Stay, stay, stay

lovesick

I'm pulling at the bangs falling into my face not being quite happy with it.
"Urgh, this coat really annoys me" I try to shrug it off my long, brown gant coat but it's not working.
"I can't do this, there is not enough space in here and I'm hot and I'm starting to sweat and my bangs don't sit right and-" I can feel tears starting to form in eyes.
"Hey, baby. Calm down, hey it's okay. You'll be okay. We'll be okay." Travis cups his hands around my face and presses his soft lips onto mine.
"Don't cry, it'll ruin your beautiful makeup" He says which makes me giggle.
"Ms. Swift, we're here." My driver announces and Travis squeezes my hand three times before he asks:"Are you ready?"
"No" I say.
He looks into my eyes and holds my gaze for a few seconds.
"Are you ready?" He asks again, brushing a thumb over my cheek.
I take a deep breath.
"Yes"
"Alright, that's my girl."

He smiles and gets out of the door and I take a few more deep breaths before I see my bodyguard appearing behind the tinted car window, ready to open the door. But before he actually can, I see Travis coming around putting a hand on my bodyguard's shoulder and I can only assume that Travis is telling him that he's opening my door. In a world of boys, he's a gentleman and I don't know how I deserved him.
And as I assumed Travis opens my door and gives me his hand to help me out of car. He steps aside while he lets go of my hand only to let it glide over my stomach, so he can turn around and close the door. Not once breaking our physical contact he immediately grabs my hand again and guides us through the shouting mass of paparazzi. And although I am a mess inside I feel so safe around him. When we reach the door of the studio, I can feel the warmth of his hand on my lower back as he guides me through it. God, his mum did a good job raising him.

As we get inside, I take a quick look around, grab the collar of the designer jacket he's wearing and pull him towards me. My back tumbles against the cool wall and the coat falls off on of my shoulders and exposes the black corset I'm wearing underneath. His eyes glide over my shoulder down my chest.
"Jesus, Taylor." He hoarsely whispers and I cut him off by bringing my lips onto his. My tongue traces his bottom lip and he lets out a quiet moan that only I'm able to hear. I'm getting horny now that the initial adrenaline rush is slowly wearing off and grind myself against him but Travis puts his hands on my hips and stops me.
"I can't believe what I'm about to say but Taylor, if you don't want me to do this skit with a boner we gotta stop it now"
I pout and cross my arms in front of my chest like I little kid.
"I promise, I will make it up to you as soon as we get into the car and are on the way back home" He says while he plops a kiss on my cheek. After he told me off I wasn't expecting him to press his thumb on my clit and even through my pants I could feel everything. I gasp and grab his shoulder.
"Good god, Travis"
"Everything alright?" I can hear Tree shouting through the hallway. She must've arrived shortly after we did but she and the other staff use a different entrance.
"Yeah, we're fine." Travis says, grinning down at me, knowing exactly what he just did. He puts his arm around my waist and we make our way to Tree.
"Taylor, are you feeling well? You look a little flushed." Tree asks me.
"Yes, I'm fine. I was just nervous about the paparazzi and stuff. How much time before my skit starts?" I want to know.
"Um, oh. You have 10 minutes, then you'll introduce Ice Spice and then it's Travis' turn. Ahh, and don't forget the after party."
She explains while looking at her itinerary.
"Okay, then I'll just go to the bathroom real quick" I smile and excuse myself because I can absolutely not be in front of a camera in this state. I need to get off. Now. And if Travis won't help me I gotta do it myself. That's what we call a self sufficient woman. I find the bathroom and lock the door, putting my bag and coat down. I don't even bother sitting down. I just open the buttons of my pants and let my hand glide inside of my black lace underwear. My eyes closed, I lean my head back against the wall start rubbing my throbbing clit. I can already feel the climax coming since I've been wet and horny the whole time. I let my fingers slide over my entrance and can suppress a quiet whimper. Deciding that now is not the time to tease myself I thrust two fingers inside and curl them up, hitting my G-Spot. I keep thrusting them while I cup my breast with the other hand. It doesn't take long before my whole body gets stiff and I come all over my finger. A little out of breath I clean myself up and make sure I don't look too messy and make my way out again.
I find Travis and Tree standing in the lounge when I let my hand slide around his waist.
He looks down at me and asks if I'm okay.
"I'm absolutely fine." I say with a mischievous smile and wink at him.
He furrows his brows and looks confused before his mouth falls open and he gets what I've been up to in the past few minutes. Before he can say something Tree tells me that it's time for my part. I give him another wink and make my way onto the stage.