Page 27 of Salacious Star

"I can feel it, baby. I can feel how close you are. Do you want to come?" Tristan's eyes flashed, and his teeth pulled back in an almost demonic snarl, releasing my hip and reaching up to tweak one of my nipples harshly. The bite of pain only made it better, somehow, and I squirmed, clenching down on his cock and desperately trying not to lose control.

"You're good, guys." Dorian's voice floated to us, barely interrupting the frantic pace of our fucking. "Whenever you need. We can film more filler after a break."

He sounded a little breathless, like he was being just as affected by the scene that we were putting on as we were, and that made something inside of me feel all warm and gooey. I couldn't imagine what it would take to affect a director who literally watched people fucking for his job, and the fact that it sounded like the was just as into everything as we were...it was...validating?

That was silly, but it didn't make it any less true.

Tristan's fingers tweaked my nipple again, yanking me out of my thoughts, and he smirked at me, fucking harder. "Hear that, baby? You can come whenever you want." Another pinch tomy nipples, and the gleam in his eyes was the only warning I got before he finished, "As long as you can come untouched."

His words fell on my ears, and ordinarily, I would have balked. I would have told him that I'd never been able to have a hands-free orgasm, even when I wasactuallyin college and sexually frustrated as all hell.

But in that moment, not only was it attainable, and achievable. It was...

"Oh, fuck, yes, there, there, there..." I moaned helplessly as he pounded against my prostate, and when Tristan released my nipple, only for his hand to slide up and wrap firmly around the column of my neck, bracketing me in place while he pounded me into the bed, that was the last straw I needed.

"Fuck!" I very nearly screamed as my cock jerked, and pleasure made my vision white out as I spilled all over my stomach, come spurting so far up that I swear I felt it hit one of my nipples. I groaned helplessly at the pleasure, and Tristan's fingers tightened around my throat as he pounded into me harder.

"Fuck, so good. So fucking good, baby. So tight, so fucking perfect...fuck."

I opened my eyes just in time to watch him throw back his head, and slam his hips inside of me as his cock jerked and he followed me over the edge. The groan that he let out was low and hedonistic and indulgent, and I mentally filed away the image of him coming for the first time in my spank bank.

I would be remembering this moment for a long fucking time.

"Fuck..." I whimpered, squeezing around him one more time and watching my cock give one more exhausted jerk, before it finally stilled, and Tristan's fingers on my throat and hip relaxed.

"Yeah, fuck," he said, slightly out of breath. He leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss to my lips, and then straightened up to gently pull his softening cock out of me.

"Fuck, that's hot," he murmured, his hands splaying on my thighs as he watched his come immediately start to leak out of me. I flushed, clenching, but that wasn't going to stop it. Fuck.

A moment passed with his eyes on the place where he had just fucking wrecked me, and then there was a soft clearing of someone's throat, and Dorian called out, "Alright, cut. Good, guys. That was...really fucking good."

I blinked, and Tristan looked like he was coming out of a bit of a haze, and he glanced over his shoulder towards the crew. "Great," he said, his voice raspy. "Fifteen?"

I finally looked over in the shadowy corner where the camera was, allowing my eyes to adjust to the difference in light so that I could see the people standing there, and Emmett and Dorian were standing behind the camera with slightly awed, hungry looks on their faces as they looked at us, and the erections in both of their pants were impossible to ignore.

Dorian nodded, looking at his husband. "Yeah, fifteen," he agreed, his voice rasping. "We'll film filler afterwards but...damn."

Tristan chuckled, and he nodded, holding out his hand for me and smiling. "Come on, baby star. Let's get cleaned up and some water. The day isn't over yet."

11

Tristan

"Come on, Xan. Up you get."

Xander's body was casually lax in my arms, one arm wrapped around my waist as I followed him into his dressing room, the chatter of the crew behind us fading when I shut the door.

The rest of the shoot had gone off without a hitch, and was actually one of the shorter ones that I'd participated in while working for the studio. Less than two hours had passed since the cameras had first started rolling, and my balls were a little sore and achy from the second orgasm that had wracked my body.

The intensity of that orgasm had probably stemmed from the fact that Xander had spent the better part of half an hour with his lips wrapped around my cock while Emmett and Dorian got some filler shots and film. I couldn't remember the last time that I felt so worked up, my cock so hard and my balls so swollen, and by the time I had finally come again, there was a part of me that was sure that I would never have an erection again.

Still, it couldn't have been more worth it. I couldn't remember the last time that I'd enjoyed a shoot so much. And now...

"Mmm." Xander's soft, nonsensical mumble caught my attention, drawing me out of my head, and I couldn't stop myself from chuckling softly as I leaned him against the wall next to his shower.

"Stay," I ordered, reaching up and brushing my fingers along his cheekbone. Even after everything that we'd just done, the feeling of his skin under my fingertips made my stomach flip, and it took every ounce of self control I had to let my hand drop away, instead of wrapping around the back of his neck so that I could plant one on his kiss-swollen lips.

His eyes fluttered open, their golden depths hazy and a little unfocused, and a smile touched his full lips that made my stomach flip. "'Kay."

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