Page 30 of Salacious Star

Watching it secondhand, the way that Tristan's pupils blew at my "confession" couldn't be faked. It made my cock hard as steel to see how obviously he wanted me, and when he growled, "You're a virgin, baby?", I had to squeeze the base of my cockhardso that I wouldn't spill all over myself right then and there.

Of course, things escalated from there. Tristan was kissing me again, then fucking my mouth, whispering filthy things to me. It was incredibly erotic to watch myself be fucked on camera, and my cock leaked more and more as the video played on. My hand grew a little sticky, a lot rough and slick, and by the time Tristan was fucking me, my head was spinning, and God, I wanted to come.

And yet...something felt like it was missing. I wanted Tristan there. For real. Not just on the video, I wanted him there with me, watching and evaluating. Agreeing with about how hot we were together.

The realization was like a punch to the gut, and before I could stop myself, I reached for my phone and grabbed it, dialing Tristan's number before I could think twice about it.

"Hey, baby star," Tristan's warm voice sounded in my ear after only one ring. "So, what did you think?"

My words were frozen the second that I heard him speak, and my hand worked faster. A moment passed, and I panted softly, and when he spoke again, Tristan's voice was softer, rougher. "Xan, are you there?"

I swallowed and bit back a whimper before I said, "Yeah, I'm here. I...it's great. I'm still watching it."

Tristan chuckled. "You're watching a video of me fucking you, right now? And you decided to call me...right now?"

Therewas a thread of excitement in his voice that made my cock throb, and my hand worked faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin so fucking loud to my ears. "Yep," I said breathlessly. "I...I just..."

I trailed off, unable to tell him the real reason that I had called him. Because telling him that I'd wanted to hear him talk me through my orgasm would be pushing the lines of professionalism, beyond, even. But still...

"You just...what?" There was the faint sound of springs in the background, and when he spoke again, Tristan's voice was deeper. "Xan, are you touching yourself right now? Watching the two of us fuck?"

I couldn't bite back the whimper that fell from my lips at that, and I nodded helplessly, knowing that he couldn't see. "Yes..."

"Fuck, that's hot." Tristan groaned, and then the sound of springs reached my ears again. "Why did you call me, baby boy?" he asked, his voice suddenly a rough growl.

That sound, more than anything, made every ounce of restraint fly out of me. The video was still playing in the background, of course, but suddenly, the real life Tristan that I had on the phone was the most important and mostsexything to me.

"I...couldn't get off," I said, my voice this with frustration. "Something...something is missing..."

"And that something...is it me?" The sound of springs, and then Tristan sighed. It didn't take a genius to know that he had just wrapped his hand around his cock, as well, and my hand started working faster.

"Yes," I whimpered. Already, my head was starting to fuzz out, and the orgasm that had felt so distant only a few minutes before was suddenly that much closer.

"Fuck," Tristan rasped. "You need me to talk you through it, baby boy?"

I whimpered, and then paused, a rational thought filtering to the front of my mind. "This won't...make things weird, right? I mean...for our next shoot..."

A pause, and then Tristan chuckled huskily. "No, Xan, this won't make things weird," he promised. "Think of it like practice. We have to like each other if we're going to keep fucking on camera, right?"

I wasn't sure that was exactly true, but I nodded along anyway, practically hypnotized by Tristan's voice. "Yeah..."

"And if we like each other...then this is just...giving a helping hand." Tristan's voice lowered to a soft croon, and I could hear the matching sound of flesh slapping against flesh in his background. "Right?"

"Right," I rasped, my hand working faster. Stroking of the head, sending sparks of sensation straight to the base of my cock where my balls were drawing up.

"Mmm. Good boy." Tristan groaned, and then, "Stroke your cock for me, Xan. I fucking love the sounds you make. Can't wait to hear them more. I've watched our video more times than I can count, you know that?"

"How?" I managed, my voice breathy. "It just went live."

Tristan paused, and then chuckled. "Dorian sent it to me yesterday. I've spent all day in fucking bed watching me destroy your hole again and again. I didn't think that I could get it up again...but then you called."

"And now?" I pushed, my orgasm getting closer. The needy sounds that kept falling from my lips would have embarrassed me under any other circumstances, but IwantedTristan to know how much I wanted him. I had no more shame when it came to this man.

"And now I'm going to shoot all over my fucking sheets for the thousandth time today," Tristan rasped. "You're so fucking sexy, Xan, you have no fucking idea. Can't wait to get my hands on you again."

He groaned, and my hand sped up. "Please..." I whimpered, my orgasm already close.

"I can hear how fucking close you are, baby boy," Tristan said, somehow knowing exactly what I needed. "You want my hand to be the one on your cock, don't you? You want me jacking you off while my cock pounds into your tight hole?" I whined again, and he chuckled. "Or do you want my tongue there? Opening you up and making you spill for thefirsttime, before I fuck you?"

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