Page 22 of Salacious Star

There was a glint in his eyes as he looked at me, and I couldn't stop myself from squirming a little. I knew that he was talking about the camera and being filmed, but in my mind, the implication was that I was going to be a natural atotherthings.

Fuck.

My cock swelled in my jeans, my hole fluttering a little as I settled back into my spot on the couch, and all of the set hands pulled away from the lit area as Tristan sauntered - yes,sauntered- off the set behind the fake door. He winked at me one more time and then shut the door, and then I was alone on the set. The lights bright over me, and feeling very much like the solo act that hadn't rehearsed my lines.

Fuck.

"Alright, let's go. Three...two...one...action!"

Dorian's voice startled me - I couldn't really see jack shit with the set lights shining in my eyes - and I almost jumped off the couch. For a moment, I had no idea what I was supposed to do - what was I supposed to do with my hands? - but then there was a knock on the door, and my brain came back online.

"Coming," I called out, mentally wincing at the roughness of my voice. I sounded like I smoked ten packs a day for fun, and then three more because I was addicted.

Smooth, buddy.

I stood and crossed the room, taking a deep breath before I opened the door. Tristan was doing the boyfriend lean against the frame on the other side of it, and his eyes were hot when they crawled down my front in a slow, sexy perusal.

Immediately, all of my nerves vanished. The only thing there was was Tristan's eyes on me, and the fact that I wasalready hard as a fucking rock from the way that he was looking at me like he wanted to eat me."

"Hey," I said softly, stepping back to make room for him.

His lips quirked up in a smirk, and he stepped into the "room" before he kicked the door shut behind him, immediately stepping into my space and cupping my face with both his hands.

"Hey, baby," he murmured, his voice raw and just as hot as his eyes.

Then his lips were on mine, and I fuckingmeltedinto him.

Fuck. Our first kiss.Our first fucking kiss.

I moaned softly as his lips moved against mine, skillful and seductive, and opened when his tongue slid along my lower lip. My mind blanked out, and I went easily when he stepped forward once, and then twice, again and again, backing me up until the backs of my knees hit the bed, and I went down in an easy tumble when he put his hands on my shoulders and shoved.

I let out a needy little whimper because he wasn't kissing me anymore, and when I looked up at him, he looked larger than fucking life, hovering over me the way that he was. His cock was already a delicious bulge in his joggers, and I licked my lips as I looked at it, my mouth already watering.

"I..." I stammered, looking at Tristan as he finally leaned down, planting his hands on either side of my face. "I'm nervous," I blurted out.

It was a line that had been in the meager script, yes. But it was true, too. For some reason, my cock hadn't seemed to have gotten the memo, but that didn't change the fact that I was both nervous and fuckingravenousfor my first time with Tristan.

Tristan hummed, and there was a glimmer of understanding in his eyes even as his lips pulled up in a cockier smirk. He lowered himself even further, pressing his pelvisfirmly against mine, and I was vaguely aware that he'd angled us to make it easy for the camera to catch every expression.

"What are you nervous about, baby?" Tristan asked, playing along. His delivery was much smoother than mine, and it drew a juxtaposition between the two of us that made my cheeks flush.

Me, the blushing, nervous, stammering "virgin." Him, the experienced, seductive top.

My hole clenched as his cock twitched against mine, and I moaned softly when he shifted his hips against mine, grinding in a mind-numbing rhythm that made me want to throw the script that we were supposed to be following out the window.

"Come on," Tristan encouraged, his voice dropping into a low growl. "Tell me what's going on in that sweet mind of yours, baby."

He leaned down and trailed his lips down my throat, and somehow, I didn't think that he was wholly doing this for the camera. Yes, they were filming, of course, and I could vaguely hear low whispers from Dorian and Emmett that were quiet enough that I couldn't decipher them.

Not that I was trying. I wasdistracted.

Tristan's lips were firm against my skin, and I gasped when his teeth sank into my throat in a quick, stinging nip before he pulled away. His eyes were dancing with amusement, and I swallowed hard, clenching my hands into fists in the bed covers on either side of my hips as I tried to thrust up against me, chasing more of the pleasure that dry-humping had never given me before, but none of my normal rules seemed to matter when it came to this man.

He chuckled softly, pulling away just enough that I didn't get what I wanted. A low whine escaped me, and he shook his head, reaching down and gently bracketing my throat with his hand, holding me down as he cocked his head to the side.

"I'll touch you the second that you tell me why you're nervous," he said, his voice smooth and easy. Challenging.

My cock throbbed, and another whimper escaped from me before I licked my lips and whispered, "I...I've never done anything...like..."

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