Era Erotica Ch. 24

Disclaimer: This a work of fiction. It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.

Author's Note: Big thanks to MrMaxLord for the idea behind this chapter!

Chapter Twenty-Four: Lover

Starring Taylor Swift

Codes: Cons, MF, Oral, Rom

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2019

The day was here. It seemed like their lives had been building to it for the last year or so, and now it was finally upon them, August 23rd. Lover release day. Cole had been extra attentive to Taylor over the last week as he watched her nervousness build with every passing hour. Sex usually proved to be a good distraction, but it was just that, a distraction. She needed more and he was willing to give any and everything to tend to her needs.

Upon entering their cozy living room, he passed a sleeping Benjamin, purring contentedly, and walked towards Taylor. Scrunched up in an armchair, her eyes were glued to her phone, thumb swiping madly as she read post after post after post.

"What's the word?" He asked tentatively.

"Twitter is trash. I'm going back to Tumblr." She responded glumly without looking up.

"Agreed." He sat down on the arm of the comfy chair. "But Swift, listen. People are loving it. Don't fixate on the one bad comment for every 100 good ones." Her piercing blue eyes left the screen to settle on him as she unconsciously chewed on a fingernail. The rest of looked just as ragged as the one she was working on now. Another manifestation of her anxiousness over the last couple of days. "And, if I do say so myself, Lover is your best work yet."

She put the phone down. "I seem to recall you saying the same thing every time I put out a new album."

"That's because its true every time. Each one only gets better. You don't need me to tell you that. You already know it. Sometimes, I think, you just need a reminder."

She smiled. A welcomed and beautiful sight. "Oh, what do you know? You're pretty biased considering half the tracks are about us."

"Are they? I hadn't noticed." He said with a smirk that rivaled her own.

Squinting at him, she leaned forward. "You know. This album really wouldn't have been the same without you."

"And my life wouldn't be the same without you."

Their hands found each other. He felt the guitar-string callouses on her fingers as their hands intertwined, holding tight. It was a quiet, tender moment. They sat in silence enjoying the simple touch of the other. Staring into each other's eyes, both had their minds far elsewhere as they pondered the relationship between them.

Taylor broke the silence, whispering quietly, "I was just thinking about that weekend we had in Paris. Do you remember it?"

Cole gripped her hand tighter. His mind had been on the same exact weekend. "How could I forget it?"

Several Months Earlier

I popped the last of the baguette into my mouth, chewing on the crusty loaf as I dusted my hands off and headed up the tiny twisting staircase of the apartment. The steps creaked beneath my feet as I entered the attic-turned-art-studio. Natural light flooded in from a half dozen skylights. It sparkled beautifully off the richly lacquered hardwood floor. An airy vaulted ceiling gently echoed the simple wordless acoustic music playing from the small speaker positioned in the corner. The walls were bare, white paint yellow with age. The tiny windows to the outside world were affixed with wrought iron. I could just make out the pointed tip of the Eiffel Tower, lording proudly over the sprawling chaotic mess of ancient and wizened Parisian rooftops surrounding it.

Taylor sat exactly where I'd left her, cross-legged on the floor in the center of the room. Sunbeams fell from the skylights, bathing her in a radiant glow. The white sheet thrown down on the floor to protect it from paint, reflected the light upwards across her angelic features. An easel and a canvas sat in front of her, an abstract swirl of paint splashed upon it. One brush was held between her nimble fingers, the other clenched between her teeth. Wearing nothing more than athletic shorts and a tank top, the hanging curve of both breasts was easily visible. Her pokies stood at full attention in the somewhat drafty attic space. Pulled back into a messy ponytail, her blonde hair had more than a few loose strands clinging to her face. Her bangs were messy and chaotic, just like the artwork in front of her. As I watched, she wiped a bit of hair out of her eyes, smearing a bit more paint next to the already stray smudges dotting her forehead. So intent was she upon her work, she didn't even notice.

This was a hideout. A getaway. A sanctuary. No one knew they were here. Not friends. Not family. And especially not the paparazzi. Taylor needed some time away to work on her newest album. The tracks were mostly set in stone, but in the meantime, she was busy brainstorming aesthetics for this upcoming era. Gone were the dark and bombastic tones of reputation. Instead Lover was going to be as bright, airy and love-filled as possible.

Tubes, pots and jars of paint clustered around her. The array of colors looked like the Easter bunny vomited, but I couldn't deny the summertime appeal of the swirl of bright colors. Based on the growing pile of discarded canvases, Taylor hadn't yet found the inspiration she was looking for. And Taylor was nothing if not a perfectionist. This was something I knew all too well.

"How's is going?" I asked tentatively.

"AAARRRGGHHH!!" The sudden, violent outburst bounced around the empty room. Venting her frustration, she took the canvas and tossed it aside with the rest of the trash. "Not well." She threw her brushes and pallet on the floor with a dull clatter.

Coming up behind her, she leaned back against my bare legs, resting her lanky form against me. The back of her head pressed gently against my crotch as I reached down to massage her shoulders. The tensions she held there was palpable.

"Nothing yet?" I asked.

"No. Maybe I'm not using the right colors. I don't know. I thought something would just come to me."

"Take a break. You've been at it for hours."

I stared down at her beautiful, paint smeared face. Her eyes were closed, eyelashes thick and full. Full pouty lips pursed, they were a luscious pink color despite being completely bare of any lipstick. In fact, every inch of her bare smooth skin seemed to glow with an ethereal splendor. My eyes strayed further down her body, her barely contained bosom heaving gently as she breathed in and out. Each erect nipple stood tall and proud through the thin cotton material of her tank top. Even lower, her mile-long legs were crossed, smoother than the slickest of marble and glowing as much, if not more so, as the rest of her. A few more splotches of paint marred the otherwise flawless beauty. Ending in a multi-colored array of painted toes, she flexed them back and forth subconsciously. With the way the light struck her, she might have well been a work of art herself. Without thought, the fire within my loins sparked to life. My body's natural reaction to her presence. Taylor felt a gentle prod in the back of her head. Her eye's opened, revealing those two deep blue pools of enchanting wonder. Looking upwards at me, craning her neck, she cocked one perfectly manicured eyebrow in my direction.

"It's feels like someone else wants me to take a break as well. Did you have something in mind?" She asked with a girlish giggle.

Suddenly, her fingers were spidering their way around my calves, tickling upwards as she remained in her seated position. Her gentle touch made me throb. Pausing, a slight crinkle in her mouth and on her forehead, a thought occurred to her.

"Actually, this is the perfect distraction. Something I can focus on completely. Something I know how to handle."

"You do handle it very well." I groaned, now sporting a full-on half-chub.

Taylor giggled again. "I've certainly never heard any complaints from you."

Eyes of me, her hands resumed their upwards momentum even as she remained seated, facing away from me. Her fingers tugged on the bottom of my shorts, pulling them downwards, my member flopping free as they fell down around my ankles.

"No underwear?" She asked.

"When in Rome." I responded shrugging and smirking.

"That's funny. Me too."

Flashing a quick wink in my direction, my cock grew another inch or two at those words. Widening my stance slightly, she draped the semi-hard prick across her angelic features. My balls resting in a soft nest of golden locks against her scalp, the shaft rubbing against her forehead and over the bridge of her nose. The tip dangled tantalizing just above her lips, looking like bait for a fish. Her pink tongue darted from between those full, exquisite lips. With amazing precision, she licked the winking eyehole, tasting the earliest trace of precum, already gathering there. The instant her tongue connected, I gave a jolt, quickly rising to full attention. Now, wobbling in front of me like a soldier with a spear, Taylor grinned and dipped backwards between my thighs. My hanging testis were hers for the taking and she gave each one a long, lingering French kiss. Lips closing around, her tongue teased the fleshy cum-filled gonad, only to release it with a *POP* and do the same to the other. Simultaneously, she pulled down the front of her top, each perky breast resting on the rim of the tank top, her puffy pink nipples stiffening even further as they were exposed to the open air.

Sitting up straight, she spun around while remaining seated in her cross-legged position. Now eyelevel with my cock, her delicate fingers moved up to my crotch, framing my erection with her hands. The dried pastel on her fingers flaked off as she gripped it tight in her palm. Staring at it, she had the same enraptured fascination as the first time she had ever glimpsed it. Her fist stroked it slowly. Puckering her pink lips, she brushed them against the tip, pressing those pillowy soft smackers tight together as she teased me. A shiver ran up my entire body, a soft moan escaping from between my own lips, unable to control myself. She grinned slyly up at me from her seated position.

"Mhhhmmm...the perfect distraction indeed."

Her azure eyes bore right through me as her rounded mouth opened wide, engulfing it. Taking it slow, her lips pressed tight around the throbbing shaft as they inched towards the base. Every centimeter vanished from sight as she gazed up at me, the most alluring of looks upon her gorgeous face. Her reward was several more moans and groans from me. Each bob of her messy blonde head swallowed more and more of me until her cute button nose was pressed flat against my groin. Balls resting upon her chin, she had a hand on each of my muscular thighs, her colored nails digging into the skin. Gurgling appreciatively, her baby blues blinked innocently up at me, cheeks full and bulging, throat opened wide. Her mouth felt like heaven. Lips the cushiest of clouds. Tongue draping itself around the shaft as she drenched it with warm, thick saliva. For Taylor, it was effortless. An expert. Truly.

"Ohhhhh yyyessssss." I hissed like a snake as she plowed ahead with the immense oral pleasure of every aspect of my nether regions. "Swift! This feels so amazing..."

Dislodging me from her throat, she wiped her lips with a finger, smiled and said, "You'd think after all these years, I would get tired of hearing you say that." She traced a circle around the tip of my cock with one fingernail. "But I never do."

Kissing down one side of the veiny, pulsating shaft, she made out with her favorite fleshy instrument. It was slow, sensuous, tongue licking along the underbelly before slopping around, curling like a vine around a branch. Finishing one side, she immediately started up the other. Fists clenched tight, toes curling, there was barely a coherent thought in my head. Lifting it skyward, she stuck her tongue out and gave the underside one long, singular intensive lick. The tip of her tongue tasted the glistening gem of crystal clear precum growing atop the head. Tickling the scrotum, my spunk-filled gonads rolled around her palms like two fleshy marbles. Getting excited, she took my entire length back inside, causing herself to cough as my bellend stretched her esophagus. Leaning back, she threw arms out to catch herself. A wet splat sounded as one hand landed directly on top her pallet. The rainbow display of pastel colors smeared across her dexterous digits with an array of wet, sticky paint.

"Oops."

Laughing, she threw her head back before taking me back between her lips. Her hands moved around to my bare buttocks, gripping hold of the cheeks tightly. I felt the paint squish between her fingers as she smeared it on my backside, giving me a light playful smack for fun.

"Thanks Swift." I said, rolling my eyes as I felt the cool paint cover my rear.

Holding me still, she flashed her eyebrows. Receiving her signal loud and clear, I began slightly thrust my hips, gently sliding in and out of her mouth. Moaning, she egged me on to go faster as her grip tightened on my butt, fingers digging into the now painted flesh. Picking up speed just a bit, she formed a round, wet ring as my balls lightly tapped against her chin. Even all these years later, I sometimes needed to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Taylor Swift. My friend, and sometimes more, for nearly my entire life, now my girlfriend. But could we be even more?

That pinch of reality was swiftly delivered moments on my backside, breaking me from my reverie as I pulled out of her mouth. A backhanded swipe of her hand dealt with the drool running down her chin. What she was forget was her hand was covered in paint. Chin now as painted as her hand, she stared up at me and I stared down at her. In that moment, nothing could have stopped me from kissing her. Cupping her beautiful face, I kissed her like I never wanted to let her go. Sinking further and further into her, she fell back onto the floor as I climbed up on top of her. Our remaining clothes were hurriedly peeled off and tossed carelessly aside until our naked forms were once more intertwined upon the floor.

My lips left hers to travel down her body. First stop was her neck, sucking at tender flesh. Uncaring if I left a hickie, I was like a horny teenager in his first make out session. The second stop was her breasts. I spent extra time there, worshiping with special attention as I ran my tongue across every square inch of supple, jiggling boob. Her nipples were like two stiff mountain peaks atop milky white mounds as I rolled them around with the tip of my tongue before grazing them with my teeth. My free hand scrambled for one of her discarded brushes, picking up a clean, fresh one. While I sucked on one tit, I teased the other one with the soft gently circling of a genuine horsehair paintbrush.

"Ohhhh Cole! Yes! Baby! Yes!" She cried out, the combination of my tongue and paintbrush hitting her just right.

Gradually moving lower, I kissed down her tight and toned stomach until I reached my final stop between her glorious thick thighs. Her pussy was bare, as she usually preferred it. I took a moment to stare at it, in all its pink glory. Blowing lightly across it, it was Taylor's turn to shiver. Pressing my lips against it, I kissed it as my tongue slid forward, splitting her wet velvety folds as the primal taste of her washed over my taste buds. Tongue twirled around her clitoris, even harder than her nipples. My lips rubbed against hers as I lapped up her arousal. Her hands twisted and tugged my hair, urging more from me as I feasted upon her like a five-course Parisian meal. I didn't even care about the paint now lathering my scalp.

Taylor loved the act of oral pleasure. A love that I also shared. The taste of her. The feel of nether regions against my lips. The reaction I could illicit from her with the merest flick of my tongue. Needless to say, exquisite French food wasn't the only food I dinned upon that weekend. Tongue buried inside of her, I kept my own green eyes trained on her. Staring back, her mouth opened wordlessly, her entire body shaking and trembling beneath my oral ministrations. Lips dancing across her sticky labia, my tongue prodded her rock-hard clit, nibbling on it slightly as I continued eating her out. Moaning with satisfaction, I closed my eyes and felt my way around, getting hopelessly lost in the act of cunnilingus. Only the gentle tug of hands on my head could pull me from her sweet honeypot. And coming up for air, I stared at her.

"Cole..." She whispered.

No other words were needed. I hurriedly positioned myself on top of her, sliding inside her with the greatest of ease as our love-making began in earnest. It was slow at first. Gentle. Tender. I felt her long, smooth legs wrap around my naked body as our lips pressed together tightly. Neither of us cared that only a thin sheet separated us from the hardness of the floor. We only cared about each other. Our intimate familiarity with each other's body only made every moment that much better. Her hair was a golden halo, illuminated by the bright sunlight, now falling directly upon our writhing forms. Brushing the messy locks out of her face, I admired her beauty. She corrected that, grabbing my head with a tender pull and dragging me to her lips. Her other hand found my ass, gripping it tighter, urging me to go harder. The pace got wilder. More intense. The minutes rolled on by. Our limbs flailed, toes curling, heated moans filling the attic space. Utterly lost in the throes of passion, I kicked out a leg and felt it connected with something. Spinning my head around, I watched as pastel pink paint spilled across the sheet. Taylor looked at the pink puddle inching towards the both of us. I didn't even get to say oops as she grabbed hold of me and rolled me onto my back, directly into the bubblegum pool.

Now towering above, she gave the most genuine of laughs as I felt the entire back of my body squelch in paint. Her knees likewise in the pink, she started to ride me, bucking and gyrating, breasts bouncing hither and thither. I couldn't even be mad as I watched her smirk at me. The palms of my hands wet with paint, I picked them up and clapped them onto her ample waist as she rode me harder. Removing them, I could see my handprints on her supple form. Then I reached for the only next logical location. Her breasts. Mauling her perky tits, I squeezed and massaged the bouncing beauties before releasing them. Now they too bore pink handprints. Taylor dipped her hands in the paint before marking my own chest with two handprints of her own. Both grinning, we proceeded to go harder. Holding onto her hips again, I started thrusting upwards into her, making her cry out.

"Ohhhh Cole! Yes, baby! You feel so good! I can feel all of you! AAAHHHH!"

The clapping of my pelvis against hers echoed around the airy makeshift art studio. Arching backwards, she thrust her breasts out as I drove myself upwards into her, over and over again. Each full thrust left other imprint of my butt in the pink puddle beneath us.

"Yea! Yea!! Swift! Oh fuck! Yes!" I grunted out in-between humping.

Hands on her own chest, she clutched her breasts, taking the hard nips between her fingers as she bounced upon my prick. One particularly deep thrust sent a spastic kick coursing through her leg. The twitching limb connected with another jar of paint, this one powder blue. That too spilled across the canvas. And as we both looked at it, I smiled. Time for my revenge. Quickly rolling her onto her back, she landed squarely in the bright blue pool. Now just as sticky with paint as I was, she shrieked playfully at me.

"Cole!!"

Grinning like a lovesick fool, I kissed her and resumed my thrusting. Her hands, now dripping with blue paint, left behind marks all across my body as I pushed deeper and deeper into her soft, wet folds. We were connected at the groin, going at it on the floor as it creaked in protest. Paint spread and smeared across our naked forms, the blue and pink mixing to form purple as a colorful tapestry formed beneath us. Our lips were glued together, tongues stretching impossibly deep in the other's mouth. Our hands were everywhere, caressing, brushing and squeezing every exposed inch of our naked forms. Paint came along with it. Taylor was adorned with pink handprints, and I was adorned with blue ones. I have no idea how much time passed like that, but when I finally came up for some air, I looked down at my paint-covered body. My testicles were a particularly bright shade of blue.