Page 49 of Salacious Star

"Breathe for me, baby," he said, his eyes intense on mine as he started to push forward.

And God, it didn't matter how many times we did this, it would never stop beingso much. He was big, the stretch enough to make my mind blank out, and I groaned helplessly as he pushed forward until the head popped in, and then heslidhome with one smooth thrust.

"Fuck," I choked out, closing my eyes and relishing the overwhelmingfullness.

"Yeah," Tristan said, his voice thick. "Look at me, Xan."

I forced my eyes open and kept them on his face as he bottomed out, and stayed for a moment. I clenched around him, the pressure from the inside out almost too much, and God, my cock was leaking. I was so hard that it was fucking painful, and when Tristan pulled out and thrust again, his pelvis grinding against my cock just for a second, I gasped helplessly.

"Fuck," I whimpered. "I'm not...Tristan, this is going to be fucking fast."

He chuckled, and then groaned as he leaned down to rest his forehead against mine.

"Thank fucking God," he breathed.

Then he was kissing me, and pounding into me with the abandon of a man who was only concerned with chasing his release. I lifted my other leg and hooked it up around his waist as he fucked me, the new angle pounding the head of his cock against my prostate with every fucking thrust.

It was incredible. It was even better than when we were fucking on set, because right now...right now I didn't have to be worried about accidentally calling out the wrong name. Right now I could look into his eyes and not worry about hiding the intensity of my feelings for this man.

Right now we were just Xander and Tristan...

And he was going to make me fucking come.

"I'm close," I gasped. "Tristan, I...please..."

I didn't even know what I was begging for anymore. For him to be closer? For him to fuck me harder?

Tristan knew. Tristan always fucking knew.

"Fuck yeah, baby," he rasped, reaching behind us and grasping my cock. His hand was still slick with the lube that he used on himself, and he set a punishing pace, tugging on my cock at the same time as he fucked me. "You going to shoot all over yourself for me?"

It was too much. The way that he pounded my prostate, the way that he was stroking me. The warmth of his breath over my face as he breathed, ragged and intense, the feeling of his cock swelling and twitching inside of me with every thrust...

"Tristan!" His name tore from my lips like a prayer, and my vision whited out as I came. I moaned helplessly as I painted myself with my own release, and could barely hear Tristan has he growled in my ear, fucking me hard.

"God, fuck yes. You look so fucking good coming for me, baby. Love it, God, look at you, fuck, I'm gonna...I'm close..."

The groan that he let out into my ear as he slammed home and followed me over the edge was one of the sexiest things I'd ever heard in my life, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging to him as he filled me with come. His breathing and moans in my ear were ragged, and I let out a few more soft whimpers of pleasure as my cock finally stopped jerking, and then Tristan fairly collapsed on top of me, his skin slightly sticky with sweat against mine.

"Oh..." I let out a soft sound when Tristan's mouth crushed against mine, and then let out a soft laugh when he pulled away to grin at me. "We're messy."

He chuckled, his cock softening and slipping out of me. Immediately, I felt his come start to leak out, despite clenching down try and keep things together, and he winked at me. "I like us messy," he teased, his voice breathless.

The way that he was looking at me - fond with a glint of something deeper in his eyes - made me squirm, and I couldn't stop myself from grinning back at him. "Okay, caveman," I teased. "Maybe a shower, so that you don't have to do laundry tonight?"

He tossed back his head and laughed and...yeah, this man was basically perfect. For me. For us.

God, I'm in trouble.

21

Tristan

I slowly stirred away when my phone buzzed with an incoming message, and the first thing that I registered was that I could barely move. My arm was trapped and I was almost too warm, an uncomfortable prickle of sweat teasing at the back of my neck.

The next thing I registered was that Xander was still dead ass asleep, his body warm comfortable against mine. He was slung over me, practically using me as a pillow, and his face was nuzzled into the crook of my neck, his breath warm and puffing against my skin as he breathed slow and deep.

It was incredible. The discomfort of waking up trapped and too hot immediately vanished, and I sighed as I nuzzled into the top of Xander's head, reaching out with my free arm to snag my phone where it was on my bedside table.

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