Page 48 of Salacious Star

"Jesusfuck!" I arched off the bed and gasped, my hands flying down to tangle in Tristan's curls, and he hummed happily around my cock as I forced my head up again, looking down at him.

His lips are stretched around me, his eyes bright as he watched me, and his tongue trails up the bottom, making me gasp andgroan. He hums again around me, and pops off, brushing his lips against the head of my cock in a sweet kiss that's somehow perfectly in line with the way that he's lighting every single part of me on fire.

"You look so fucking good like this, baby boy," Tristan whispered, looking up at me. "All spread out and needy for me."

His tongue flicked out and dragged along my frenulum, tearing a squeak out of me, and Tristan smirked, kissing my cock one more time before he rose to hover over me, the tip of his nose brushing against mine. "I have one question for you."

I let out a ragged breath, thrusting up against him, cursing the fact that he still wore fucking underwear. "Hmm?"

"Do you want to be fucked?" His eyes gleamed. "Or do you want to be the one doing the fucking?"

The question didn't register for a moment, and warmth flooded me the moment that it did. I hadn't been sure if Tristan was vers too, but knowing that he was willing to let me fuck him...

Well, we could explore that another time.

"Fuck me," I said breathlessly. "Please, Tris. I want to feel you inside of me."

I pulled him down for a harsh, deep kiss before he could say anything else, and he moaned into my mouth before breaking away, growling, "At the top of the bed, then, baby. Ass up. Show me that gorgeous hole of yours."

I groaned at the filthy words, but scrambled to the top of the bed anyway. I flipped onto my stomach and relished the rumbled that escaped Tristan, and then a moment later his hands were warm on my cheeks, spreading me wide for him.

"So. Fucking. Perfect," he growled.

Then a warm tongue prodded against me, and I squeaked, thrashing a little as Tristan set about eating my ass like it was his last meal.

When he'd done this during the cheating scene, it had been aggressive and claiming. Almost perfunctory, done for both of our pleasure, yes, but also because it looked good for the camera. Tristan was always thinking about the angles and how things were going to look in the final cut; he was good, like that.

This time, though, it was slow and languid, hungry and possessive. Tristan tongued my ass not because it looked good or he was thinking about the voyeuristic enjoyment of our viewers, but because he could feel every single time I trembled when his tongue passed over my hole, the whimpers that I was muffling in his pillow as I looked around the slick muscle.

When he pushed one spit-slick finger inside of me, deep enough to brush against my prostate with one thrust, I very nearly came out of my fucking skin. My cock jerked, and I had to think of laundry, my brother, taxes,anythingthat would keep me from embarrassing myself and shooting all over his bedspread without my cock even being fucking touched.

"Tristan, fuck," I groaned, clenching down and pressing back against his touch at the same time. "Fuck, yes..."

Tristan rumbled, and a second finger pushed in, the way made easy from Tristan's teasing. "You look so fucking good with your tight ass full of my fingers, Xan," Tristan rasped, sounding half-wrecked. "I can't wait to feel you around my cock."

His fingers thrust deep, spinning my head, and God, I didn't even know what I was doing anymore. I was there, I was taking his fingers, I was begging for him to fuck me already, the words muffled by the pillow that I kept jamming against my face...

Then his fingers tugged free of my ass, and I clenched down around nothing, feeling open and slick andempty, and I whimpered helplessly when he wrapped one hand around my hip and hushed me.

"Look at me, Xan," he said, his voice soft and sweet but uncharacteristically serious. "I have one more question for you."

It took a stupid amount of effort - something that I wouldn't be admitting to anyone under threat of death - but I lifted my head and propped myself up enough to look over at Tristan, who was holding up a wrapped condom, his underwear finally gone, his cock hard and hanging heavy between his legs.

"I know that we go bare on set, but if it would make you more comfortable to use a condom here, that's fine with me," he said softly. Meaningfully.

I swallowed, looking at him, knowing that what he was asking me what much bigger than whether or not I wanted to use protection. Yes, we had each other's tests to know that we were clean, and had fucked without a condom before. There was no risk of disease, but what he was really asking...was whether I trusted him.

Fucking without a condom on set was a kink. Barebacking, comeplay, for the shot of Tristan's spend leaking out of my stretched ass after he'd fucked me.

Fucking without a condomherewas entirely different. Trust between two men...who hadfeelingsfor each other.

I swallowed hard, once.

Then, "Bare, Tris. I trust you."

I could have said more - a part of me desperately wanted to - but I bit the words back when Tristan's eyes flashed with gratitude andhunger, and he tossed the condom to the side before he growled, "On your back, baby. I want to see your face when I fuck you in my bed for the first time."

I whimpered but obeyed, watching and breathing fast as I watched Tristan slick his cock with lube, teasing his wet fingertips over my hole just for a moment. I jerked at the feeling of his fingers on the sensitive nerves, and then he pressed forward, hooking his hand under one of my knees to spread me wide, the warm head of his cock nudging up against my hole.

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