Page 25 of Salacious Star

"Yes, please," he breathed.

Xander

Tristan's eyes were hot and feral as he looked down at me, and I whined when he squeezed my cock again. Just that tiny stimulation was almost enough to have me making a mess of my jeans, and I was holding onto my control by the fucking skin of my teeth.

The head of his cock rested against my lips, and the urge to take him into my mouth again so that I could suck was strong. I fucking loved giving head; the feeling of being able to take my partner apart with my mouth was unlike anything fucking else, and I desperately wanted to suck on Tristan and until he exploded down my throat and I could swallow every drop he gave me.

But there was a big part of my mind that was almost painfully aware of the cameras that were still running, the people who were watching. It wasn't an uncomfortable feeling - not like I thought it might be - but I couldn't deny that they were there, and that had me a little gun shy.

So instead of swallowing him down again the way I wanted to, I licked the tip, the tiniest soft flick, just to watch Tristan's eyes flare. His fingers flexed in my hair, gripping so firmly that my scalp stung, and he gripped my cock even more firmly, stroking once and tearing a cry out of me.

"Greedy boy," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He winked at me - with the eye that wasn't facing the camera, so the others couldn't see his brief break in character - and then he squeezed me one more time before he pulled away, taking his cock out of the reach of my tongue and making my stomach twist with mild disappointment and fluttering anticipation.

"Up," he rasped, standing and holding his hand out for me. His cock jutted out proudly in front of him, and I admired his complete lack of shame in his nudity as I scrambled to my feet, taking his hand.

He jerked me towards him and reached for the hem of my shirt, yanking it up and over my head before he slammed our mouths together again, kissing me hot and hard. I groaned, my cock throbbing as his hands fell to the button of my pants and quickly flipped it open, shoving the denim down until my cock sprang free and he could wrap his hand around it fully for the very first time.

"Fuck!" I gasped into his mouth when he stroked me, dry and almost too tight, and it was so fucking good that my knees buckled. Tristan chuckled, the sound feral, and his cock brushed against my hip as he stroked me again. "Oh, fuck, please..."

"Please?" Tristan's voice lowered, and he pressed one more hard kiss to my mouth before he released my cock and spun me around, crowding up against my back for a moment and sinking his teeth into my neck.

His cock nudged low lower back as I moaned, and I let my eyes flutter closed at the feeling of his teeth in my neck, one of his hands wrapping around to stroke my cock again. He was giving a show - doing the job that we were both there to do when my mind was too fucking gone to focus on the cameras - but all I felt was the way that he was touching me, the heat of his body against mine, the way that his tongue flicked over my skin and made me whine, my hips bucking into his touch.

"Please...oh,fuck..." His fingers teased lightly over the head of my cock, and I groaned, reaching back and threading my fingers through Tristan's soft curls. I tugged, and his lips curved up in a grin against my shoulder before his teeth detached, and he dragged his tongue over the marks that he'd undoubtedly left before he pressed his lips to my ear, his other hand falling and grasping one of my ass cheeks possessively.

"Here's how this is going to go," he murmured, his husky and seductive. Just loud enough to be picked up by the cameras, though it stillfeltlike he was speaking only for me. "I'm going to bend you the fuck over this bed, and I'm going to lick your tight little hole until you're screaming for me. I'm going to open you up on my fingers, and when you're ready, I'm going to stretch you out over my cock for the very first time. I'm going to fuckingdestroyyou, baby, and you're going to let me. Understand?"

His lips ghosted over the shell of my ear in a sweet kiss, and I nodded helplessly when he stroked my cock again, teasing his thumb over the sticky head. I didn't have to look down to know that my cock was drooling desperately, and privately, I didn't think that it was going to take all that long for Tristan toget me to that desperate state he clearly wanted me in. I was already halfway there.

"Do. You. Understand?" His teeth nipped, and I groaned, nodding.

"Fuck. Yes, yes, I understand," I panted.

He chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. "Good."

He released me, and then his hands were on my shoulders, shoving me forward. I barely managed to catch myself with my hands in time not to faceplant on the bed, and then Tristan grasped my hips, pulling me over until my ass was high and vulnerable on the edge of the mattress. I heard a soft thump, and then hands spread me wide, baring my hole to Tristan's - and the cameras - gaze.

"Fuck me," Tristan breathed, a puff of air that I was almost positive was involuntary.

Then a fingertip gently stroked over my hole, and I whined, burying my face in the covers to muffle the sound.

"Don't hide away, Xan," Dorian called out, his voice low and husky. "Turn your face towards us."

My cheeks burned hotter, and Tristan chuckled as I followed the direction, keeping my eyes squeezed shut. They might want to see me, but I didn't want to stare at them while Tristan was down...oh...

Tristan's tongue teased along my hole, and he groaned before burying his face between my cheeks and tonguing me properly. I'd stretched before I came on set, of course, so I was already relaxed, and the feeling of his tongue working its way inside of me, the sounds sloppy and wet as he ate me out...it made my head spin. I let out needy little pants, and my legs trembled as I pushed back, desperate for more, a tiny bit afraid of how well my self-control was going to hold up when I got it.

"Greedy. Fucking. Boy." Tristan snarled, his tongue sliding deep inside of me and and tearing a shocked gasp outof me, and then he pulled away, only for a sting to burst to life on one of my ass cheeks when he bit me. He pulled away and pressed a sweet kiss to my cheek, and as he did so, two fingers prodded at me, and then sank all the way inside.

"Oh, fuck," I choked out, the sudden fullness making my entire body stiffen. There was no sting due to my aforementioned preparation, just delicious warmth and fullness and almost humiliating intimacy. I could feel Tristan's eyes on me as he spread my cheeks with his free hand, watching his fingers push in and pull out of me, his knuckles tugging on my rim with every thrust, making me whimper.

"Look at you, taking my fingers for the first time," Tristan rasped. "You're so fucking tight, baby."

His fingers curled, and the yelp that I let out when he pressed firmly against my prostate was loud and shameless. My legs trembled, and I pushed back, shamelessly fucking myself on his fingers, all of my reservations gone, now.

Fuck, Tristan was going to fuck me. I was going to feel his cock inside of me. And I fucking wanted it now...now.

"Please, I'm ready," I said, breathless and needy as his fingers rubbed against my prostate again. "Please...oh,fuck..."

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