Not at all

But you weren't done yet. You spun him around with a firm grip on his hips, the cool tile wall pressing against his chest as you yanked his pants down in one swift motion, exposing the smooth, tight curve of his ass. His skin prickled in the chilled air, a faint shiver running through him as you bent him over, your hands spreading him just enough to line up your still-hard cock with that cute, puckered entrance. Without warning, you pushed inside—slow at first, savoring the exquisite tightness, the scorching heat that enveloped you like a vice, inch by torturous inch.

He let out a deep, throaty moan, arching his back to take you deeper, his body yielding yet clenching greedily. "Fuck... yes," he gasped, voice echoing off the stall walls.

You started with deliberate thrusts, each one drawing out the slick friction, the wet sounds of skin meeting skin mingling with your ragged breaths. But the need built fast—your pace quickened, hips snapping harder, filling the confined space with the symphony of your shared moans, his high and ****, yours low and guttural.

His fingers dug into your shoulders for leverage, nails biting through your shirt as he rocked back to meet every plunge, his body trembling with the rhythm. You could feel him tightening, the telltale quiver signaling he was close—mirroring the coil winding tighter in your own gut.

"Harder," he begged, voice breaking, eyes squeezing shut in ecstasy.

You obliged without mercy, gripping his waist bruisingly tight and driving into him with raw power, the stall door rattling faintly with each impact. His ass clenched around you, hot and unyielding, the sensation pushing you both toward the brink.

His body seized first—trembling violently as he came undone, inner walls pulsing in rhythmic waves that milked you relentlessly. The feel of him shattering sent you spiraling; with a guttural groan, you buried deep and spilled inside him, hot pulses flooding his depths.

Panting, sweat-slicked and spent, you eased out slowly, a slick trail following. You helped him straighten, steadying him as he turned with a dazed, satisfied smile.

"I think I definitely passed the test," he chuckled, voice husky and raw.

You laughed low, knowing this was just the prelude. "We'll see about that."

You both tugged up your pants, smoothed rumpled clothes, and slipped out of the stall, rejoining the restaurant's hum. Christian waited at the table, eyebrows arched in feigned innocence.

"Everything okay?" he asked, a smirk tugging at his lips.

You shot him a knowing glance, then turned to the actor, who was valiantly playing it cool despite the flush on his cheeks and the subtle shift in his stance.

"Yeah... everything's fine," you replied with a smirk, before exchanging goodbyes with Christian and heading out, the promise of more "auditions" lingering in the air.