Page 61 of Salacious Star

But I wanted to feel him inside me. Now that I'd put it out there it was the only thing that I wanted, and I was going to move heaven and hell to get it.

"Please," I murmured, biting back a groan when he ground down against me. "Xan..."

"Begging already, baby?" Xander's smirk was wicked as he pulled away and slowly slid down my body, hooking his fingers into the waist of my underwear. "We're just getting started."

I bit back another impatient sound as he dragged my underwear down my legs, tossing it to the side once it was free of my feet. My cock was already hard and leaking all over me, and Xan's eyes didn't leave it as he lowered himself until he was face to face, gently cupping my balls with one hand and wrapping his hand around the base of my dick with the other.

"Xan...oh."

My head fell back against the headboard with a thump as he leaned down and took the head of my cock into his mouth, and just like everything else, it was so much more intense right now than it was when we were on set together. There we were both performing, posturing for the cameras, and there was always a tiny part of my mind that was always thinking about our angles, always thinking about the final shots, how Dorian was going to edit the video to be the flattering and erotic at the same time.

Right now, though, the only thing that I could feel was the wet heat of Xan's mouth, his tongue flicking at the sensitive spot under my head, the way that his fingers tightened around the base of my cock to keep it in place when my hips jerkedinvoluntarily, thrusting up and trying to bury myself in Xander's throat.

It was just more intense. That was the only way that I could describe it, even in the privacy of my own mind.

I reached down and gripped Xander's hair, gasping as he pulled up, sucking delicately on the head even as he squeezed my balls. "Xan..."I gasped.

He chuckled softly as he pulled off my cock all the way, and the way that he looked at me from underneath his eyelashes should have been criminal. "What?" he teased. His tongue flicked out and slid along the bottom of the head, making my eyes roll back into my head for a moment before I managed to focus on him again.

"Please," I gasped, thrusting up despite my internal promise to behave myself.

Xan chuckled again, and for a devastating moment, I worried that he was going to make me wait. That he was going to tease me, the same way I had teased him so many times through the course of our relationship. That he was going to make me beg.

Not that I would have been necessarily opposed to it, of course. There was a tiny part of me that wanted him to. That wanted him to tie me up, to make me whine and cry and beg for him. Until the only thing that I could think was how badly I wanted his cock inside of me.

But right now? For the first time he fucked me? I didn't think that I would be able to handle it if he did want to tease me like that.

As if he could tell what I was thinking, Xander quietly hushed me, pulling all the way off my cock and tearing a strangled moan out of my chest.

"Don't worry, baby," he said, his eyes gleaming. "I'll take care of you."

I watched as he stuck two fingers in his mouth, getting them wet, and my hole clenched around nothing as he slowly pulled the digits out of his mouth, glistening with his saliva.

"Spread your legs for me, baby," he said, smirking. "Show me that tight hole of yours."

He squeezed my balls at the same time he taunted me, and I bit back another moan as I did as I was told, spreading my legs. Ordinarily, I would have tried to come up with some kind of snarky response, something that would have given me the upper hand again, but I couldn't think of anything. Not laying underneath him, desperately vulnerable the way I felt.

I knew that Xander would take care of me.

His spit slick fingertip prodded against my asshole, and I moaned shamelessly as he teased me there. Stroked the tip of his finger just over the muscle, toying with me, making my inner thighs shake as I spread them a little bit wider.

"Relax for me, Tris," Xander murmured. "I'm not going to hurt you."

His finger started to press with intention with his words, and I forced my muscles to unlock as I gave into the almost forgotten sensation of being stretched. The single digit burned, the tiniest bit, but it felt so good that it felt like my mind was being scattered to the winds at the same time. I groaned loudly, my hands clenching into fists in the sheets on either side of my hips, and Xander made a soft, satisfied sound as his finger pressed all the way inside of me, gently thrusting.

"Fuck, there you go, baby. See? Not so scary. Look at you, taking my finger so well," he cooed.

The words would have been condescending coming from anyone else, but from Xander they just made my head spin, and I nodded helplessly as I thrust down against his finger and submitted to the stretch of the second.

"Fuck, Xan," I managed. Every bit of the suave, collected persona that I usually wore in the bedroom was gone, leaving me feeling almost painfully raw and exposed. "Fuck..."

"Mm." Xan hummed softly before dropping a kiss to my hip, and he licked the head of my cock again as his fingers curled up, making stars burst to life behind my eyelids as he nailed my prostate ine one go.

"Fuck!"

"There it is," Xan purred, pulling off my cock and smirking up at me. He pulled his fingers almost all the way out before thrusting them home again, and the sensation of him finger fucking and stretching mesowell made my head spin. The choked sounds of pleasure that fell from my lips would have been embarrassing if he was anybody else, but this wasXan.

God, I fucking loved him.

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