Page 31 of Salacious Star

The thought of Tristan edging me with his tongue while he stroked my cock was the last straw. I seized up and came with a shout, spilling all over my stomach and shirt, the pleasuringblinding me. Tristan's grunts of pleasure on the other end of the line were sexy as fuck, and by the time my vision cleared, I barely had the presence of mind to reach out and press pause on the video and breathe deeply, clutching my phone to my face.

"Um, thanks," I finally said, my cheeks burning with sudden embarrassment.

Tristan chuckled, the sound raspy. "No problem," he said. He sighed a moment later. "I made a mess."

The comment was casual and light, and it made me snort. "Same," I said, looking down at myself. "I should shower."

Tristan hummed. "Me too." A pause, and then, "We were hot, yeah?"

I laughed again. "If me calling you for an assist with jacking off wasn't enough of an indication, yeah, Tris. We were hot." I chewed on my lower lip for a moment, and then, "When do you think we'll be scheduled together next?"

"They usually give a few days between big shoots. You might be scheduled for some photo sessions with Emmett or solo video sessions over the next few days, but I imagine that they'll want to get the two of us back in studio as quickly as possible after the response to the video."

I furrowed my brow. "The response?"

Tristan snickered. "Check the comments. They're...something else."

My stomach swooped, and I looked down at myself. The come was already starting to cool on my stomach and grow tacky on my shirt, and I grimaced. "I'm going to shower first."

"Mm. Same." Tristan hummed. "Talk soon, then?"

Iknowthat I wasn't imagining the hopeful note in his voice, and my heart squeezed at the sound of it. Did he...want to hear from me again...beyond professional reasons? "Sure. Talk soon."

"Great." I could hear the smile in Tristan's voice, and it made my lips stretch in a smile. "See you."

He hung up before I could respond, and it took a moment before I set my phone down, my heart suddenly lighter and way more nervous than it had been before I'd called.

And I didn't think that the intense orgasm that I'd given myself by my own hand was to blame.

13

Tristan

The fluorescent lights of the local grocery store felt a little harsher than usual as I filled up my basket, but that could be entirely due to the fact that I hadn't left my house much in the past days since Xander had called me when our video when live.

That had stunned me, if I was being perfectly honest. When I had texted him to find out if he was watching our video, I'll admit that it hadn't been entirely altruistic. I'dmissedhim, and that fucked me up more than I'd thought it would on the face of it.

I wanted to talk to him. To see how he was doing. I didn't want to push - the thumbs up emoji that he'd sent me when I'd first reached out to him had seemed a pretty clear indication that he needed a little bit of time to rest and mentally recover after his first shoot - but at the same time...

Fuck, and then he hadcalledme. With his voice all strained and the faint sound of the rough slide of skin against skin in the background...My cock had gotten so hard that my head had spun, and then what the fuck else was I supposed to do other than talk him through it? It was clear that was why he'd called me.

Fuck.

My cock thickened in my jeans, and I forced my thoughts away from the needy whimpers that Xander had given me as he came. I was in the middle of the fucking store; I couldn't be walking around with an erection that would poke someone's eye out. It wasn't decent.

I chewed the inside of my cheek as I made my way down the frozen aisle, and I eyed the ice cream, considering. I didn't usually get sweets - didn't have much of a taste for them, evenwithout considering that I needed to stay in relatively decent shape for the studio - but right now...

A low laugh filtered in to my ears, and I looked up. My cock twitched again as Xander walked around the corner, an easy smile on his face as he shook his head, clearly laughing at something that had been said through the phone that was pressed against his ear.

He looked fuckinggood. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, nothing special, but suddenly all I wanted to do was shove him up against the glass doors of the frozen aisle and taste his lips all over again. Had it really been less than a week since I'd felt him coming around my cock for the first time?

Down, boy.

I must have made a sound of some kind, because Xander's eyes lifted to meet mine, widening the tiniest bit. His tongue darted out to drag along his lower lip, and he kept walking towards me, his grip tightening on the basket that was dangling from his fingers.

"I gotta go, E," he said, his eyes not leaving mine as he spoke into the phone. "I'll...yeah, I'll see you in a bit."

He hung up without saying goodbye, and I stood stock still as he walked up to stop in front of me, his eyes flitting over my face as he licked his lips again. He looked almost nervous, and it was so fucking cute that I wanted to kiss him just to help him relax a little.

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