Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

bring your boyfriend to work day

Travis' POV

"No seriously, what do I wear?" I whined, grabbing Taylor's foot where she lay on the bed and shaking it gently.

"Travis!" She laughed at me, rolling onto her back and peering up at me, blinking tiredly. "You are a grown man and you have no problem picking out your own clothes. Let me sleep!" She groaned, grabbing a pillow and hiding her face in it. 

"Baby come on." I groaned. "This is a big deal."

Taylor mumbled something incoherent as she rolled back onto her stomach and closed her eyes. I sighed, shifting through my bag as I tried to find something good to wear today. Taylor had asked me if I wanted to come to set with her for the first day of shooting the Fortnight music video, and for some reason I was worried about looking good even though I was just there to watch. I had never been to something like this before, and Taylor thought it was hilarious how much of a big deal I was making out of this.

Letting out a groan, I tossed the shirt I'd been holding back into my bag and looked over at Taylor, who was trying to go back to sleep. Then I smiled to myself, wondering why the hell I was worrying about clothes when I had a sexy as hell naked woman in bed right in front of me. Abandoning what I was doing, I put a knee up on the bed and crawled over to slip under the blankets with Taylor. She sighed, shuffling back against me as I kissed the back of her neck.

"Aw, Travis!" She groaned. "Your feet are freezing!"

I chuckled, dragging my foot up her calf, making her squeak and roll over to pout up at me. Winking at her, I pulled her close and kissed her pouted lips. Taylor giggled, wrapping her arms around my waist and giving in telling me off. I kissed her softly, adoring every little moment of this woman. God she was cute in the morning when she'd just woken up.

"Ah, no, no hickies!" Taylor complained as I started to kiss her neck.

"Buzzkill." I sighed, and she started giggling uncontrollably as I peppered light kisses over her jaw and cheeks. "Don't you have to be getting up soon?" I murmured.

"Yeah but it's kind of hard when my yeti of a boyfriend can't keep his hands out of my pants." Taylor murmured.

"Baby you're not wearing any pants." I reminded her, slipping a hand down her bare stomach and between her thighs. Taylor gasped as I filled her with three fingers, and she ground her ass back against me as I brushed her clit gently. "Hmm, someone's eager." I whispered in her ear. "Didn't I fuck you good enough last night?"

Taylor just responded with a low moan as I fingered her slowly, exploring her soaked folds just the way I knew really got her going. She wriggled on my hand, shuffling over and turning around to smash her lips against mine and kiss me frantically. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and kissed her harder as she ground on my fingers, moaning quietly. Those little sounds got me so fucking hard, but I wasn't focused on anything except her tight pussy dripping all over my hand. 

"We..." Taylor panted. "We have to go soon."

"Mhmm." I kissed her again.

"I'm serious!" She insisted. "I can't be late to my own set." But she didn't pull away, so I claimed her mouth roughly with mine and curled my fingers against her clit, pinching roughly until Taylor cried out and came all over my hand.

"Good girl." I whispered, and her cheeks flushed as she panted for air. "Oh come on baby you know you love it." I kissed her lips lightly. "Now come on. Can't be late to your own set."

Taylor giggled and nodded, and we got up out of bed. We showered together quickly and then got ready, and I pulled on some casual grey pants, a white t shirt, and a jacket. Taylor kept her face clean of makeup and left her hair loose since they'd do it for her on set, and she pulled on a little white sundress before grabbing a folder. We left on time, and it took us half an hour to get to the set.