Page 47 of Salacious Star

"Yeah, it is," I agreed, whispering. As if the tension between the two of us would be suddenly broken if we spoke too loud. I rolled my hips again, relishing the soft growl that erupted from his chest, and cocked my head to the side. "I think I already know if I like you, though."

Hope sparked to to life in his eyes, his lips parting, and for a moment, I thought that I'd broken him. With the exception of the moment that he asked me out in the first place, I'd never seen Tristan at a loss for words.

"Fuck." He groaned, and then one of his hands rose, fisting in the back of my hair before he crushed our mouths together with a long sound of satisfaction.

I whimpered, clenching my hands in his shirt and moving closer, trying to get impossibly closer as he kissed me like he was starving for me. His lips were intense and rough, possessive and claiming, and it was the same as it was when we were on set, but...differentat the same time.

This time there were no cameras. There were no witnesses. There was just Tristan and me, and our hands and lips on each other, communicating our feelings in a way that words seldom could.

"I really like you too, Xan," Tristan growled, the words desperate when he broke away to drag in a ragged breath. "So fucking much, baby. I...I can't...I've never..."

I took the responsibility of words away from him by kissing him again, understanding what Tristan was saying even without him needing to speak it aloud. I ground my hips down against him, and my breath hitched at the feeling of his hard cock pressed against mine through the layers of our clothes.

"I...fuck..." I whined softly, pulling away and resting my forehead against his, and Tristan's eyes closed for a moment as I thrust against him again, dragging our cocks together.

"Yeah?" His fingers dug into the back of my head, and then his eyes were open again, fixing me with a look that made my stomach flip. "Feel good, baby?"

He thrust up against me, a deliberate motion of his hips that punched a breath out of me, and I nodded, my cock throbbing and already leaking in my underwear, creating a sticky wet spot.

"Want...fuck..." Words had failed me, but thankfully, Tristan knew what I wanted. Just like he always did.

"Bedroom," he said breathlessly. He pulled me in for another hard and rough kiss before nudging me off his lap, and then he grabbed my hand and tugged me through the house and up the stairs so fast that I stumbled trying to follow him.

I couldn't stop myself from laughing a little at that, the way that we were so eager for each other. Like teenagers discovering what it was like to have someone else touch their cock for the first time.

It was...exhilarating.

Tristan practically kicked down the door at the end of the hallway in his eagerness to get in, and then he pulled me in before whirling around on his heel. His lips crashed into mine again as he kept pulling me forward, his hands falling to my shirt and tugging up, baring my skin for his wandering fingers.

Fuck. Yes.

"Fuck," Tristan echoed, as if he could read my mind. He pulled away, just long enough that he could pull my shirt up and over my head, and I did the same to him before he could kiss me again, drinking in the sight of him shirtless in front of me, the flush from his cheeks crawling all the way down his neck.

"Fuck," I agreed, humming. I kissed him again, pressing chest to chest with him as my hands fell to his waist, pushing his house pants down until the only thing that he was wearing was a pair of tight boxer briefs that did absolutelynothingto hide the way that his cock was rock hard, straining, and fuckingleaking.

"Mmm." Tristan groaned into my mouth when I wrapped my hand around his cock, and I relished the power that I held in the palm of my hand, just for a moment. In every scene that we'd done at the studio, Tristan had been the aggressor, the top, the dominant.

And don't get me wrong; I loved to bottom. I could top if the situation called for it, but the feeling of looking into a man's eyes as he filled me up was one of my favorites in the world.

That didn't mean that I was submissive, though, and being able to take the lead here, and feeling Tristan fuckingloveit...it was everything.

"Fuck, baby." Tristan growled into my mouth when I stroked up, squeezing the head of his cock, and he turned the two of us around, biting at my lower lip and making me moan before he gently pushed me back, knocking me off balance just enough that I tumbled on top of the bed.

"These fucking jeans," he gritted out, immediately reaching for the waist of my pants and undoing them. I watched breathlessly - and with no small amount of amusement - as he pulled them down until I was fully naked in front of him, taking my underwear, socks, and shoes along as he went.

"Impatient," I teased, smiling up at him when he stood again, looming over me like some kind of painfully sexy God.

"Damn straight," he said, shocking me with his honesty. "I've been wanting you in my bed since the first fucking day, Xander."

He leaned down and kissed me again before I could come up with something to say, and his clothed cock rubbedup against mine when he pressed me into the bed, driving me wild. I whimpered, thrusting up against him, and he tutted at me quietly when he pulled away, his eyes gleaming with feral amusement as he pushed his hand between our bodies and wrapped it around my cock.

"Patience, baby," he cooed, chuckling when I thrust up into his hand.

"Oh, you're allowed to be impatient, but I'm not?" I asked, gasping when he squeezed me.

He chuckled. "Exactly."

Then he slid down, his knees thumping against the ground at the side of his bed, and I barely had time to prop myself up on my elbows before he swallowed my cock into the wet heat of his mouth,allthe way down to the base with one go.

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