Lush Life

Taylor Swift has some much needed post-concert sex.

August 2018, Los Angeles, California.

I didn't plan on being here. I told myself that when I hit the ticket request link. I told myself that again when I slid into the VIP section. But now I was there, at a Taylor Swift concert with my arms crossed, watching her work her superstar magic. Sequins and sweat, gripping her microphone like she wants to break it in half every time she hits a high note.

Goodness the way she moved. Like every sway of her hips is choreographed for sin but still feels accidental. She hadn't seen me. Not from the angle I was at just behind the camera pit where I could see everything. Her cute little smile when the lights briefly blinded her. The way she bit her lip when the next song started. The way she moved the crowd with banter and a tease of a classic from her country era.

The final song hit harder than I thought it would. Not because of the lyrics, but because she sang it like she was made. Like she was hungry. I wondered if she was going home alone tonight. I already knew where she was staying. The penthouse across the street that she rented out for the weekend, a top floor with a private elevator.

She told me about her show in a text a few weeks ago when she was in the Midwest. I planned on walking across the street and waiting in the lobby. I didn't feel like waiting another five to eight months to see her up close again. When everything was done, I didn't leave right away.

The crowd poured out like a flood behind me, their minds still high off the way Taylor left the stage. I walked slowly with my hands in my pockets and my head down, trying my best to stay incognito. I knew exactly where I was going, but I didn't want to rush it. I could still hear her. Every step I took, I thought about peeling her out of that costume. That shimmering bodysuit that clung to her curves like it had been sprayed on. My mouth watered at the thought, but as you know, Taylor and I have done much, much wilder things.

*

The elevator was silent on the way up. This wasn't something I'd done before. We'd fooled around in other parts of the world with her friends involved. Never post-show. Never while she was still glowing from the stage. That felt like another boundary, one I'd never crossed.

But now I was standing in front of her door, the penthouse hallway was dead quiet as I lifted my hand to knock. Three soft taps. I heard footsteps padding toward the door almost instantly.

"Just a sec! Sorry, I thought you left already!" Taylor's voice came through the door, sweet and distracted. The lock turned. The door cracked open.

Then she saw me.

Taylor froze in the doorway, one hand gripping the edge of the towel that was tied up just under her arms. Her hair was damp and her cheeks were flushed. For a second, neither of us said anything.

"Jason?" Her voice broke in breathless surprise. I scanned my eyes over her slowly. The towel was short, thick, white, and surely expensive. Her long, slender legs were bare, her collarbone glistened with tiny droplets of water.

"Hey," I said, keeping my voice low. "Figured I'd stop by."

"You were at the show?"

"Front row." I nodded.

Taylor smiled, but she didn't move.

"You should come in," she said quietly. I stepped through as she turned without another word, walking barefoot back into the suite. I took my time following her. The penthouse was drenched in soft gold light, the windows showing off the whole city like it was built just for her. Luxury surrounded her.

But I wasn't looking at any of that.

Taylor moved across the room like she forgot I was watching. Or maybe she didn't care. Her damp hair clung to her shoulders, little golden strands shaking as she walked. The towel clung to her just above the swell of her hips, the top edge tucked beneath her arms, but not tight enough that it didn't shift with every step.

Her back was smooth and pale, and those goddamn *legs*... You already know. She sat on the couch, crossing one leg over the other like she wasn't nearly naked and warm from the shower and stage. I was still standing in the middle of her penthouse, staring at her like an idiot.

"You gonna sit?" she asked, raising one brow. I sat across from her at first then I leaned forward. She held a wine glass in her hand now, already halfway full. She took a quick sip and looked at me over the rim.

"So... you just came by? Like that?"

"Yup." I answered.

"You've never done that before."

"I know."

Taylor uncrossed her legs, then crossed them again the other way. The towel hiked up half an inch.

"You missed me." she grinned.

"Duh." I shrugged. My eyes dropped to her legs again. Pale, smooth, and glowing from the shower. She obviously hadn't dried off completely.

"You want a drink, loverboy?" Taylor asked, setting her glass down.

"Not yet."

"Wow. You really just wanted to see me?"

"I did. No need to run around across the globe if you're singing in my backyard." I said.

Taylor's fingers tapped once against her wine glass before she picked it up again. She took another sip, deeper this time, and looked away for the first time since I walked in. The silence wasn't awkward, just rare. She shifted again, tugging the towel across her chest.

"I'm not used to this," she said, her voice soft.

"Used to what?" I asked.

"This. Quiet. A night with nothing scheduled. No team asking about my flights. No call sheet taped to the mirror. No stylist laying out outfits while I'm still drying off." Taylor looked at me again.

"And then you show up."

"Is that a problem?" I asked.

"No," she said quickly. "I just... me and my team are taking a little break and I just didn't plan for you." Taylor said.

I let her sit in silence, giving her the break she deserved.

"It's weird having someone just be here. Not a part of anything. Not asking for anything."

"I didn't say I didn't want anything." I said. That made her pause.

"What do you want?" Taylor asked like she didn't know. She did. Of course she did. Her fingers brushed the rim of her wine glass. Her knees stayed together. The air was getting warmer, not from heat, but from whatever had started rising the moment she opened that door. I didn't move closer.

"I want to watch you let go." I said.

"I don't even know how to do that right now." Taylor said.

"Then I guess I'll have to teach you." I said, sliding toward her slow enough that she could stop me if she wanted. She didn't. Her eyes dipped down, then drifted up.

"So... did you rehearse that line in the mirror or...?" Taylor laughed lightly.

"Only a couple hundred times." I grinned. She let out a laugh, a strange laugh that told me she still couldn't believe I was sitting on this couch.

"You're really here," Taylor said. "You don't do this."

"I do now."

Taylor chewed on her bottom lip for a bit.

"I should probably be getting ready for bed."

"Will you?"

"I might," she grinned. "I haven't decided if the towel counts as pajamas yet."

I leaned in just a little more.

"Depends how long it stays on," I said. Taylor laughed again, but softer this time.

"You're really not gonna ask for anything?"

"Only if you want me to."

"I don't know if I should." Taylor blushed. I let my hand drift upward, brushing the side of her thigh now.

"Why? Afraid you won't be able to stop?" I asked, watching her eyes. She nodded, a nervous smile on her face. I leaned in close enough for her to feel the heat off my voice.

"Taylor. You act like New York never happened." I said simply.

"Okay... I get it... jeez..." Taylor blushed, playfully swatting at my arm.

"Or London." I added.

"That wasn't that crazy!" Taylor laughed, grabbing a throw pillow and weakly tossing it at me. The towel loosened with the motion, slipping down the tops of her breasts. Neither of us moved to fix it. Her cleavage swelled out, the towel barely covering her now. Her legs were still parted, her thighs tensing as she laughed.

"You're seriously bringing that up right now?" she asked, still giggling.

"You're sitting half-naked in front of me," I said, letting my eyes trail down her exposed skin. "In a towel that's one laugh away from falling, and you're trying to act like you're nervous."

Taylor bit her lip. Then, in a low whisper.

"Maybe I want you to take it off..."

I didn't say anything. I just reached forward. My fingers grazed the edge of the towel, right where it tucked beneath her chest. It was still just barely clinging, a soft, trembling knot against rosy skin. Taylor didn't move. Her eyes flicked down then met mine. I gave her every chance to stop me. She didn't.

I pulled. The cotton loosened with ease, folding under my hands. The tension slid away, and the towel unfurled like it weighed nothing. It slipped from her chest first, revealing the swells of her breasts, her nipples rock hard. Her skin was the color of cream with the faintest pink bloom across her chest. My hands kept going, easing the towel down past her stomach and across her hips.

Damp heat clung between her thighs, subtle but impossible to ignore. I let the towel fall to the floor. Taylor sat there fully naked now, her legs pressed together and her hands resting at her sides. I stared at her, every inch of her.

"You're staring." She blushed.

"Yeah. I am."

Taylor leaned back a little on her elbow, her soft breasts rising slightly.

"You gonna keep staring or are you gonna come over here and do something about it?" Taylor huffed, a goading smile on her face.

I didn't waste another second. I closed the space between us. My hands found her hips and slid up, gripping the soft curve of her side, my thumbs grazing the underswell of her breasts. Taylor gasped hard as I leaned in, taking her breast into my mouth. Her right breast filled my lips perfectly. I sucked slow at first with deep, deliberate pulls like I was tasting something sweet. She smelled like a mix of clean soap and faint lotion.

Taylor let out a soft, breathless moan and arched into me. Her hands found my scalp in an instant, her fingers sinking in and gripping tight. Not playfully. Needy. Like she'd been waiting for this without even knowing it. She held me close, letting me devour her chest with an almost greedy rhythm. My tongue circled her nipple before I sucked again, harder this time.

She whimpered, her thighs shifting beneath me. I moved to the left without warning, my mouth latching onto the other breast as my lips closed around the pebbled peak. Her whole body stretched into me again, the soft curve of her ass pressing into the cushions as she leaned back on her elbows.

"Mmh, fuck," She huffed. "Jason..."

Her voice cracked. I could feel her heartbeat thudding beneath her ribs, her chest rising and falling with every-drawn out moan. I sucked harder, teeth grazing lightly, just enough to make her gasp and tug at my hair. Her nipple slipped from my lips as she arched her back again. I looked up at her, grinning against her skin.

"You taste better than I remember," I muttered, my voice thick.

Her head dropped back, chest rising. "Good Lord... I can't believe you're doing this."

"You can stop me."

"I *really* don't want to." Taylor whined.

I kissed my way down slowly. Her chest rose with every breath, her nipples wet and flushed from my mouth. I didn't speak. I just trailed soft, open-mouthed kisses over the slopes of her ribs and down the gentle curves of her belly. Her skin twitched under each touch as she watched me the whole way. My hands slid down her sides, steadying her as I shifted lower.

Then I moved between her thighs. Taylor opened for me without needing to be asked, the slow parting of her legs smooth and natural, like her body already knew what came next. Her inner thighs were warm. I nuzzled there first, breathing in her arousal. She was already oozing. Sweet, swollen, and wet enough to coat my lips before I even touched her. I didn't. Not yet. Instead, I kissed the inside of her thigh.

Then again and again until she shivered and let out a soft whimper of frustration.

"Jason..."

"What?" I grinned.

"You know what."

I looked up at her. Gorgeous and wrecked, her hands gripping the back of the couch now. I kissed even closer to her pussy, my tongue flicking just beside her clit.

"You gonna ask for it?" I murmured.

"Please..." She whimpered again. That was all I needed. I finally dragged my tongue up the full length of her slit, slow and smooth, savoring the taste as she cried out softly above me. My hands slipped beneath her thighs, gripping them and spreading them wider as I dove in deeper, my tongue parting her folds and working her with slow, wet strokes.

Her moans built fast, her hips rising off the couch as her legs quivered. Then it happened. Those perfect, long, succulent legs wrapped around my head, locked around me and pulled me in until I couldn't move unless she let me. One heel pressed into my back, the other hooking over my shoulder. Her grip was desperate now.

"Oh fuck, Jason... Don't stop..." Taylor gasped.

I didn't. I could. I sucked her clit gently, flicking my tongue in tight, rhythmic strokes then flattening for longer drags. She was dripping into my mouth as her thighs shook and her moans grew higher. She bucked once and I tightened my grip. Her fingers dug into the couch cushions, lifting herself up.

"Oh my God, fuck, I'm!"

Taylor came like a storm, her hips grinding into my mouth and her thighs trembling around my head as she moaned my name over and over. I didn't stop. My tongue slowed but I stayed there, drinking her in, kissing along her still slick and pulsing folds. She gasped again when I flicked her clit once more, her whole body twitching.

"Jason," she whimpered, her voice soft. "I... I just..."

I wasn't done. I kissed lower. Her legs loosened slightly in surprise, still limp from the orgasm. That gave me room. I dragged my mouth down until I was past the slick heat of her pussy and lower, right where she was the warmest, soft, and most sensitive. She gasped sharply as I let my tongue glide down and circle slowly. Her legs tensed again.

"Wait, oh *God...*"

I was already licking there now, teasing her rim with deliberate, slow pressure. My hands held her hips in place and I angled her up slightly, planting kisses around that tight, trembling ring. Softly at first, then firmer and hungrier. Taylor made a strangled sound, somewhere between a moan and a gasp. I kissed her down there like it was the most natural thing in the world, my tongue circling and slipping closer and closer to the center as her hips jerked violently.

"Holy fuck! Jason! What are you... oh my Lord..." Taylor cried. She was shaking again.

My hands slid under her ass, lifting her just enough to give me full access, and I sucked her little rosebud while her fingers clawed at the couch cushions. Her second orgasm started building before she could stop it. I could feel it in the way she tensed. The way she started panting again.

"J-Jason... I'm gonna, I can't... fuck! You're gonna make me..."

I pressed in just a little deeper with my tongue and held it. That was it.

"HAAAH!" Taylor screamed, her back arched off the couch as her legs kicked around my shoulders, her body convulsing through a raw second climax. I licked her through every second of it. She collapsed back onto the couch like her bones had melted.

Only I was left. I stayed between her legs for another second, now just watching her. My hands still cradled her hips, my thumbs stroking gently along the crease of her thighs. She blinked slowly in a daze, one hand slipping across her twitching abs. When her eyes finally met mine, they were glassy and unfocused. I licked my lips deliberately slowly, showing her how good she tasted.

"You're... insane..." Taylor whispered.

I rose to my feet. I pulled my shirt over my head, watching her eyes trailing down my chest and my shoulders. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down quickly, bringing my boxers along with me and stepping out of them, fully naked now. Taylor's breathing caught in her throat. She looked up at me like I was dangerous.

"You're always bigger than I remember." Taylor huffed. Her hand moved first. She reached out with delicate fingers and wrapped them around the base of my cock, then she followed with her other hand, stacking them like she needed both just to manage me. I hissed through my teeth.

Taylor looked up at me, slowly stroking until she leaned in. Her tongue flicked out right across the swollen, leaking head. A slow, delicate swipe, collecting the bead of pre-cum that already gathered there. She pulled back slightly, letting it sit on her lips like gloss. Her grip stroked upward, both hands working in tandem, sliding slow and easy like she wanted to drive me crazy.

Her kisses turned to little licks, her tongue flicking the underside and swirling around the crowd while her hands stroked steady and slow. She was teasing me now, but her body told another story. Her legs were still wide open and her thighs were twitching with aftershocks as she worshipped my cock. I reached down and brushed a strand of sandy blonde from her face.

Taylor smiled then her lips parted. Warm breath spilled over my tip as she leaned in again, slower this time. Her tongue led the way with one long, wet stroke from the base of the head to the tip, circling it before she finally wrapped her lips around me. The first inch disappeared into the heat of her mouth and my jaw clenched.

She took her time. No rush. Her mouth was soft, wet, and perfect as she sank down inch by inch, the slow suction making my hips twitch. Her tongue moved with every motion, tracing along the underside and flicking against the sensitive ridge as she pulled back, then descended again.

"Mmm..." Taylor moaned around me, the vibration sending a shiver up my spine.

Her hands stayed busy, one stroking the base while the other caressed my thigh. She pulled back with a wet pop, just long enough to breathe and give me a wink. Then she went back down, deeper and messier. Her lips stretched wider around my shaft as she sucked harder, saliva starting to drip from the corners of her mouth, trailing down my cock and onto her knuckles. She didn't care. If anything she liked it.

Her head bobbed now in slow strokes, her pace smooth but starting to slip. Spit coated my cock, her hands shiny and wet as they stroked the inches she couldn't take yet.

"Fuck... Taylor..." I groaned. She moaned again at the praise, more spit and suction following. Drool spilled from her lips, slicking my shaft as her tempo increased frantically. She pulled back and kissed the tip. Another wink. Then she leaned back in without a word. Her hands adjusted, gripping the base of my cock and opening even wider.

Her lips stretched as inch by inch disappeared between her jaw. I groaned low. Her tongue was a constant pressure, gliding and stroking in time with her steady descent. When she bottomed out, her nose brushed my lower stomach. Her throat tightened around me. Then she pulled back, breath flaring through her nose as she sucked me upward again, every inch dragging across her touch.

"You're still too big..." Taylor coughed.

"You're... You're doing just fine..." I huffed.

Taylor smiled. Then she went back down, faster this time. Her head bobbed with a steady, soaking cadence, every stroke louder and filthier. Spit coated my shaft from base to tip. Her lips were glossy and raw, her jaw working harder now with every pass. Drool dripped freely down her chin, soaking her neck and chest, trailing in glistening lines across the tops of her breasts.

She was lost in it. Her eyes closed, her brow furrowed in focus like her whole world was the meat wrapped around her lips.

"Taylor... fuck... I'm... You keep going like that, and I'm not gonna last..." I huffed.