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A Life in Hollywood
Chapter 20 - Taylor Swift and Selena Gomez {1989 Tour} - Part 4
Osiah curled his fingers and kept sucking her clit in steady pulses. Selena came first, thighs clamping hard around his head, a long broken moan vibrating against Taylor's pussy as her walls fluttered and clenched around his fingers. The sound and the vibration pushed Taylor over right after. She ground down harder, one hand braced on the back of the couch, thighs trembling as her orgasm hit. A little wetness dripped down onto Selena's chin and lips. Taylor stayed there for a few extra seconds, panting, before she finally lifted off.
They didn't stop. Taylor slid down and pulled Osiah up for a messy three-way kiss that tasted like both of them. Then she pushed him to sit on the couch and climbed into his lap, knees bracketing his hips. She wrapped her hand around his c,
{R-18 Scene Osiah x Taylor Swift and Selena Gomez 3377 Full Word Count aFireFist on p.a.t.r.e.o.n.}
They collapsed in a tangle of limbs on the wide couch—sweaty, sticky, breathing hard. Cum leaked from both women onto the cushions in slow, warm drips. The air smelled like sex and skin and the faint leftover sweetness of Taylor's perfume that still clung to her neck and hair.
Taylor reached over and laced her fingers with Selena's, then found Osiah's hand too, squeezing once.
"That," she said, voice hoarse and happy, "was even better than I imagined."
Selena let out a soft, tired laugh that turned into a groan. "I can't feel my legs."
Osiah just pulled them both closer, one arm around each, and let the quiet settle for a while. Taylor's head rested on his right shoulder; Selena's on his left. Their legs were still tangled with his. No one seemed in a hurry to move.
For a long time none of them spoke. The private dressing room was quiet except for the sound of three people trying to catch their breath. The air remained thick with the smell of sex, sweat, and that faint sweetness of Taylor's perfume. Cum continued to leak slowly from both women onto the couch cushions. Taylor's hair was a complete mess, half of it stuck to her damp neck. Selena's was worse, dark strands clinging to her cheeks and forehead. Osiah's chest rose and fell under the warm weight of both of them where they had half-collapsed across him.
Taylor was the first to laugh—soft and a little disbelieving, the sound vibrating against his skin.
"Okay," she said, voice still hoarse. "That actually happened."
Selena made a small sound that was half laugh, half groan and buried her face more firmly against Osiah's shoulder. "I can still feel everything. My legs are useless. I think you broke me."
Osiah ran a slow hand up Taylor's back, then over to Selena's, feeling the cooling sweat on both of them and the way their breathing gradually steadied. "You two good?"
Taylor lifted her head enough to look at him. Her cheeks were still flushed, lips swollen, eyes soft and a little glassy. "Better than good. That was… a lot. In the best way." She reached over and brushed damp hair out of Selena's face with gentle fingers. "You okay? For real. No bullshit."
Selena nodded against Osiah's skin, then turned her head so her words weren't muffled. Her voice came out quiet but steady. "Yeah. I am. I didn't expect to… go that far. Especially the second part. But I'm glad I did." She glanced at Taylor, a small, almost shy smile appearing. "You're a terrible influence."
"I know," Taylor said, completely unapologetic. She leaned in and kissed Selena once, slow and gentle this time, no heat behind it—just affection and something warmer. Then she kissed Osiah the same way, lingering a second longer. "Both of you are stuck with me now, by the way. At least for the rest of this leg of the tour."
Osiah gave a huff of amusement, thumb stroking absently along Taylor's bare shoulder. "I already said I'd stay."
"And now Selena's tasted the goods," Taylor added, grinning sideways at her. "So she's not allowed to run off either."
Selena rolled her eyes, but she was still smiling. "I'm only here for the one show, remember? My schedule's a nightmare after this."
"For now," Taylor said lightly. She sat up with a small wince, looking down at the mess between her thighs and the wet spot spreading on the couch cushion. A slow trickle of cum was still leaking out of her. "We should clean up before someone from the crew decides they need this room. I'd rather not explain the state of the furniture."
They moved slowly, bodies reluctant. Osiah found a pack of makeup wipes and a couple of clean towels in the vanity drawer. Taylor took one of the towels and cleaned herself up with practiced efficiency, wiping the inside of her thighs and between her legs, then did the same for Selena when Selena's hands were still a little too shaky to manage it herself. She was gentle about it, murmuring soft checks—"This okay?"—until Selena nodded. Osiah wiped himself down and then helped them both back into their clothes. Taylor's sparkly stage bodysuit was a lost cause for now, damp and wrinkled, so she pulled on the soft oversized sweater and leggings she'd worn earlier in the day. Selena got back into her black dress, smoothing the fabric down over her hips. None of them looked fully put-together—hair still messy, cheeks still carrying a residual flush—but they looked less like they'd just fucked for an hour in a locked dressing room.
Taylor checked her phone and exhaled, scrolling past a few messages. "Celebration's still going in the main green room. We're going to have to show our faces for a few minutes or people will start asking questions. The crew notices when both of us disappear at the same time."
Selena groaned and tipped her head back against the wall. "Do we have to? I feel like everyone is going to take one look at me and know."
"Unfortunately." Taylor stepped in close and fixed a strand of Selena's hair, tucking it behind her ear, then did the same for herself in the mirror, trying to make the worst of the mess look intentional. She caught Osiah's eyes in the reflection and held them for a second. "Five minutes. Smile, say the show was amazing, thank a couple of people, then we can disappear. Osiah, you're coming with us. I want you close."
He nodded, already reaching for the door handle. "Lead the way."
They stepped out into the hallway together. The muffled sound of music and laughter drifted from the main green room down the corridor. A couple of crew members passed them carrying cable cases and gave polite nods, none of them looking twice. Taylor slipped her hand into Osiah's for a second, gave it a quick, squeeze, then let go before they turned the corner into the busier section of the backstage area.
The celebration was exactly what Osiah expected—loud, happy, full of people still riding the high of a strong show. Someone had put on music. Plastic cups and bottles covered the tables. Taylor and Selena were immediately pulled into hugs and photos. Taylor handled it with the ease of long practice, laughing with her dancers, thanking the lighting team, posing for a couple of quick pictures with her arms around Selena. Osiah stayed near the edge of the room the way he always did, back to a wall, watching. Taylor looked completely at ease, but every few minutes her eyes found his across the space and held for a beat longer than necessary. Selena stayed close to Taylor, a little quieter but clearly comfortable, smiling when people congratulated her on the duet. At one point she glanced over at Osiah and gave him a small smile that still carried a trace of what had happened in the locked room earlier—something softer now, but still charged.
After about twenty minutes Taylor extracted herself with the usual graceful excuses—"early travel day tomorrow," "need to rest the voice," "you guys enjoy, I'm fading"—and collected Selena and Osiah on her way out, linking her arm through Selena's and tipping her head for Osiah to follow.
Back in the hallway she leaned against the wall for a second and closed her eyes, letting out a long breath.
"I'm exhausted," she admitted. "And sore. In the best possible way."
Selena laughed softly, still leaning into her. "Same. I keep waiting for my legs to feel normal again."
Taylor opened her eyes and looked between the two of them. The bright post-show energy had settled into something warmer and more private. "Hotel? All three of us? Or do you need your own space tonight, Selena?"
Selena hesitated only a moment, glancing at Osiah and then back at Taylor. "I can share. As long as it's actually sleep this time. I'm serious."
"Deal," Taylor said, a small smile tugging at her mouth. "Mostly sleep. Maybe a little more if anyone wakes up feeling ambitious. No pressure either way."
They rode back to the hotel in a car. Taylor sat in the middle of the back seat, one hand resting lightly on Osiah's thigh, the other loosely holding Selena's. No one talked much. The city lights of Philadelphia slid past the windows in long yellow streaks. Every so often Taylor's thumb stroked absently across the back of Selena's hand or the fabric of Osiah's jeans. Selena's head tipped once against Taylor's shoulder and stayed there for a few blocks.
In the suite they moved slowly, still carrying the weight of the day and the night. Taylor and Selena went into the shower first. The sound of water and soft conversation drifted out—nothing heated, just the low murmur of two people washing off stage sweat and everything else. When they came out wrapped in towels, hair damp, Osiah took his turn. By the time he stepped back into the bedroom both women were already in the big bed in soft t-shirts, hair still wet at the ends, looking half-asleep under the covers. Taylor lifted the edge of the blanket as an invitation.
Osiah slid in between them. The sheets were cool. Taylor immediately curled into his right side, one leg throwing over his, head settling on his shoulder like she'd done it a hundred times. Selena settled more carefully against his left, still a little shy about the casual closeness, but after a few seconds she relaxed and fitted herself against him. He wrapped an arm around each of them, palms resting against warm bare skin under the t-shirts.
Taylor pressed a sleepy kiss to his chest. "Thank you for today. For all of it. The show, the… everything. You made it easy."
"Anytime," he said.
Selena's voice was quiet in the dark, almost thoughtful. "I'm glad I said yes. To the song. And to… the rest of it."
Taylor reached across Osiah's chest and found Selena's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Me too."
They lay there, the only sound the low hum of the city outside and three people breathing. Taylor's leg stayed thrown over Osiah's. Selena's fingers rested lightly against his ribs, rising and falling with his breath. The earlier filth and urgency had burned all the way down into something simple and close—warm skin, shared heat, the residual ache of a long day and a longer night.
Taylor was the first to fall asleep, her breathing evening out against his shoulder, body going soft and heavy. Selena followed a few minutes later, a small sigh leaving her as she drifted off. Osiah stayed awake a little longer, listening to both of them, feeling the steady rhythm of their breathing, before he finally let himself follow.
Outside, Philadelphia kept moving. Tomorrow there would be another city, another stage, more production problems to solve. But for now the three of them stayed tangled together in the dark, spent and warm, the night finally quiet.
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