Evan stood in front of me, a huge grin brightening his handsome face. But I couldn’t break character, so I kept my expression serious.
“Tell me,” I said, glancing down at the notebook I’d placed on my lap, pretending to squint to decipher the name on the sheet of paper, “Percival Hardbottom, is it?”
Evan nodded, suppressing his urge to laugh at the silly name I’d picked for him this time.
“Why is it that you want to get into this business?” I asked him, my eyes scanning his body from head to toe. I intentionally lingered over the fitted white T-shirt that clung to his pectoral muscles and then took a painfully slow time scrutinizing the outline of the jean-clad package between his legs.
“Well,” he said, overdoing the Southern drawl he’d chosen for his character tonight, “I think doing a porno could be quite lucrative for me, ma’am.”
I lifted a finger to stop him. “No ma’am’s, Percy. Do I look that old to you?”
He shook his head. “No ma…, I mean. No.”
Now it was my turn to hold back my laughter. He was playing this character for all he was worth.
I tossed the notebook aside in mock annoyance, crossed my legs and leaned one hand on the cushion next to me. “Let me see what a country boy like you has underneath those clothes.”
“Uh...alright, sure,” he said, pretending to be flustered. He pulled the shirt over his head and folded it carefully, placing it on the arm of the chair behind him. Next, he unzipped and peeled down the jeans, exposing his muscled thighs and black boxer briefs. “Is this good?”
I shook my head slowly and pointed a manicured fingernail at his briefs. “I need those off too.”
“Yeah, sure. Right away,” he said, sliding the underwear down and putting them on top of his pile of clothes.
“That’s it, Percy. Much, much better,” I said, widening my eyes as I studied his slightly erect penis.
He flashed his biggest, goofiest, and best country boy grin as he placed his fists on his hips and stood wide-legged. “Glad you like it, uh…”
I waved a hand at him, finishing his sentence. “Gillian. Not ma’am.”
He nodded vigorously. “Right, right.”
“Come a little closer,” I demanded.
He strolled over and stopped in front of me. I reached out, inching forward to touch his stiff rod when I froze with my hand in mid-air. I looked up at him standing tall over me. “Now, I have to look you over. It’s part of the audition,” I informed him. “You okay with a manual inspection?”
I let my hand continue toward him and closed my fingers around his shaft. I caressed him slowly, before lifting his dick to inspect the underside. I made an approving face and nodded as if pleased with what I saw. When I dragged a finger slowly up and down the ridge just under the glans, his breath caught and his chest heaved. I smiled and released him suddenly, standing up to continue my inspection.
I walked around him, pretending to prod, poke, and rub him in order to test for suitability. And the smirk on Evan’s face clearly gave him away. He enjoyed my not-so-subtle teasing as much as I loved doing it.
I finished my circle around him and returned to stand in front of him. “So, I think you’ll do, Percy.”
Evan’s smile widened.
“But,” I continued, “I’m going to need you to prove you can cut it in this line of work.”
“Oh, of course,” he said with a drawl.
“You can start with me. I want you to simulate a scene with me the way you would perform it with your co-star.”
“Yeah?” He was playing up the naive country boy role, nodding his head excitedly as he moved close. “You want me to start now?”
“That was the idea,” I said, maintaining my smart-ass persona.
“Okay,” he said, pretending to awkwardly grasp my waist with one hand and lift my chin. He leaned down to bring his lips to mine, but the kiss was sloppy and uncoordinated. Absolutely nothing like Evan’s kisses. My boyfriend was the best kisser I’d ever met so he was clearly committing to his character. And I loved it, because it gave me more to work with for this little scene of ours.
I pulled away and frowned up at him. “That ain’t gonna cut it,” I said, mocking his accent. “You’ve gotta do better than that if you want this job. I have at least ten more guys in line waiting to snag this. So if you want it, you better show me just how much you want it.”
Evan raised his eyebrows in an expression that said he was ready to accept my challenge and give me way more than I’d bargained for. His soft and vulnerable boyish exterior was gone and replaced with that of a determined man.
Evan crushed me hard against him and bent down again to give me a kiss so deep and carnally passionate it felt like he’d steal the breath right out of me.
He released my lips and said in a husky, deeper tone now. “How’s that?”
I nodded, my eyes still closed from the shock of the intense kiss. “That’s good. But I need more.”
“I’ve got more,” he said, quickly undressing me and wasting no time before he went straight for my breasts. He rolled my nipples under his thumbs until they became erect buds. With my eyes still closed, I could feel his lips latch onto one and pull me in, circling the nipple with his tongue. He pulled my hips into him, crouching down so that his groin met mine, and his hard penis rubbed against my mound, stimulating my clitoris.
I swallowed, lost in the feel of him grinding against me, and at a loss for words too. The hard ass hiring agent was gone and replaced by the willingly submissive woman that he’d brought out of me.
Evan held on tightly to my waist and eased me down to sit on what was serving now as our casting couch. He knelt before me, pulling my hips to the edge of the couch and bent down for one long swipe of my cunt, then another. Then it was all over as he slid the hood of my clit up to circle the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue.
I wiggled under him, unable to remain serious even if I wanted to. There was no need to stay in character anymore. I was completely into the moment.
The circles turned into insistent laps against my clit followed by a loud, sexy sounding slurp as he pulled it into his mouth for a steady suck.
I was hovering over the edge, seconds away from coming when he straightened up onto his knees, lined his cock up with my cunt and pushed into my slickened entrance.
He pulled my hips in until I was no longer seated on the couch. My elbows on the cushions and his strong arms were my only support as my ass hovered in the air above the floor.
Evan’s long, slow strokes went all the way in and all the way back out of me as he leaned in to hungrily devour my lips. Then it was my breasts that he feasted on before pulling away to grip my hips so he could concentrate on giving my smart ass a proper pounding.
“You said you wanted more,” he said, the heat from his eyes burning into mine. “This enough for you?”
I managed a smile through the delicious sensations he delivered, impressed by his ability to keep the accent going, even while he worked me so diligently.
It was so good that I was confused now. Exactly who was doing the hiring here? Because I’d completely lost control of this situation. But it was a helplessness I fully welcomed. And to further demonstrate who was in control, Evan circled his arms around my back, swiveled us around and lowered me to the floor.
He laid me on my back, lifted my legs, placed one on each of his shoulders, wrapped his arms around my thighs and drove himself into me. He directed his dick down, pumping deeply as I squirmed and arched my back, yearning for more.
Evan kicked the intensity up a notch when he lowered a hand to circle my clit with his thumb. His steady, domineering thrusts and just a few strums of my clit was all it took to send my body into a convulsive fit and make me climax harder than ever before. I screamed out and my body fell limp. My eyes were closed but I heard him snickering even through my daze.
“You haven’t had enough yet, have you ma’am?” he said, digging deeper into his drawl.
I opened my eyelids to him winking at me, his arms still wrapped tightly around my thighs and his dick still rock hard inside me. I croaked out weakly, “What did I say about calling me, ma’am?”
He grinned, and began a slow, deep dip in and out of me as he spoke, knowing it would only make me weaker and less able to protest. “I figured at this point, I could call you anything I want, ma’am, and you won’t have nothing to say about it.”
I closed my eyes, surrendering to his ryhthm. He was right. I didn’t have anything to say about it. All I wanted to do was let him continue stroking me just like that. Fuck my character. He’d won this time.
“All I want right now,” he said, picking up his pace, “is to make sure you hire me for this part. I want you to tell me I’m the best one for this role, ma’am.” His breaths were coming out in pants now as he concentrated on delivering a steady beat of thrusts that filled me inside, going deep and tickling past my G- spot. My body tensed and I was about to lose it again.
Evan took that as his cue to go harder, and I squealed every time he entered, his cock hitting my cervix and activating nerves there that delivered deliciously pleasurable sensations. “Shit,” I said, gripping and squeezing his thighs.
“Tell me what I want to hear,” he said.
“You...you’ve got the part.”
“And what?” I asked.
“Am I the best one for this part?”
“You...you are,” I panted out, screaming when he drove even deeper into me, clearly pleased with my answer.
“That’s all I needed to hear,” he said, going full speed now that he was satisfied with my compliance. His thrusts propelled me forward into another earth-shattering orgasm and he was right behind me as his body shook with the tremors of his own climax.
I let my legs fall to his sides as he collapsed onto me, supporting himself on his elbows. His smiling eyes met mine. “You don’t know how glad I am you decided to give me a chance.”
I smirked and leaned up to nibble on his lip. “Trust me country boy, nobody could compare to what you just did.” I brushed a sweaty strand of hair from his face. “I see a really bright future for you, Percy.”
We both laughed and he kissed me before we became entwined in each other’s arms, basking in the post-audition glow.
Erotic flash fiction to make your Fridays a little more spicy.