Page 40 of Salacious Star

"Whenever you're ready," Dorian called out to us, his low voice just reaching my ears.

It was the permission that both Tristan and I needed, and he snarled, pounding into me harder, faster. "You're never going to look at another man again, do you hear me?" he snapped. "This cock? This cock is the only one you'll feel for the rest of your fucking life. This fucking hole ismine."

He folded himself over me, his chest warm against my back, and he reached underneath my body to grab my cock, continuing to pound into me hard and fast. He started stroking me, his hand twisting around the head with every thrust, and he pressed his lips up against my ear as he snarled, "Fuckingcome."

The command was the last straw.

Iscreamedas I came, and my cock jerked in Tristan's hand as he jacked me, spraying all over the back of the couch. My vision whited around the edges, and the rushing in my ears kept me from listening too closely as I continued to moan and whimper desperately as I rode out the waves of my orgasm.

Tristan wasn't far behind. He slammed into me two, three, four more times after my cock spilled over his hand, and he sank his teeth into a different part of my shoulder as he bottomed out inside of me, his cock jerking and flooding me with warmth.

I whimpered as he sucked another mark into my skin, my head swimming, and his grip on my hips loosened, until hewas barely holding me, his fingers soothing as his teeth detached from my skin, and then he pressed a sweet kiss to the mark.

"Mine," he rasped.

The word settled deep inside of me, making me shiver, and then a throat cleared, and Dorian called out, "Pull out, Tris."

Tristan's lips curved up in a smirk, and he kissed me one more time before he straightened up, and then carefully pulled out.

The feeling of my hole gaping and the fluids that immediately started leaking out made my cheeks burn, but my mind was fuzzy enough that I didn't mind.

"Good. Cut," Dorian said, his voice a little raspier.

Tristan immediately was at my side, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his lap, heedless of our nudity. He gently pressed a hand on the back of my head until it was tucked into the crook of his neck, and I heard the bustle of conversation from the crew filtering into my ears as if through cotton.

"We're going to need a minute before we do filler, Dorian," Tristan called out, his voice crisp and professional.

The way that his hands stroked me was anything but, though, and I sighed, burrowing a little more into the warmth of his body as Dorian answered, "Of course. As long as you need."

Tristan nodded, and then he hummed, continuing to stroke his hands over my skin.

It was soothing, and I sank into the feeling of his comfort. I knew that the shoot was far from over, that we had more filler to shoot, but Tristan was right. I needed this minute.

I needed him.

17

Tristan

I helped Xander into his dressing room after Dorian finally called cut for the day, and it took everything inside of me to leave him there this time, not to follow him in the way that I had at the end of the last scene. Admittedly, he was just as fucked out this time as he had been last time, but he seemed like he had his head screwed on straight and I...I needed to get my head screwed on straight too.

Because this...this couldn't continue. This infatuation that I had with Xander...it was getting worse by the day. Every time that I saw him at work, I felt this pull towards him, and I felt like I was going to go insane if he wasn't already fuckingmine.

So I had to be calm and cool, and fucking collect myself. Because if I was going to have him, more than what we already had...

I had to suck it up. Grow a pair, be a man, whatever least harmful phrase tickled your fancy.

I had to actually have the courage to put my cards on the table and actually ask him on a date, and risk the potential rejection if he didn't feel the same way that I did.

God, I hope he feels the same way.

I got dressed as fast as I could, and when I made my way back through the set, Dorian winked at me from where he and Emmett were sitting behind the film camera with their fingers tangled together. They both looked wholly satisfied, and I couldn't help the tiny thrill that went through me at the thought of watchingthisparticular video when it went up on the site.

"He hasn't left yet," Emmett said, looking at me with a twinkle in his eyes. Dorian grinned at his side, and Emmettfinished, "If you go out to the lobby, you can catch him before he heads out for the day."

I didn't stop to question how they knew what I wanted to do, or that I wanted to talk to Xander. They were a nosy old married couple that got off on sticking their noses in other people's business - among other things- and that meant that if I wanted to try and woo Xander without interference from anyone else on the Studio Black team, I was going to have to be sneakier than this.

Woo. God, who was I? A married old British lady?

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