mine, and our fingers intertwine, creating a connection that transcends words. It's as if we're in our own little world, and nothing else matters.

As we pull up to my house, the anticipation grows stronger. We step out of the car and make our way inside. As soon as the door closes behind us Taylor is on me. Her lips find mine in a swift movement and my arms grip her small wait as I press her against the door. She hums against my mouth as I grip her tighter, lighting her up and sliding my hands down her legs to guide them around my hips.

Taylor clings onto me as I carry her up the stairs towards my bedroom, our lips rapidly moving against each other's briefly breaking apart sometimes to explore each other's necks. I place Taylor down on the bed and press some of my weight into her. "Are you sure about this?" I ask.

"More than sure" She responds, before pulling my lips back to hers, her hands caressing my jaw. I lift Taylor up, reaching for the zipper on the back of her dress and pulling it down slowly. While I'm unzipping her dress, her hands push off my jacket and find the bottom of my T-shirt. She takes it off in a smooth motion before her hands whip back down and caress my abs. My head tilts back and I let out a small whimper as she starts kissing down my jaw and neck.

Taylor slips out of the straps of her dress, slowly undressing her body until she's lying in front of me in nothing but her bra and panties. My heart pounds against my chest so hard it feels like it might burst through my skin. Taylor reaches for my pants and undoes them, pulling them down until I'm in nothing but my boxers. I guide Taylor to the centre of the bed, holding myself up above her, scared I might crush her if I put all my body weight on her.

In a blur, we're tearing off the remainder of our clothes until we're lying together completely bare. I reach to my bedside table, pull out a condom and quickly put it on. "You sure you want to, Darling?"

"Yes, Travis" she breathes heavily. My hand slips between her legs, slightly rubbing before slipping two fingers into her and testing if she's ready for me. A moan slips out of her lips as I repeat the stroking motion until she clenches around my fingers and cries out.

After she comes down from her high, she gleams up at me with pleading eyes, wanting more. I position myself in front of and slide in. My brain goes blank and I lose my vision. "You're going to kill me, Darling," I say through clenched teeth as I start to regain my vision.

"Good" She responds as she wraps her legs around me and pulls me down for a deep kiss. We fall into a rhythm that's full of moans and breathy whispers until we both reach our climaxes and fall onto the bed, becoming a tangle of sweaty limbs and sheets.

Taylor curls into my chest as I stroke her hair and kiss her forehead.

"Thank you for tonight, Trav" She mumbles into my chest. It's the first time she's called me Trav and I like it a lot. I curl into her, shocked that I'm lying in bed with Taylor Swift. My heart is thumping so hard in my chest that Taylor must feel it against her cheek.

"Thank you for everything, Darling," I tell her before we drift off into a blissful sleep.