Twisted Games

sixteen - travis

I saw him the second he walked in, and I immediately knew that whoever had organized Taylor to host with him had wanted to cause shit. They'd done this on purpose.

Suddenly it made sense that they'd been so insistent about Taylor performing All Too Well. Because who was the third host? 

Jake fucking Gyllenhaal.

Taylor's smile dropped the second she saw him, and I saw the bob of her throat as she swallowed. But then she forced her smile back and I almost nodded to myself when she brushed it off and greeted him calmly. Atta girl. They'd fucked her around by inviting him, and she couldn't get out of it now, so the best thing for her to do was act like it didn't bother her. She knew that.

I watched with narrowed eyes as the three of them filmed their intro, and of course, Taylor was perfect. She was the head host so had most of the script, smiling sweetly into the camera, very obviously standing one step closer to Ryan than Jake, which I thought was pretty funny. Most of my attention was captured by the dress she wore, at how much of her body it exposed, her tits pushed up and her thighs showing. It was fucking gorgeous.

"Well it's a bit strange being in the same room as you again Taylor." Jake laughed along with the script, and Taylor forced a small laugh in return. "Since apparently I owe you something, which I actually brought along with me."

As I watched, he pulled something out of his pocket and moved a step closer to Taylor. She remained still as he draped the red scarf around her neck. Once he was done, Taylor looked down at herself, apparently deciding to do off script.

"Well..." She gave it a tug so the scarf fell into her hand, and then she appraised it. "This doesn't go with my outfit, and you know it's kind of sad if you've spent all these years pining after me with nothing but a scarf. Thanks though."

With that, Taylor tossed the scarf back at Jake, smiling into the camera as Ryan tried not to laugh. Someone called cut and all three of them relaxed their shoulders, Taylor's smile dropping. Ryan murmured something to her and she shook her head, moving off to talk to the casting director who was hanging back. I watched Jake as he laughed to himself, passing the scarf off to someone else. Asshole. He was just doing this because he couldn't get attention any other way.

That was all they needed for now so Taylor went off to her dressing room, a little huffy after her talk with the casting director. I waited where I was, knowing she was pissed and wouldn't want me in her space. After a few minutes, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and took it out to see a text from Taylor.

Taylor: Stress fuck?

I tried to hold back my smile as I deleted her text (a precaution we took to keep things hidden) and slipped my phone back into my pocket. Shrugging off where I was leaning against the wall, I walked down the side of the set and down the hallway to the dressing rooms. Finding the door with Taylor's name on it, I opened the door and stepped inside.

As soon as I'd closed the door behind me, Taylor's hands were on my chest and she was pushing me back up against it. Taken by surprise, I fumbled for a second before I grabbed her face in my hands and yanked her mouth to mine, tasting the faint berry tinge of her pink lip gloss. She moaned in relief, dragging her hands down my chest to fiddle with the button of my black jeans, pushing the zip down. Eager.

Knowing we didn't have all day, I spun Taylor around and picked her up so that she was the one pinned against the door. She flung her legs around my waist as I tugged my boxers down before reaching between her thighs and hooking my fingers into her panties. Tugging them to the side, I plunged my cock into her dripping pussy, groaning at how tight she was, how much tighter she got as she clenched around me. It took me a few strokes to fully seat myself inside her since her body was so tensed up, but Taylor soon relaxed her muscles as she moaned in pleasure, tilting her head back against the door.