Disclaimer: This a work of fiction. It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.
Chapter Eleven: Mine
Starring Taylor Swift & Camila Cabello
Codes: MFF, Cons, Anal, Exhibition, Oral
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2018
Cole opened his eyes, blinking at the single shaft of blinding light peeking through the miniscule gap in the curtains. It was another week, another city, another hotel room. For Taylor that meant different venue, but the same show. Still, she was nearing the end of the US leg of her
reputation
tour. After his last visit with Taylor, Cole had needed a couple of days to recuperate. Between his job and her impossibly crowded schedule, it was always difficult to see one another. It had been another couple of weeks before they could make the time to be together. He stirred in bed, feeling the soft fabric of the sheets against his skin as he picked his head up off the pillow and ran a hand through his bedraggled hair. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, listening to the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. Turning his head to the warm form snuggled up next to him, he saw a familiar blonde head poking out from between the sheets. She stirred as he untangled himself from her limbs. Yawning and scratching himself, he pondered the events of last night.
"...mmmhhh...Cole?" Taylor asked blearily, cracking one eye open. "What time is it?"
"Dunno. Morning." He said, leaning down and kissing her.
Taylor adjusted herself, emerging from between the sheets, stretching. She sat up using the numerous thick white pillows for support. She put her head on his chest as he wrapped an arm around her. Cole stroked her hair gently, just happy for a quiet moment with her. The silence went unbroken until he spoke.
"Swift...can we talk about last night?"
"Of course. Why?" Taylor asked, eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Is something wrong? Did you not like it?"
Wanting to assuage the sudden panic in her voice, Cole calmly responded, "No! It's not that! I had a great time!"
She relaxed again, "Ok then...what about it then?"
"It's just..." Cole trailed off, searching for the right words. "Maybe give me a heads-up next time. I know we had a conversation about it, but I hadn't realized we had settled on a definitive answer. I was just really surprised is all."
Taylor turned her head to stare at him with her blue eyes. "That was exactly the point! It was a surprise!"
The Previous Night
At least my legs are free this time.
Cole thought as he strained against the pair of fuzzy handcuffs currently keeping his arms in place above his head. He couldn't see anything in the room around him, due to the black silk blindfold tightly tied around his head.
As though Taylor could read his mind, she asked "I suppose that I was a little rough on you last time, huh?" Her voice was coming from somewhere nearby in the room. "Tonight, we'll just have a little fun. I'll let you out in just a bit."
"You're the boss Swift."
I heard her laugh and felt her lanky form sink onto the mattress in-between my outstretched legs. I was already quite stiff, but I grew even harder when I felt her warm breath tickle my member. I waited for her soft lips to wrapped themselves around me, but it didn't come.
Instead she asked, "Would you like your cock sucked?" Her voice was low and husky. Incredibly sexy.
"Yes, please. Do it."
"Do what?" Asked Taylor, who must have been mere millimeters away from my aching prick.
"Please blow me. Wrap those pouty lips around my shaft and suck."
Taylor giggled and then I graciously felt her do just that. Her lips spread over the crown of my dick, cushioning the shaft like two of the softest, warmest pillows imaginable. She held there for a moment, her tongue working over my sensitive piss-slit before sliding down further. I let out a singular groan that stretched longer and longer as she slid those lips down to the very base of my shaft. Again, she paused to hold me there for a moment, the head of my cock lodged in her throat. Then she drew her lips back up the shaft with an audible slurp, collecting the saliva gathered there. She must have been really excited. Usually she took a few minutes of warm up before she deep throated me like that. Especially after a long show. I wasn't complaining. She continued like that, alternating between a steady slow suction up and down my tool and faster bobs of her head where she flicked her tongue against my veiny underbelly. Her slurps and sucking noises were accompanied by appropriate moans and grunts of my own.
After a while, I felt like I needed to make my appreciation more vocal so I said, "Fuck Swift that feels so good. I've missed you and that mouth of yours wrapped around my cock."
She paused for a moment, letting air cool the warm saliva dripping down my schlong. The silence was replaced by some giggling before I felt her lips curl back around. She gripped it tight in her hand as she kissed down one side and up the other side. My toes curled when I felt those same kisses applied to each of my balls.
She paused again to ask, "How does that feel? Good?"
"Yes, so fucking good."
"Let's take that blindfold off so you watch yourself getting blown."
I nodded, as I felt her hands touch my head, tugging at the back of the blindfold. As the blindfold came down, the first thing I saw was a mess of dark hair and a caramel colored body hovering inches above my cock.