Tayvis One-Shots

backstage

Sydney Night 2
Travis's POV

The roar of the crowd still echoed faintly from the arena as I made my way backstage, weaving through crew members and costumes to get to where Taylor was coming down on the stage lift. I watched her proudly as she was unhooked from the sound system, someone helping her take off her tasseled jacket. She looked like she was still wrapped up in the energy of the show, her eyes bright and a little breathless, that unmistakable post-performance glow. The second she spotted me, her face lit up, and in that instant, the chaos around us faded to nothing.

Without thinking, I closed the distance, catching her up in my arms. She let out a soft laugh, and I could feel her melt into me, every inch of her alive and warm from the performance. "You killed it out there," I murmured. I wanted to tell her everything I was feeling, how proud I was, how she had the whole arena in the palm of her hand. But all I managed was, "You're incredible, you know that?"

She pulled back just enough to look up at me, a glint in her eyes that made my pulse jump. "Thank you," she whispered, then stretched up on her tiptoes to press her mouth to mine. I kissed her back, my fingers tangling in her hair, curly from the humidity. She broke away and tilted her head toward a hallway just off to the side. "Come with me?"

She took my hand, her fingers warm against mine, and led me out from under the stage and out towards the backstage area. The fans screamed as they caught the tiniest glimpse of us as we passed, and Taylor waved at a few of them before walking even faster. Finally, we stopped outside a door, and she shot me a playful grin before nudging it open and tugging me inside.

She closed the door quietly, turning the lock with a soft click, her gaze flickering back to me, her eyes bright with mischief. "What are you up to princess?" I chuckled, before Taylor held her finger to her lips, pulling me deeper inside the costume room. The room was packed with racks of glittering costumes, sequins catching the light as they swayed from the racks. 

"Private enough for you?" she teased, crossing her arms as she leaned back against a wall, a smirk tugging at her lips. I couldn't help but grin, stepping toward her, feeling my own pulse start to race. "Yeah, I'd say this works." She flung her arms around my neck, kissing me hungrily. I slipped my hands down to her waist, pulling her closer to me, sliding my hands down to her ass, which the bodysuit barely covered.

"You're trouble," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, but the smile that spread across her face told me she heard every word. "Then maybe you should get out while you can," she whispered back, her tone playful, but her fingers tightened at the back of my neck, holding me in place.

"Not a chance," I replied, letting the words slip out as I leaned down, catching her mouth in a kiss that was hungry and urgent, everything I'd been holding back since the moment I walked into that arena. I groaned into her mouth as I grew increasingly hard, my erection pressing against her thigh. She moaned quietly as she parted her mouth, letting my tongue slip into her mouth. "You want to get caught princess?" I asked her. "I don't care. Let us get caught. I need you." Taylor moaned into my lips. 

She wrapped her legs around my waist as I carried her onto a table, knocking over quite a few costume racks on the way. "Fuck!" Taylor whimpered as I turned my kisses to her neck. I grinded my hips against her, and she writhed under me, moaning with need. I ripped the bodysuit off her body, leaving her bare under my touch. 

"What do you want from me princess?" I growled, meeting her eyes, dark with need. "You." Taylor gasped, throwing her head back as I played gently with her nipple, toying with it as she moaned. "I want you, Travis. Please...I can't." She huffed desperately, lunging forwards to tug my shorts down. 

I stopped her, tugging down her panties. She was soaked for me. I slip my hands between her legs and pushed them open, leaving her glistening pussy on full display for me, only me. I couldn't wait any longer. I kissed my way down to her core, before diving in, exploring her with my tongue. Her hips bucked desperately against my mouth as I sucked gently on her clit. 

Tightening my grip around her thighs, I pulled her closer to me, dipping my tongue deep inside her. Taylor whined loudly, and I looked up to see her head thrown back, her chest heaving as she struggled to breath. "Fuck!" Taylor moaned as I toyed gently with her clit. "You can be louder than that princess, you know it." I murmured against her wet folds. 

She arched her back as I sucked even harder, and she let out a scream as her body convulsed. I kept my head between her legs, doing my best to guide her through the waves of her orgasm. "I... need you in me Travis. Please." Taylor huffed, tugging my shorts down. She cried out, arching her back off the table as I thrusted inside of her, her pussy wet and tight for me. 

She let out a gasp as I fucked her even harder, knocking over a costume rack by the table. She was worked up, more than I had ever seen her. She tightened around me, whimpering desperately as I pushed into her harder, seeing stars as I grew closer and closer to exploding. 

"Cum for me princess." I growled in her ear. "Oh fuck!" Taylor threw her head back, clenching around me, soaking my cock in her cum. I groaned as I released inside of her, shooting hot ropes deep into her. Taylor sagged against me, resting her head on my shoulder as we rode out our orgasms together. I pulled out of her, locking my lips to hers. 

"You're going to get us caught one day." Taylor giggled as I helped her stand up. "You know I have a show tomorrow, right?" She managed to walk on her still shaking legs.

"Worth it." I chuckled, giving her a soft kiss.