Page 55 of Salacious Star

"Yes!" Even more scandalized, making me laugh. "Lance...you can't...oh,fuck..."

His protests cut off with a choked moan when I curled my fingers against his prostate again, massaging it relentlessly this time. His cock jerked and continued to leak with every thrust of my fingers inside of me, and he whimpered, his hips thrusting back against my fingers as if he couldn't help how much he wanted it.

"There you go," I cooed, lowering my voice. I squeezed the head of my cock one more time before releasing myself - I could already feel my orgasm getting close, and I wanted to stave it off for as long as possible - and I reached up to spread his ass with one hand so that I could watch my fingers disappear into his hole over and over, the my knuckles tugging at the rim every time my fingers bottomed out. "See, baby? This doesn't have to be so hard. You're helpless. Can't do anything to stop it. You might as well enjoy it, right?"

I laughed again, gently stroking my fingers over his cheek to make sure that he knew that I was still there for him. These sorts of scenes always ran along the line of dubious consent a little too finely for my comfort, and when I'd done them in the past, there was always alengthyconversation with my costar beforehand to make sure that no lines were crossed.

With Xan, though, I knew that we were okay. I still wanted to check in, to remind him that I was there and it was all fine, but he knew that it was all pretend, and that my feelings for him...

God, my feelings for him were so intense that it was taking everything inside of me not to blow the scene, stand up, and bottom out inside of him with my cock right then and there. I wanted to feel the slick heat of him around me so badly that my head spun with it, and it was only by harnessing every ounce ofprofessionalism that I had that I was able to keep my head in the game.

His hip gently pressed back against my fingers, the movement so minute that I knew that it wouldn't be caught by the cameras, and I pulled my fingers out again, dragging them slowly until just the tips were resting inside of him.

Then I thrust three fingers in, and he let out a choked moan at the stretch.

"Mm. Look at you, big guy. Nice, strong, straight man, taking my fingers up his ass like a fucking pro. Are you sure you've never thought about this?" My voice lowered until it was a husky rasp, gravel in my throat, and Xander clenched eagerly around my fingers as I thrust them into him. He'd given up any pretense of protesting, instead thrusting back against my fingers with tiny, aborted motions, and whining quietly, though I knew that the microphone inside the washer would more than pick him up.

"No," he managed, his voice barely holding on. He sounded fuckingwreckedalready, and I laughed as I massaged the spongy, swollen lump of his prostate again, making his hips jerk.

"Mmm. You sure? Never tried slipping a finger inside of yourself before?" I pulled my fingers all the way out, and then thrust myfourthfinger in, stretching him wider even than my cock would.

He tensed around my fingers and I stroked my thumb over his ass again, reassuring him, but I didn't pull my fingers out. How could I, when his rim was tight and shiny with the stretch, his walls so fucking snug around my fingers that they were practically choking them, and every bit my fingers nudged deeper inside of him tore another desperate moan out of my lover's lips, making my cock so hard that ithurt.

"See, I think that you're lying to me," I said conversationally, my voice husky. I pulled my four fingers almost all the way out before I thrust them in again, and I faintly heard one of the crew - or maybe Dorian, if I caught the tones right - let out a choked little sound, as well as an almost silent "Fuck."

I didn't turn to look. Years of practice had me ignoring the reactions from the peanut gallery. All that mattered was the man in front of me, the one under my hands, and the way that every muscle he had was trembling under my touch. He clenched around my fingers, but his muscles were so stretched and loose now that all that did was flutter his muscles around the digits, and I laughed. "Poor baby," I teased, spreading my fingers a little. The stretch was harder than the others, but the muscles still gave as I continued, "All needy and gaping. Your hole wants to be fucked, Jay. You can tell yourself that you're straight all you want, but you can't deny how hard your cock is right now, or the way that your hole is giving me everything that I fucking want."

My cock throbbed at the desperate moan that he let out, and I thrust my fingers all the way home, watching with hooded eyes as his rim stretched around the width of my knuckles, straining. I stopped before I truly hurt him, but the sight inspired the next words out of my mouth. "I bet that you could even take my fist right now if I wanted to. I could turn you into my cute little hand puppet and you wouldn't be able to do anything to stop me, would you? Would you even try, Jay? Or would just moan like a desperate little slut that wants to be fucked by someone who can finally overpower you?"

The words were barely out of my mouth when Xander's entire body stiffened, and I watched with astonishment and arousal as his cock jerked, and then he spilled all over the side of the defunct washing machine. His hole clamped down around my fingers, pressing their tips more firmly against his prostate,and my cockthrobbedat the sight of Xander falling apart on my hand, with nothing but my fingers in his ass and my filthy words to get him over the edge.

"Did you just...come untouched?" I wasn't faking the awed tone of my voice and there was some shifting just off set, everyone just as astonished as I was.

"Um." Xan's voice waswrecked, and the next moment, I was on my feet, pulling my fingers out of his ass and shoving my jeans down just enough that they wouldn't be in the way before I grabbed his hips, lined up, andslammedhome with one sharp thrust.

"You're. Fucking.Mine," I snarled, setting a brutal pace. His hole was loosened enough from my fingers that it wasn't a stretch for him to take him, the warmth of his walls perfectly snug and slick around me as I pounded into him. Xander whimpered, pressing back against me with each thrust, and I could barely see straight as I chased my own orgasm, so fucking close from how turned on my man was.

God, my man. Myboyfriend. This was intense. He had just come on my fingers without me even touching his cock.

Could I make him do that at home? I was going to have to try. Maybe I could even tie him up so that I could edge him for hours before finally giving him what he wanted...

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chanted, my head falling back as I groaned. Ordinarily, I embellished my sounds a little bit for the cameras, knowing that the exaggeration was part of the fantasy that we sold to our subscribers. But in this moment - in every scene with Xander, if I was being perfectly honest with myself - I didn't have to. Every grunt and groan that fell from my lips was aggressive and intense andreal, and all too soon, my orgasm barrelled forward, and I knew that I would be apologizing to Dorian for shooting my load too quickly after the take was done.

"Lance...please..." Xander's breathy, desperate moans drove to the edge, and I lifted one hand to slap his ass hard enough that I left a bright pink imprint behind.

"You're not going to keep this tight little hole from me anymore, are you, straight boy?" I taunted, gripping so firmly that his skin was white under my fingertips. My orgasm was right there, my balls tight against my body as I chased the pleasure, and I slapped Xander's ass again as I growled, "Fucking answer me."

"I...no...Lance, fuck!"

Xander cried out, another thump sounding from inside the machine, and then his hole tightened around me as his cock jerked between his body and the machine, and I saw it spill for the second time - untouched - in less than ten fucking minutes.

The sight of his pleasure was the last straw.

I tumbled over the edge, letting out a hoarse yell of pleasure as I slammed home inside of him one final time and emptied everything that I had into his fluttering hole. I hissed out my pleasure as I continued thrusting until the sensitivity was too fucking much, and then I stilled, my cock still buried inside of him as I caught my breath.

"Cut. That was great, guys. Let's take twenty before we do filler shots." Dorian's voice was awed and amused at the same time, and I came out of my head and the fuzz of pleasure, looking towards him and Emmett, who were both looking as us like cats that had caught a particular delicious canary.

"Great," I said hoarsely, looking down. I gently extracted myself from Xander's body and smoothed my hand over his lower back, and then gently patted his hip as I took a step back. "Need help out of there, Xan?"

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