The Roles We Play: An Erotic Short (The Classics Collection) by Trina Rossi Page B

come.
    “Oh God,” I whispered as softly as I could. “Are you really doing this to me?”
    “Fuck, yes.”
    His fingers moved in a gentle circular motion, warming my clit and giving me unbearable pleasure. I finally took my hand from his cock and put my fingers on my left nipple, which was as hard as a rock. Jack took the hint and leaned in and down, using his mouth to push the silk covering my right breast out of the way and getting his mouth on my right nipple. His tongue flicked it in a sort of a tease, up and down, side to side, as I felt as though I were going to burst. He then moved over to my left and did the same, finally stopping to suck on it. Back and forth between the two, dividing his time equally while he continued to pleasure me. I couldn’t take it anymore. My body started to shudder in ecstasy as I came for him. I almost laughed, wondering what we looked like from behind, to the director and the audience.
    I wondered if I would have time to return the favour, when suddenly I realized that I was hearing the line that was our cue to get up. Jack and I smiled at one another in our dark corner and, after carefully making sure that our clothes were in place, we slid out of the bed and headed backstage.
 
    When the rehearsal had ended and we were throwing our coats on he walked up and said,
     
    “Same time tomorrow night?”
     
    “Sounds pretty fucking good to me.”
     
    The next night was Opening. Tensions and excitement ran high already because there would be a good-sized audience; the play had been widely advertised and we knew there was a buzz. I wasn’t particularly nervous. Just excited to get back into that bed.
    The first act seemed to drag on while I anticipated what was coming, though I had fun coming out and doing my seductive routine for Jack, knowing what had happened the previous night, knowing that he knew what I wasn’t wearing under my costume. When I lifted my skirt for him, I deliberately leaned in and angled my knee towards him so that he could see my glistening pussy lips from his spot on the couch. His character, Martin, was supposed to appear delighted and to put his newspaper down. Suddenly I was aware that Jack wasn’t acting; not even close. His eyes fixed themselves on that spot between my legs and I knew the second act would be something memorable again.
    When we slipped under the sheets this time, I was all business. I’d loved what he’d done for me the night before but I was determined to give back this time. I crawled on top of him and squeezed him with my thighs on either side of his torso. I didn’t care if I was sitting up too tall for the audience; we were mostly in shadow anyhow. I didn’t even mind when my strap slipped down and I could tell that my full breast was peeking out, revealing the warm pink of my aureola. As long as Jack was hard I couldn’t have cared less.
    And he was. His cock eagerly awaited me again, and I let myself descend onto him through his pajamas, rubbing my wetness on his shaft. I could hear him breathing rapidly, ecstatic an d frustrated at the sensation.
    “Do you feel how wet I am?” I asked.
    “God, yes.”
    I smiled and slid off of him, letting my right hand glide towards the tie of his bottoms again, and undid them. This time, I opened the pajamas completely and let myself back up, disappearing under the covers.
    “Oh. My. Fucking. God.”
    My mouth stopped briefly as my lips parted to meet his shaft, and I kissed it a few times, guiding myself down to his balls. I licked them for a few seconds, then sucked gently as I felt him grow ever harder. Then I decided that I was being cruel and moved my face towards the head of his cock. I put my lips around it and sucked, ever so gently, as a means to tease him. Then I leaned in and allowed myself to take his entire cock in, moistening it all the way down and causing him to gasp. I was eating him properly now.
    With my right hand I stroked his shaft up and down, as I let my tongue