Page 17 of Salacious Star

Even to my own ears, the small talk sounded painfully stilted and forced, and from the way that Tristan quirked his eyebrow at me as he drew level, he thought so too.

"What are you doing tonight?" he asked, smirking at me as he tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

The motion pulled the fabric of his jeans tight over his cock, and I couldn't stop myself from looking at it, despite the fact that it's nowhere near the socially acceptable thing to do in the moment.

The bulge twitched when I looked at him, and my mouth dried, the urge to drop to my knees and press my lips to it right then and there almost stronger than I could resist. I tore my eyes away from it to look back at Tristan, and I ignore the amusement written all over his face as I meet his gaze again.

"I don't have any plans," I answered honestly. "This was really the only thing that I had planned to do today."

Tristan nodded, as if I had told him exactly what he wanted to hear. "Great," he said decisively. "You're coming out with me tonight. We're going to have a couple of drinks, and we're going to get to know each other a little bit better, so you don't keep looking like you're going to jump out of your skin every single time I touch you."

The words to protest bubble up to my lips, but Tristan laid a finger over my mouth before I could say anything. "Come on," he said, his voice softer. "I promise, I'm not going to bite. I just want to talk through what you can expect. My costar did the same thing for me before my first shoot, and it was really helpful."

His expression is so earnest that I can't resist him, and I finally nod after a painfully tense moment.

"Yeah, okay," I mumbled, my voice soft against his finger where it was still pressed against my lips.

Tristan chuckled, and he slid his finger along my lower lip before he gently patted my cheek, winking at me. "There's a good boy," he teased.

Despite the fact that rationally, I knew that he was joking, I couldn't stop myself from flushing at his deliciously sexy words, and the glint of interest in his eyes told me that he caught my little slip up.

God, it seemed like he already knew so much about me, and yet, I knew so little about him.

Maybe he was right. Maybe going out to drinks was going to put us more on an even playing field. I certainly needed it, if I was going to be able to shoot fuckingpornwith this guy.

"What time?" I asked, my voice breathier than I wanted it to be.

Tristan smirked, and he pulled out his phone, clicking it open and glancing through a few screens before he nodded. "Meet me at the bar at 7:30," he said, his voice brooking no argument.

I nodded, and only relaxed a tiny bit when he finally fully released me and stepped away. "Okay," I said. "7:30. I'll see you tonight."

His eyes burned into me, and he nodded. "See you then," he said softly.

8

Tristan

I'm the first to admit that not only do I not get nervous or really interested about having sex, but I also don't get nervous ahead of dates.

Admittedly, the reason for that is because I haven't been interested in going on a date in...years, but that's neither here nor there.

But the fact of the matter is that Iamnervous going into this date, and the reasons why...well, they only kind of make sense. I've already met Xander, so it's not like this is a blind date. I've already felt his cock and rubbed up all over him, too, so this isn't a fear that we aren't physically compatible. Iknowwe are.

I couldn't deny that there were fuckingbutterfliesin my stomach that night when I pulled up to Gunner's though, and after killing the ignition, I took several moments to just...breathe and calm down.

I wanted this guy, but he was also my costar. I hadn't been lying when I'd told him that my first costar - an adorable guy named Drake, who'd become a good friend of mine before he'd moved to Seattle for a corporate gig and left the studio - had sat me down and walked me through the process of our first shoot beforehand, and that ithadreally helped me. I was a man who thrived on a plan and stability, which was one of the reasons that I hated changing costars so fucking much.

But with Xander...things just clicked. It was the most natural chemistry that I had felt in all my years of working in the adult industry, and I didn't want to scare him away.

I wanted to fuck him, but more than that...

Fuck.

"Nope," I said aloud, my fingers tightening on my steering wheel. "You are not finishing that thought. You are notgoing to go in there like a crazy baby duckling that's imprinted on him. You're going to walk in there, sit down, order a drink, and pretend like you're not thinking about bending him over and fucking him in front of the bar."

The pep talk didn't do anything other than make my cock twitch with interest at the visual, and I finally blew out a breath and got out of my car, heading into the bar and making an immediate beeline for the counter after scanning the room to confirm that Xander hadn't arrived yet.

"Hey, Tris." Mark smiled at me when I slid into a seat, and he arched an eyebrow when all I did was bury my face in my hands. "Rough day?"

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