Bray Array - The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 19

"They aren't going to bite you," she said, and he smiled, taking the cups from her.

"Is it too much to believe that an actor can be shy?"

She paused, and then gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"No. But you're OK here, you're safe."

She exited the kitchen, letting him choose when to follow. When he finally emerged, he looked much more relaxed than before.

The first game that Avaline brought out was a fan favourite, Dice Capades, a game that had them doing everything from complex math equations to charades, depending on what section of the board they moved through. When it came her turn, she picked up a card and then grinned.

“OK, everyone close your eyes.”

“Nooo,” groaned the rest, knowing what was coming. Turning to the person on her right, which was Daniel, as the card instructed, she showed him what she had picked.

Act out a scene from a movie. If they guess, 10 points to both of you, and 5 to the guesser.

He raised an eyebrow, and she leaned her lips to his, whispering quietly her suggestion.

Laughing, he rose, holding his hand out to her. She stood up, pushing back her chair and beckoning the others to look. Taking a deep breath, she backed up, and then, to everyone’s surprise, took a flying leap into Daniel’s arms. He lifted her over his head.

“DIRTY DANCING!” called Lily, and the rest of the team groaned. Daniel’s muscles rippled as he slowly put her down. “Now, why didn’t you do God of Lightening?” she asked. Daniel laughed.

“Because the acting in that movie was shit.”

Laughter erupted around the table as they settled back down. Avaline squeezed his hand, winking. It seemed he was getting along fine with the rest of them. He seemed to be loosening up as well, his words flowing easier and his jokes coming with speed. Avaline sighed, watching him. If only he could be like this on set. But then, if only the others could be this kind to him on set, perhaps things would be different. He never got the chance to show off his personality like this, not with nasty comments baiting him at every opportunity.

"You can stay, if you want," Avaline said to Daniel, as he bid goodbye to the company.

"I don't want to impose," he replied and she shrugged.

"I was just going to order a pizza and watch a movie. If you have somewhere else to be though…"

"I most certainly do not," he assured her, reaching for his phone. "Allow me to at least pay for dinner, Avaline, you've been too kind already."

"Oh, if the paparazzi could see us now," she teased him, cleaning up the table while Daniel made the order.

When the pizza arrived, they curled up on the sofa, Avaline paging through Netflix.

"You used to do a lot of action, eh?" she inquired, as many of his movies popped up. "What happened? Got boring?"

"Uh-" he picked up another slice of pizza. "Yes. But I also fell from a set and broke my leg in 6 places. Never quite worked the same since."

"I'm sorry," her face fell in sympathy. He waved his hand.

"No, it was a blessing in disguise. I was looking for an out anyways, I prefer to play characters with a longer run."

"Like now, with TV," she continued to click.

"Or even theatre would be lovely. But this is fine. Stop," he leaned foreword, squinting. "Is that your face I see?"

"It is," she clicked on the thumbnail of the film. "I didn't have a single line in it, or more than 2 scenes. But they skanked me up and had me do a fashion show that ended in a pole dance and suddenly I'm a big star," she grinned at him and he raised an eyebrow.

"Are you alright with doing nudity in films, then?"

"Um… I don't know yet," she spoke after thinking a moment, taking the question as professional.

"Are you?"

"I have," he said as she came to sit on the couch beside him, Netflix forgotten. "But I haven't found it particularly wonderful for my career. It's of course, up to you my dear, but I would advise steering clear of it if you could."

"Something to consider," she grinned as she curled her legs up under her. "There's a big difference in doing it just because, and then doing it because the story needs it, like a sex scene."

"Mmm," he growled pleasantly, low in his throat. "We have a sex scene next week."

"Do we?” She quirked an eyebrow, surprised and delighted. Her hand travelled to his, which rested in his lap, and his eyes glanced below her neck line, just for a moment.

"We do. Its supposed to be after a drunken night of passion. I've read bits of it, it's very…"

"Raunchy?" she asked, squeezing his hand, and he nodded. Her foot travelled to touch his leg, and she moved a little closer. "Well, that's what you do when you're a pretty young female actor."

"You do yourself a disservice, Avaline," he whispered, his hand going to her face. "You are much better than most of the dolts we have on the show."

"What do you think happens between our characters?" she asked. "They seem like they are on the verge of a relationship, but not."

"Hmm," he stroked hair away from her face and his thumb trailed down her cheekbones, touching her soft lips. "I don't know. It could go either way."

Avaline drew in, then, having had enough of games. She wasn't forceful about it, but it was clear he was just as eager as she was. Their kiss was soft, nipping each others lips as if it were disallowed, and drawing back just as contact had been made.

She drew back after several moments, a devilish grin on her face as she stood up. He opened his mouth to protest, but quickly closed it as she pulled off her pants, revealing lacy red underwear and legs that went on forever. She pulled her shirt over her head, and let down her hair, and suddenly in front of him, he saw the model, the goddess that she once was, with her toned body and high breasts.

“You are beautiful,” he whispered as she drew near, swaying her hips in the way only a woman could. She crawled back onto him, her breasts rubbing against him, and it was too much for him.

He pushed her back onto the couch, shedding his pants and with a groan, unsheathing his manhood. His fingers traced the line of her panties, and then slipped underneath, delighted to feel her wetness. She groaned, pushing against his hand.

“Daniel, don’t play games,” she said, and he grinned, pulling her underwear down over her smooth legs. She arched her hips, searching for the pleasure, and he was happy to oblige. Teasing her with the tip, he found himself almost unable to control the feelings that were running through his body. With a groan, he plunged inside her, the thrusts rapid and hard as the pleasure built.

“Oh God-” he looked straight into her eyes. “I’m not going to last. Oh God.”

“So don’t,” she replied, meeting his thrusts, her breath coming in gasps. “I need it. I need it hard, and you cumming will make me cum.”

“Well, in that case my dear…” he thrust harder twice more, and then with a groan, spilled his seed into her. She cried out, her walls clenching around his cock, and milking him for every drop.

Finally, they fell off each other, exhausted. He wrapped an arm around her, drawing her closer as they tried to catch their breath.

In the dying sunlight, her eyes catching fire, she was absolutely stunning. But it was more than the physical. Daniel had been an actor most of his life, and he had spent a lot of time around beautiful women, even women as beautiful as Avaline. It was that kind smile that she gave him the first day they met; the courage it took once she knew the truth to continue to stand by him, even when her career was still new. She knew what she wanted, and she wasn’t afraid to speak her mind. It was quite a feat for one so new and young, and yet here she was, lying beside him.

“So, was that rehearsal for next week’s scene then?” she asked, with a cheeky grin and he groaned, squeezing her tighter.