Page 9 of Salacious Star

"Okay," I squeaked.

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Tristan

The look on Xander's face as he arranged himself on the couch to Emmett's specifications was just fucking precious, and I couldn't help the predatory surge of want that flooded me as I walked over to him and slowly crawled over his body until I was hovering, just the way Emmett wanted.

"You okay?" I asked, dropping the aggressive, Dommy act that I'd been playing in during the first half of the photo shoot. It wasmostlyto help him relax, though the way that he had become pure putty in my hands spoke to a primal part of me that didn't usually get to see the light of day.

Xander's pretty blue eyes were half-lidded, his pupils blown and his cheeks pinked with want. He bit his lower lip, dragging his teeth over it for a moment before releasing it, slightly more reddened than it had been before, and he nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he whispered, just quietly enough that Emmett couldn't hear.

I nodded, offering a small smile. "Good," I said, equally quietly. "Because if I know Emmett, things are about to jump up a notch."

Xander's eyes widened a little, and I could tell that he wanted to ask what I was talking about. Before he could, though, Emmett's camera started clicking again, with the running commentary that came with the pictures.

"That's great, guys. Really intense, the way you're looking at each other. I love it. Tris, if you could lean just a little closer, and prop up on your forearm instead of your hand, no, the other one, so you're not blocking his face..."

It was a familiar drone, but for the first time, there was electricity in the air between myself and my shoot partner. I couldn't look away from him, and wasn't sure that I wouldwantto even if we weren't stuck together like this while Emmett took the photos.

His breath mingled with mine in the small space between us, warm and sweet, and his full lips parted, his pupils dilating just a little more as he looked up at me. His breathing was shallow, his chest rising and falling with each aborted inhale, and I couldn't help the smug satisfaction that this man - this beautiful man - was so clearly affected by me.

"Good," Emmett called out. "Now, Tris, if you'll lower yourself so that you're laying fully on top of him..."

Xander's eyes widened a little at the instruction, his throat bobbing with a swallow, and I grinned at him as I followed the instruction. To. The. Letter.

His skin was warm against mine, and the stiff length of his erection where it rubbed against mine almost made me groan aloud. I was just as hard as he was, and the needy little gasp that he let out at the pressure of my pelvis against his wasdelicious. I wanted to swallow it up and keep the sound in a box, all mine, forever mine.

"You good?" I asked, leaning down and brushing the tip of my nose against his.

He nodded, his lips still parted. "Yeah," he breathed.

His eyes flicked down to my lips, and his tongue darted out to wet his puffy bottom lip. The lip that I suddenly wanted tobite.

My cock twitched, and I bit back another harsh, possessive sound, one that would give me away. I rolled my hips a little, though, unwilling to be alone in my torment, and Xander inhaled sharply again, his eyes narrowing up at me.

One of his hands rose, hovering for a moment before he placed it on my side, and I grinned down at him, giving him an encouraging little nod. "There you go," I breathed. "Just sink into it. Not awkward, right?"

He blinked, long, and slow, and then his fingers dug into my side, startling me a little with the bite of pain from his short nails. I let out a low growl, and Emmett made a soft, approving sound from behind his camera.

"Good, guys. Really good. Now, Tris, unbutton Xander's pants..."

Xander's eyes widened again, and I chuckled softly as I followed the ask. "Told you it would get more intense," I said quietly. Still just for him. Because, for some reason, I wanted toreassurethis guy. I didn'twanthim scared off by this objectively tame little shoot that Emmett was orchestrating for us.

I wanted to know what he felt like, tight and wrapped around my cock while I drilled him into the floor. Or over the table. Or on the bed. And he couldn't be scared off if I was going to do that.

The sound of the zipper pulling down was loud in the objectively silent studio, and not for the first time, I wished that Emmett would budge on his 'no music in the studio' rule. It was almost oppressive, the silence while he shot. But it created some great tension, which was, I was sure, the goal.

Xander's breath hitched when my knuckles brushed against the back of his erection, and the sensation of cotton against my fingers made me pull back a little. I glanced down, surprised to see a pair of tight, gray boxer briefs encasing Xander's cock, and I glanced over at Emmett, arching an eyebrow.

"What do you think Em? Good, or should we take a break so he can take them off?"

I offered Xander another reassuring smile, patting him on the thigh. He looked a little dazed, though he followed my lead and looked over to Emmett for direction vis-à-vis his underwear.

Emmett hummed, lowering his camera and looking at the two of us critically. He scooted a little closer, lifting his camera to look through the lens for a second before he lowered it again, cocking his head to the side.

"Leave them," he finally said. "The way that your cock is straining against the fabric is hot, Xan. It'll work. But for the future, if no underwear are provided, you don't need to wear any."

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