Page 8 of Salacious Star

"Sure."

Tristan hummed, another pleased sound, and he looked at me, his eyes twinkling. "Alright, sweetheart. Come here."

He shifted, spreading his legs and sitting up a little further against the back of the couch, patting the cushion between his thighs. It took a moment - which was a humiliation that we wouldnotbe discussing again - but I eventually understood what he wanted, and flushed all over again.

"Um. Sure. Yeah." I stumbled a little over my words, but my body was steady when I stood up and sat back down in the space that Tristan had created between his spread legs.

"Good," Tristan purred. He wrapped one arm around my middle and gently hauled me back until I was leaning against his chest, slouched down comfortably against his body so that my head was resting back against his shoulder. The position arched my body so that my chest was thrust out, and from the way that Emmett's camera immediately started clicking, he liked the angle.

"That's good. Good idea, Tris," Emmett said, sounding happy.

Tristan rumbled, and the sound vibrated through my back where we were pressed together. He still hadn't released his grip from around my waist, and his arm was a hot band against my skin, making goosebumps prickle up and delicious nerves thrum through my entire body.

And that was before his other hand rose, stroking across my chest and tweaking one of my nipples teasingly.

The yelp that I let out was surprised and entirely undignified, and my cock jerked in my pants. Emmett didn't comment, but Tristan made a pleased sound, and his fingers found my nipple again, teasing the sensitive bud until it stiffened under the pad of his finger.

"You like being touched here?" he whispered, his voice low enough that it was only for me. The clicking of the camera faded into the background, and miraculously, Tristan's harebrained scheme seemed to be working. Gradually, mymuscles unlocked until I was practically draped over the top of him, and he made another soft sound of approval.

"Good. Good boy. There you go. Relax, nice and easy. Just the two of us, yeah? Nothing scary, here." One hand slid up so that he was cupping my throat, his palm large and warm and firm against my neck, and I instinctively tilted my head back, exposing the line of my throat for him to nose at.

"That's good, guys. Hold just like that, Xan. You're doing great." Emmett sounded a lot more enthusiastic now, and I relaxed even further into Tristan as his fingers dug into the side of my throat, just a little. He drew his lips down my neck, pressing a tiny kiss to my bare shoulder, and the whimper that I let out at the gesture was justembarrassing.

My cock was well on its way to fully hard, now, and each casual, teasing gesture from Tristan did not help matters. I had no idea how far this photo shoot was going to go, so maybe an enormous dick print in my jeans would be fine. Maybe it would be grounds for them to cancel my temporary contract and never call me back. I justdidn't know.

"Move your hand, Tris, just a little, and bite where his neck is stretched out. Make sure I can see your teeth, at least a little."

Tristan snickered. "Sure, Em," he muttered, his lips brushing against my skin.

His hand moved, and before my foggy brain could catch up with Emmett's instruction, Tristan bit. Not hard, of course. Definitely not enough to leave marks after we were done here. But more than enough that I could feel the imprint of his teeth, the warmth of his breath against my skin as he held the pose.

My cock immediately filled the rest of the way, and my mouth fell open in a soft moan. Tristan's arm tightened around my waist, and his tongue flicked out to taste along my skin, just for a second. I shifted backwards a little to accommodate the waythat he was gripping me tightly, and another, undignified squeak escaped me when I felt the rock-hard length ofhiscock pressed firmly up against my ass.

How the hell did I missthat?

I squirmed a little, my cock throbbing, and Tristan tutted softly before pressing his lips to my ear. "Don't be naughty," he whispered, his voice low and smooth. "We're not done yet. Your needy cock can wait."

My cock certainly was in the top five list of things on my mind, but just as I was about to open my mouth and tell Tristan that my cock wasnone of his business, Emmett cleared his throat.

We both looked at him, the fog of arousal between us dissipating at the pleased smile on Emmett's face.

"That was a good start, guys." He let his camera drop until it was hanging from the strap around his neck, retreating to a little minifridge in the corner and pulling out two bottles of water. He tossed them our way, nodding as he said, "Let's take five, and then we'll move on to the second half of the shoot." He looked at me, the warmth in his eyes a little jarring after the coolly professional way that he had first addressed me when I walked into the studio. "You're doing great, Xan. Seriously. You're a natural."

I cleared my throat, and pushed myself to stand, ignoring the way my legs shook a tiny bit underneath me. "Thanks, Emmett," I said, my voice trembling a little but sincere. "It's not as bad as I thought it was going to be."

Emmett winked at me as he handed one of the bottles my way. "It usually isn't. The chemistry between the two of you is good, that makes it easier."

I opened my bottle of water and took an enormous gulp to hide the way my face suddenly burned at the mention of thechemistrybetween me and Tristan, and when I glanced his way,he was smirking. His legs were sprawled wide where he sat on the couch, the length of his cock an obvious outline in his jeans, completely shameless. My eyes bugged out a little at the sight of it, and I had to forcibly turn away so that I would stop imagining it.

Touching it. Licking it. Feeling it slide into me, stretching me, making me scream...

My hole fluttered a little, but I ignored the tingles of pleasure that flooded me at the wholly inappropriate direction of my thoughts. We might work for a porn studio, and I was probably going to fuck Tristan atsomepoint, but that day wasprobablynot today, and I needed to keep things as professional between us as I possibly could.

"Alright." Emmett's voice broke through my reverie, and I turned to face him again, setting down my nearly empty water bottle on a nearby table. Emmett glanced between me and Tristan, pursing his lips as he thought, and then he nodded. "Very good. Let's move quick, and you two will be free to go for the day. Tristan, up." He turned to face me, gesturing towards the couch with one hand even as his other lifted his camera again. "Xan, lay on the couch with your head on the arm rest. Tristan is going to be on top of you and hover, and we'll see what happens from there, okay?"

Tristan's gaze immediately found me, and the heat in his hazel eyes, the amusement in the smirk that played across his full lips, it made my stomach twist with arousal and mild trepidation.

That man had everything he needed to fucking destroy me, and I had the feeling that I would thank him for the privilege when all was said and done.

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