Malcolm gets flirty

"So, Mark gets horny when you flirt with other guys?" Malcolm asked.

I smiled back at him, "I didn't say when I flirted with other guys. I said when he gets jealous."

I glanced down to see that he had a hard-on tenting his shorts. "Alright, but wouldn't he get jealous if you were flirting?"

"Maybe," I wrapped my lips around the tip of the bottle and took a slow swig.

His smile broadened, "So you didn't just come over here for nutmeg, did you?" I shook my head. "You came over here to make Mark jealous, so you could have a fierce fuck when you get home?"

"Probably not. I got Mark off just before I came over here. So he may or may not be up to it again tonight, but hopefully, he will want to get me off." I told him, taking another drink.

"Funny," Malcolm said, "I didn't hear you guys having sex. Normally, I hear the bed rocking."

I shrugged, "We didn't have sex. I teased him and stroked him." I was feeling painless and bold. Part of me was worried I would go too far, but the rest of me craved going further.

He took another drink before saying, "So, do you mind me asking how you teased him?"

I turned and walked over to the living room and sat on Malcolm's couch as I said. "I'm thinking about getting back into acting and was asking Mark how jealous he would get if I had to kiss a guy or act out a love scene."

Malcolm laughed as he came over. "If I was acting out a love scene with you, I would have to tape my cock to my leg."

"Oh? Why's that?" I asked, wrapping my lips around the bottle again.

"Well, if it's not too forward, I don't know that I could resist grinding against you, especially if you were topless," he confessed.

"I may have suggested that as well and that my co-star might try and slip into me. If we were on stage in front of everyone, it would break the scene for me to protest." I told him, watching his cock twitch.

Malcolm cleared his throat, "That's if both of you were naked," he said.

I licked the tip of the bottle, "Of course, but it wouldn't look realistic if my co-star and I got into bed wearing panties and boxers."

He stepped a little closer, still not sitting. "So if I was your co-star, would you like to make the scene appear real?" he asked me.

"Maybe, though the next question is, if we were meant to be a couple, how would we conceal you putting a rubber on?" I continued to push. I felt flushed and hot, and I could tell Malcolm knew it.

"Well, if we were meant to be a couple, would I put one on? Doing that might break the scene."

I smiled at him, "I suppose it might, so I guess I would just have to trust you not to try and slip into me while playing at fucking me."

He smiled, "I don't know if I would trust me not to do that," he confessed.

I put the bottle down and stood up, slowly, I took the bottle from his hand and stepped closer. Quietly I breathed. "So, you would try and slip into me in front of an audience, covered only by a sheet?" He nodded, and I couldn't help but moan. "With my boyfriend in the audience?" He nodded again, and I felt one arm reach around me. "Well, I hope you have some stamina 'cause if you came in me on stage, that would be risky."

He pulled me closer and leaned his head down towards mine. "Oh, I couldn't promise that I wouldn't stroke myself till I was ready to cum before our scene." He pressed his lips to mine, and I felt his tongue delve into my mouth. I moaned at his touch, his breath.

After several moments he stopped but kept holding me close. "Are you telling me that if you were my co-star, you would try and cum in me on stage, in front of everybody?" I asked.

"Every night for the duration of the play," he said.

I pushed away from him gently and smiled up at him, "Well, I guess I should be glad you aren't in my acting troupe."

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