Forbidden Fruit (Travis Kelce)

Finding the rhythm

Arianna

Living in Kansas was a big change from LA, but I was starting to find my rhythm. Today I'm meeting my new physical therapist to work on my ankle. My manager found someone who does house visits, which was a great relief. Travis was home with me, which made the day feel a bit more manageable.

We were in the living room when the doorbell rang. Travis got up to answer it, and I heard him curse under his breath. Curious, I walked over to the door and saw a guy who looked strikingly like Ryan Gosling.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Nice to meet you. I'm Arianna," I said, extending my hand.

He smiled warmly. "Hi, I'm Bryan, your physical therapist."

Travis's expression was far from amused. "Arianna, can we talk for a minute?" he asked, his tone tense.

"Sure," I said, turning to Bryan. "Why don't you get set up, and I'll be right back."

We walked to the kitchen, and Travis immediately started. "I'm not okay with this."

I sighed, trying to keep my patience. "Travis, he has really good reviews. My management wouldn't have picked him otherwise. I'm with you, and you're here too. You have to trust me, remember what Dr. Lewis said."

Travis took a deep breath, clearly trying to calm himself. "Okay, I'll go workout, but if the guy tries anything, call me."

I smiled, relieved. "Thank you. It'll be fine."

Travis headed to the gym, and I returned to the living room where Bryan had set up his equipment.

"All set?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

"Yep, ready when you are," Bryan replied.

We started the session, and I quickly saw why he came so highly recommended. Bryan was professional and focused, guiding me through exercises to strengthen my ankle. His demeanor was calm and encouraging, which helped me feel at ease.

"How does that feel?" he asked as I stretched.

"Good, actually. I can feel the difference," I replied, impressed with the progress.

As we continued, Bryan made a casual comment. "My boyfriend is a big fan of yours, by the way."

I laughed. "Oh, that's great! And a relief, honestly."

Bryan looked momentarily confused. "Oh, I'm sorry. Should I not have mentioned that?"

I grinned. "No, it's fine. It's just ironic because my boyfriend was worried about you hitting on me."

Bryan laughed, shaking his head. "I'm more likely to hit on him than you."

We both laughed, and the tension melted away completely. "I'd be happy to meet your boyfriend sometime," I said.

"That would make his entire life," Bryan replied, smiling. "Thank you."

We continued with the session, and I felt increasingly confident about my recovery. Bryan's techniques were effective, and his encouragement was just what I needed.

After Bryan left, I headed to the kitchen to make dinner. Around that time, Travis came back from his workout, looking all sweaty and undeniably sexy.

"How did it go?" he asked, drinking water.

"It went well," I replied, smiling.

He sighed, looking a bit remorseful. "I'm sorry about getting jealous. I'm still a work in progress, but thank you for putting up with me."

I walked over to him, placing a hand on his chest. "I love you, caveman."

He laughed, then gave me a smoldering look. "You look really sexy all sweaty."

"Oh really?" he asked, biting his lip.

We kissed, the intensity building quickly. He picked up me up and placed me on the counter.

We made out passionately, his hands exploring every inch of my skin. His fingers found their way between my legs, teasing me. I gasped at his touch, my need for him growing stronger.

"Travis," I moaned, "I need you."

He smirked, pulling off my shorts and underwear in one swift motion. He lowered himself, kissing a trail down my stomach, and then began eating me out with a skill that made my vision blur. My hands gripped the edge of the counter as waves of pleasure washed over me.

I could barely form coherent thoughts as he brought me closer and closer to the edge. Finally, I cried out his name, feeling like I was seeing stars.

Travis stood up, lifting me and bending me over the counter. I felt him enter me, filling me completely. The sensation was overwhelming, and we moved together in a rhythm that spoke of pure desire and connection.

"Travis," I moaned, my fingers digging into the counter. "Yes, just like that."

He increased his pace, each thrust sending shockwaves through my body. We moved in perfect sync, lost in the intensity of the moment. The world outside ceased to exist; it was just us, connected in the most intimate way possible.

As we reached our climax together, the room seemed to spin. I cried out his name again, feeling him shudder against me. We stayed like that for a moment, catching our breath.

Finally, he pulled back slightly, and I turned to face him, a blissful smile on my lips. "Wow," I said, my voice breathless.

He laughed, pulling me into a tight embrace. "Yeah, wow."

Living in Kansas was a big adjustment, but moments like these made it all worthwhile.