Stay, stay, stay

end game pt.II

"Mhh, guess we'll have to test if your lap works as good as the chair. I think my choreographer would disagree." I say as I lean my head against Travis' shoulder, when he got comfortable in the back of my drivers car.
"Back to the hotel, Ms. Swift and Mr. Kelce?"
"Yes, please. Thank you." I answered quickly before pressing the button for the divider.
"Oh and I do not really care what your choreographer says. I think my lap will do better work satisfying your wet pussy, than your chair ever will. And let me tell you one thing" He says, taking my chin softly between his hands and forcing me to look into his light green eyes as I catch his hard gaze, like he is looking right into me. "After tonight you will get undeniably wet and horny every time you perform vigilante shit because you will think about how you rubbed your pussy against me."
I gasp and feel a familiar pressure behind my lower abdomen. I crash my lips into his, leaving red lipstick marks on his face while my other hand starts undoing his pants. I let my cold hand glide into his boxers stroking his hard erection. His head falls against the headrest while I'm sitting on of his legs, facing him.
"Gosh, Taylor"
I smirk, when suddenly I have an idea.
I get off of his leg kneeling down in front of him, and spreading his legs with my hands, when my red lips connect with his tip.
"Dear Lord" he gasps and looks down on me.
I keep my eyes locked on his, while I'm slowly bopping my head and driving him crazy. Travis' mouth hangs slightly open and I know that he's just trying to keep it together so he wouldn't come right now.
"Tay, you're so good at this. I'm so close."
Suddenly the car comes to a halt and Travis' eyes fill with panic. We've been here before.

"Ms. Swift, Mr. Kelce, you ought to get out. There is a lot of traffic behind us."
"Oh, shit." I say, wiping my mouth with my hand and taking a quick look in the tinted window to make sure I look more or less presentable before getting out of the car. I don't think so but there's always the possibility of paparazzi waiting in front of the hotel.
I help Travis with his pants and he hisses when he pulls his boxers over his throbbing erection.
"We should stop getting at it when we're in the car" he says opening the door and helping me get out.
"But it's so fun" I whisper in his ear while I brush past him to the hotel lobby, where the concierge is already holding the elevator door open for us to get in.
"Ms. Swift, Mr.Kelce" he nods and gets with us on the elevator. Oh this can't be. I know where our room is. Why is he here ?
I rub my thighs together, anticipating what is about to happen as soon as we're in our room. It doesn't go unnoticed by Travis, who's looking down at me and then quickly forces his gaze to the door, folding his hands in front of his crotch. But you gotta be honest. He's a tall man. Even if he's really good at covering his erection, his bulge is still noticeable.
"We have arrived on the 13th floo-"
"Okay, thank you. Have a  good night." I cut the poor concierge off and grab Travis' hand pulling him to our room. I slam with my back against the door and pull his face close to mine, looking into his green eyes which are now almost completely black because his pupils are dilated so much. He softly bites my bottom lip causing me to moan in the middle of the empty hallway and gives my ass a light slap encouraging me to jump. I wrap my legs around his waist, grinding against his bulge while he's fiddling with the keycard, trying to open the door.
"You better hurry, or do you want to come in the hallway and make a mess?" I tease him while I nibble his earlobe.
"Baby Girl, you better behave or-" he finally opens the door to our room and stumbles inside.
"Or what?" I smirk and let my hand glide into his pants pulling out his cock.
"Or-, um- fuck- Taylor"
"Or what?" I ask again, this time a little more bossy.
He sits down on the edge of the bed, with me in his arms still grinding against him.
"I can't hold it mu-"
I squeeze my legs tighter around his waist, executing more pressure on his already sensible cock and causing him to come right there. He thrust upwards and spills his cum right on my midnights bodysuit accompanying the whole process with an arrangement of curse words.
"Fuck, Taylor. Someday you will be my end." He pants, still rubbing his cock between our bodies
"Oh, Trav. I already am." I say.

He puts me down and I take his hand, leading us to the spacious bathroom. The shower is made out of black marble tiles and right on the opposite wall is a big mirror. Oh, this is gonna be fun.
I start unbuttoning Travis' shirt and after that his pants. Once he's completely naked, I turn around before he gently pushes my hair to the side and grazes my neck with tiny kisses until he opens the zipper of the bodysuit. He quickly unclasps my bra and I get out of my shoes and my slip when his hands find my nipple and he starts flicking and rubbing them between his fingers. I let my hands roam over his trained shoulders and biceps until my back hits the cold marble tiles, causing me to shudder. Travis turns the shower on and the hot water rushes down on us, when he starts trailing kisses between my breasts down to my navel and this time I get goosebumps because it feels so good and not because the tiles are so cold. I arch my hips, when Travis is finally down on his knees, he says:"I want you to look at yourself. Do you understand? I want you to see what I see."
I nod. For someone who has always been insecure about their own body it's still hard to look in the mirror sometimes. Especially after a show, when I'm sweaty and tired. But now I do look in the mirror because the man who's about to give me the best orgasm said so. I look at myself to see my frizzy hair which started to curl because of the humidity and my lipstick which is smudged because I was kissing Travis. I have bruises on my knees from performing "look what you made me do" but I also see Travis who's looking at me like I'm a goddess of some kind. I keep my gaze fixed on the mirror as Travis starts to caress my thighs, peppering kisses and hickeys around my center. I arch my hips against his face, practically begging him to eat me out.
"Someone's impatient." He chuckles before placing a kiss on my clit causing me to let out a gasp.
Travis burrows his head between my legs and grabs my ass until I'm basically sitting on his face, still leaning against the shower wall. He lets his tongue slide between my wet slit but he's careful to avoid my clit. He's teasing me. I can see my cheeks grow redder in the mirror when he's spelling out his name with his tongue.
"Who do you belong to?" He groans.
I'm physically not able to answer as I'm panting and moaning like I never did before.
He thrusts his tongue into me.
"Who. Do. You. Belong. To.?"
"I- I- I- belong to you." I manage to get out.
"That's right. I think my girl deserves to come now, don't you think?"
I nod frantically, trying to grind against his face, when he finally places his thumb on my clit rubbing fast circles and thrusts his tongue into me. It only takes me a few seconds until he has me screaming and cursing his name, while my legs are shaking. He thrusts two fingers into me, helping me ride out my orgasm, while he's admiring me.
"That's what you get, if you don't behave." He says pulling out his fingers and licking them clean.
"Well, maybe I'll consider being more of a bad girl in the future." I smirk and pull him in for a kiss.