Page 10 of Salacious Star

Xander's cheeks pinked a little, and he swallowed. "Sure. Sorry," he mumbled.

Emmett waved his hand around, already back in work mode as he lifted his camera, crouching up and coming even closer to us. "Don't worry about it. Now look back at Tristan, and Tris, stroke your knuckles down his cock. Tease him."

My cock jumped at the words, and I smirked down at Xander, leaning close to him again. "What do you think, Xan?" I asked, my voice low and growly. "Should I tease you?"

I stroked my knuckles down the covered length of his cock as I asked, and the needy, desperate little sound that escaped Xander's lips almost made me throw the entire shoot out the window. It took everything inside of me to keep my head screwed on straight as I cupped Xander's balls, ignoring the clicking of Emmett's camera as I rolled them in my palm one, and then the other, gently squeezing.

Xander made another choked sound, and his hands flew back to my sides. Clutching to me, as if he were going to fly apart without me to anchor him. His cock jerked, and I couldn't help the low growl that I let out at the blatant sign of how I was affecting him.

I glanced at Emmett, waiting for him to peek over the top of his lens before I arched my eyebrow in ask.

Emmett and I had worked together long enough that he knew what I wanted, and one corner of his mouth tugged up in a little smirk before he nodded and lifted his camera again.

I turned my full attention back to Xander, squeezing his balls one more time before releasing him. He let out a tiny, shuddering breath. But before he could get comfortable and relax at the lack of stimulation, though, I wrapped my hand around the bulge of his cock and squeezed firmly.

"Fuck!" Xander gasped. His head tipped back, his neck stretching out in front of me, and I couldn't stop myself from leaning down, nosing at his neck while I stroked his cock through his underwear, nice and slow. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Emmett shift his camera to what we were doing up top, but all of my attention was focused on Xander.

"Sensitive," I murmured. I leaned down, brushing my lips against his jaw, feeling the not quite prickle of incoming scruff. He had clearly shaved that morning, and the fact that his skin was already getting rough made me think that he could grow quite the beard, if he wanted to.

He swallowed, and another whimper, bitten back, sounded from his throat. "Yeah," he said shakily.

I chuckled against his skin, and squeezed his cock again. The heavy weight of it fit perfectly in my hand, and I itched to slide my hand under the waist of his tight underwear, to wrap my hand around him skin to akin. To hear what needy, desperate little sounds came from his pretty lips when I had him at my mercy.

I was cognizant of the camera, still clicking away, though, and I settled for pressing my lips against his throat, nipping marks into his skin. They were bright pink to my eyes and probably wouldn't show up well if Emmett was doing as I had suggested and using the black and white, but they weren't for the camera.

They were for me.

I squeezed his cock again, then rolled my hips, rubbing my length against his hip. The pressure made me groan, the sound loud and sensual, and Xander let out another whimper before he bucked up into my touch. His cock pulsed in my grip, and on my next upstroke, I felt a wet spot growing under my hand, sticky and damp.

I huffed out a little laugh, pulling away so that I could look him in the eye again. "Needy," I teased.

I squeezed the head of his cock, making him hiss, and his eyes flashed, hot and annoyed as he looked up at me.

"You don't seem to be doing much better, buddy," he challenged. He thrust up against me again, this time deliberately rubbing against my cock.

The stimulation made me rumble out another moan, and then I tossed back my head with a laugh that was brighter and more genuine than I could remember myself making for a while.

When I looked back down at him, splayed out underneath me like a treat for the taking, I knew that the intensity I was feeling was written all over my face. His breath caught as he looked up at me, and his tongue darted out to wet his bottom up again.

This time I didn't resist the urge. I leaned down, sinking my teeth into that plush bottom lip of his and pulling, listening to him gasp as my tongue flicked out and stroked along the same skin that he had just licked. Arousal burned, low in my belly, and I pulled away, just enough that his lip stretched a little bit with me. I heard a few satisfying clicks of the camera, and then I let him go, winking down at him before I glanced over at Emmett.

"What do you think, Em?" I squeezed Xander's cock again, just to listen to him let out another pretty gasp. "Seems good to me. We about done here?"

Emmett lowered his camera, and his cheeks were flushed. There was a hint of feral arousal in his eyes that I hadn't seen before, and I couldn't stop myself from smirking even wider at the fact that Xander and I had put that look in our photographer's eyes.

"Yeah," he said, his voice low and raspy. "You're good." He glanced down at the little display on his camera, clicking a few times before he looked up at us, his eyes glittering. "Really fucking good."

Pleasure at the compliment warmed me, and I grinned down at Xander, who looked a little confused, before leaning down and pressing a teasing kiss to the tip of his nose as I regretfully released his cock. "Come on, newbie. We're done for the day. You did good."

I climbed off him - dragging my cock again his thigh one more time as I did so - and offered him my hand to help him stand on slightly shaking legs. He glanced between me and Emmett, who was flitting around and turning off the bright set lights now that he had declared us done. "That's it?"

"What, did you think I was going to make you come all over my hand on your first day?" I teased.

His cheeks pinked again, and he shook his head, mumbling, "No, of course not. I just...I mean..."

"Sometimes shoots are nice and easy, Xan," Emmett interrupted, taking pity on the poor guy. "Tris and I have worked together for a while. There's a kind of sense that you'll develop to know if more work needs to be done. Sometimes you have a difficult costar, or you're not in the mood. Sometimes the lighting is off, or the chemistry isn't right." He winked at me, and I knew he was making fun of me. In the past,I’dbeen the cause of most of the listed troubles.

"And sometimes,” Emmett continued, “everything goes perfectly, and you get all the shots you need in..." He checked his phone. "Thirty eight minutes."

---