Page 5 of Salacious Star

My own hole clenched, and some trepidation filled me, my hand stilling on my cock as I watched, unable to tear my eyes away from Lance's dick. I was far from a virgin, of course, but it had been...a while...

God, I was going to have to prep myselfwellif I was going to take that thing inside of me.

Or let him do it for me...

I whimpered, my hand starting to work my cock again at the thought, stripping hard and fast, now. I was a realist; I knew that most bottoms went into their porn scenes already prepped. There was no way that these guys were taking those monster cocks all the way without any sort of stretching whatsoever.

But the thought of a guy, ofthisguy, taking his time with me, taking me apart with his fingers and toying with me until I was so desperate that I couldn't see straight...

Lance grunted, the guttural sound of pleasure overwhelming the slapping sound of skin on skin for a moment, and thatdidit for me. I cried out, my cock jerking in my hand before I spilled all over my shirt, my balls tingling with how hard I shot all over myself. I couldn't stop myself from whimpering a little as I kept working my cock for another moment, a moment longer than was strictly necessary, and I finally hissed at the oversensitivity, releasing my softening length and looking at my come all over my fingers.

Fuck.

I slammed my laptop closed with my bare foot, then sat back, running my hand through my hair with my clean hand as I struggled to catch my breath.

This guy washot.And I was going to be...doingsceneswith him. And I had just come in less than five minutes after merely watching avideoof him fucking.

Not embarrassing myself on my first day was going to be a hell of a lot harder than I thought it was going to be. Fuck.

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Tristan

The studio was busy the next morning when I walked in, a little before I was supposed to show up for my shoot. I smiled and waved at Harriet, Dorian's cute temp assistant of the week, and quickly made my way into the dressing room that had been emblazoned with a 'T' for me.

It was quiet, and I looked at myself in the mirror, fiddling with my dark curls before giving up and offering myself a wry smile in the reflection.

Makeup would deal with my hair and everything else.

Unfortunately, that left me plenty of time to fidget and worry about the new guy that I would be shooting with. Cole had informed me of the new hire overtext, and in the same text had let me know that we would be doing a shoot together to test chemistry.

It irritated the fuck out of me. Not because Cole was an asshole - though he could be - but because...

Well. Relationships in this business weredelicateat best, especially knowing that eventually, one of you was going to be balls deep inside of the other.

I blew out a breath. It made me sound...difficult, but I hated getting to know new costars. It had taken weeks for Danny – my last regular partner – and I to find our rhythm when he had first started working for the studio. For it not to beawkward. And it had been good...until he got married and his husband had decided to take a job across the country.

Porn wasn't a job that you could do remotely, unfortunately. Not for Studio Black.

I ran my hand through my hair again and slumped a little lower in my seat, picking at my gray sweatpants and sighing one more time.

Okay, T. You get thirty more seconds of a pity party, and then you're going to go out there and do your damn job.

A gentle rap on the door interrupted me with three seconds to spare, and I fixed myself in the mirror with a hard look before I adopted my signature cocky smile, calling out, "Come in, Tess."

Tessa, head of hair and makeup, bustled into the dressing room without fanfare. She was a middle-aged, redheaded woman with gray streaks in her hair and smile lines that extended from the corners of her brown eyes. She was beautiful, and a ballbuster to boot, meaning that she was absolutely invaluable to the production team here.

"Tristan. Get that cocky ass smile off your face and relax. I'll be fast." She set up her kit on the counter, stepping in front of the mirror so I couldn't see myself anymore. She eyed me critically, then tutted as she picked up the concealer. "You should have gotten more sleep last night."

I couldn't stop myself from frowning a little at the subtle reprimand, but I didn't say anything while she did my face, and then wet my hair with water and product so the curls were more defined. She would have called out any excuse that I made anyway, so it was best just to stay quiet.

I couldn't deny the nerves that fluttered in my stomach by the time she was done, though. She nodded approvingly before stepping to the side, and I glanced at myself in the mirror before offering her a smile. "Looks great, Tess. Thank you."

She nodded, tipping my chin up and looking me over critically one more time before she started packing up. "Clothes for the shoot are folded over there." She jerked her chin at the table on the far way, and patted me on the shoulder. "Hurry up. Emmett was just about ready when I saw him last."

I rolled my eyes, and stood up, stripping out of my comfortable clothes and underwear without consideration forthe woman still packing up. She worked at a porn studio; it wasn't like she hadn't seen all of us in every compromised position imaginable.

The "uniform" for the shoot turned out to be a simple white shirt - snug enough to hug my shoulders and show off my biceps - and a pair of comfortable jeans. No underwear, of course, though I never expected any. It was far more than I usually was asked to wear for these types of shoots, which made nerves flutter even harder in my stomach.

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