Pitch Perfect Harmony

Boots And 87s

Smut ahead

Taylor arrived at the stadium pretty excited for the game. She wore a long-sleeved dress with Travis' number on it and thigh boots. Her hair had been hard to tame today but now she felt confident. Supporting her man was something that she loved to get used to. She wanted this to be normal as soon as possible. Travis felt the same. Looking up at the booth and seeing her would always feel special but he wanted it to be normal in the sense that noone needed to care about it but them. That Taylor could have a fun time no matter what. She had fun today even though it was a tight game. The atmosphere was tense and the fans of both teams were loaded with game anxiety. But finally, the Chiefs made it by one point.

Travis felt the need to thank his team before leaving because he wouldn't be at the party today. He had decided to go home with Taylor. Because even though she was okay now, she had had a nightmare that had kept her up and writing for hours tonight. So, after a short locker room speech, he met with his girlfriend. And damn did those boots make him sweat. Her long legs would always get him. "I'll take you home so fast", he greeted her silently before taking her hand to go home. "No party?", she asked surprised but a little happy because she really was a bit tired. He shook his head and quickly made his way to the car with her. "The only thing I want right now is to have you on your knees for me with these fucking boots", he mumbled boldly and just silent enough for the driver to not hear him. His dirty smirk was contagious to her. "You're too cocky after a win", she told him putting her hand in his lap. "Your fault if you look like that and I get to take you home", he answered instantly.

The drive became longer and longer for Travis and Taylor smiled to herself at how much her shoes affected him. She had kind of planned ahead in case this would happen. Under her dress, she had chosen red and gold lace underwear in which she had embroidered a tiny 87 on the edge of her bra. She just liked to challenge his possessive side and with his team's colors and his number, she always got him. "If you continue to move your hand like that, I swear I'll make you do it right now", he growled when she messaged his thigh. "We're not alone in the car", she reminded him. There were blinds between them and the driver and security but it wasn't a wall. But she didn't stop her movements willing to find out if he'd really do it.

"Taylor, I'm serious", he warned again with a little chuckle in his voice. Whenever they had been in a similar situation with people around, she had stopped when he threatened to take her. Except for that one party where she had had three of his fingers buried deep inside her. This thought made his tent grow even more and she noticed. Travis slowly let a hand wander around her back and up her spine until he could get a hold of her head by burying his hand in her hair. A dangerous glare lay on his face but Taylor held eye contact and just smirked. "You won't force me", she grinned. "Force is a big word", he answered tightening his grip ever so slightly. "I know that you know what to say if you need me to stop. And I might wanna test out some boundaries", he added watching her lick her lips. She did this consciously, knowing what would get him and willing to test her own boundaries too. This was risky but her driver and security wouldn't say a word to anyone. She knew that. As long as nothing was dangerous for her, they were the best at keeping secrets. And it was exciting to know that they could notice.

Travis finally couldn't take it any longer, when she threw one leg over the other for him to see both boots. He pulled her down pushing his pants away quickly. Taylor giggled like a teenager but immediately got her hand up to help him free his erection. She opened her mouth for him and took him well. Shivers spread over his whole body instantly. Her tongue and lips knew what to do, his hand held her down. "Mhhh", he sighed in relief and began forcing her into a rhythm. She had no trouble following, helping with a hand too. "You're so damn good", he told her honestly struggling to keep quiet. His praise felt good and she started humming a little knowing the vibrations would make him squirm. And he did let out a louder moan trying to hide it in a cough. "Fuck", he mumbled letting his head fall back and closing his eyes.