Page 26 of Salacious Star

"You're ready when I say you are, baby," Tristan chided, his voice amused. It was the persona that he was putting on for the cameras, I knew, and I could hear the strain underneath that told me that he was reaching the end of his restraint, too.

He sank his fingers all the way inside of me, and then leaned in to lick around the edge of my rim, tearing another whimper out of me. I'd never sounded so fucking pathetic and desperate when having sex before, but nobody I'd been with had compared to Tristan, and that was without considering the job aspect of it all.

"Please," I choked. "God, I need it. I fucking need your cock. Tear me the fuck open."

Tristan's fingers stilled, and then hegrowled, fucking his fingers into me a few more times before he yanked them free, and then he flipped me back over onto my back. His eyes were dark and molten as he looked down at me, and I mindlessly reached for his cock - hard and red and leaking now - and he grabbed my wrist, squeezing in reproach before I could make contact.

"Hands off, baby," he said, his voice raw. Then, his eyes never leaving mine, he reached for the bedside drawer next to us and opened it, fishing out a condom and a bottle of lube - had they been there the whole time? I mean, obviously, but on purpose, or were those just things that were kept in random drawers on set? - and then he held up the condom, arching an eyebrow at me.

I swallowed hard. I'd gotten my testing done before my first interview to prove that I was negative, of course, and Cole had emailed me over Tristan's results as well. Monthly tests were obligatory as a requirement of my contract, and I knew the same for Tristan.

I'd never gone bare with anyone, but there was nobody safer to do it with than this man. And the thought of there being any barrier between the two of us, even the most minimal required for safety...I hated it. I didn'twantit.

So slowly, never looking away from his eyes, I shook my head. "I want to feel you," I whispered, swallowing hard. I couldn't remember if this had been a part of the script - it really had only focused on getting us to the sexual activities, rather than dictating what we did when we got there - but nobody called out to stop us, and it felt like a nice, organic development of the scene.

"I mean..." I continued, chewing on my lower lip and desperately ignoring my throbbing cock. God, I wanted to come. "I've never...before. And...I trust you..."

For a moment, Tristan's eyes softened, and I saw when the meaning of my words hit him, Tristan, the person, rather than him, Tristan, the performer. His eyes warmed as he looked at me, his lips quirking up in a soft smile, and then he tossed the condom to the side and leaned down to cup my face.

"Didn't I promise that I would take care of you, baby?" he murmured.

Then he kissed me deep, swallowing my moan, and the click of the lube bottle made my nerves and anticipation spike. My hole fluttered, and sucked on his lower lip before he pulled away so that he could slick his cock up.

"Pull your legs back, baby," Tristan ordered, his voice soft as he stroked himself. "Show me that pretty hole."

My cock jerked, drooling all over my lower belly, and I reached down to hook my hands under my knees, pulling them back so that Tristan could see. Out of the corner of my eye, I barely saw the camera moving on its wheeled base, likely getting a better angle on my hole as well.

My cheeks flushed, but then Tristan made a soft sound of approval, drawing my attention right back where it should be. He smirked, and nodded.

"Fucking perfect," he breathed.

Then he stepped forward, his free hand smoothing down the back of my thigh soothingly as he nudged the head of his cock up against me, and I swallowed down another whine when his gaze met mine. "Good? You ready?"

I knew that he was checking in as part of the scene - no responsible top would take a real virgin with the minimal prep that he'd given me - but I was so wound up I wanted to fucking scream.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good." I nodded, biting back another whimper as my fingers dug into my thighs where I held myself. "Please, I can't...I don't want to wait anymore..."

My needy babbling - that was only half a performance for the scene - was immediately cut off when he started to push forward, and the slick head of his cock breached me with barely any effort, scattering my thoughts and making me groan.

"Oh, Jesus," Tristan hissed. He paused with just the head of his cock inside of me, and he met my gaze, his eyes burning. "You feel too fucking good, baby," he rasped.

Then his hands found my hips and gripped, and he pushed forward until he was buried all the way inside of me, filling me up with one smooth stroke. The fullness nearly made me choke, and I clenched down on him, tearing soft groans out of both of us when the head of his cock gently pressed against my prostate just from how fucking big he was.

Fuck, he was big. I'd been imagining...but my fantasy had fuckingnothingon the reality.

"Fuck..." I bit my lip to stop another pathetic whimper from escaping me, and Tristan shook his head, his eyes blazing as he released one of my hips so that he could reach up and free my lip from my teeth.

"Don't hide the sweet sounds from me, baby," he said roughly. "I want to hear you fall apart on my cock for the first time."

Then he pulled out andslammedhome again, the thrust so hard that it jarred my entire body, and any thoughts of being in control, of staying quiet and demure while I allegedly lost my virginity...all of it flew out the window.

"Tristan!" His name fell from my lips before I could stop it, and he growled, already fucking me deep and hard and fast. Not frantic, but steady. All the way in, and all the way out.

"Fuck, I love the way you say my name," he gritted out, his jaw tense. His fingers dug into my hips so hard that I knew there would be bruises there the next day, and every thrust slammed the head of his cock right up against my prostate,making me see stars. The sounds that fell from my lips as he fucked me didn't even sound human, and God, there was going to be no coming back from this.

Even if I decided that working at Studio Black wasn't for me, there was no going back to a world where I'd never been fucked by Tristan Harker.

"Oh, fuck...Fuck, I'm close..." I choked out, clenching my hands into fists at my sides in the sheets. My cock was so fucking hard, felt so swollen and tight, I was almost positive that the barest brush of my fingers against it would make shoot. And I knew for a fact that I'm was going to have to wait to be given the go ahead for the money shot.

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