Chapter 9

Since it's the weekend, I stayed the night with Yuri. We didn't stop talking once we started. I didn't even consider asking him to take me home and he didn't offer. After we finished dinner, we migrated back to his room, Yuri sitting with his back against the headboard and my head in his lap, eyes closed as he stroked my hair.

It was so natural for me to lie like that earlier. I didn't question doing it, I just did it. And Yuri stroking my hair like it was second nature to him makes my chest feel all warm and tingly.

Waking the next morning with Yuri's arm wrapped snugly around me feels like a dream. Who even cuddles throughout the night? That's stuff only reserved for movies and romance novels. But here we are, Yuri wrapped around me like a spider monkey.

I have to tell my heart to calm the fuck down in my chest because it's beating a frantic tune, wondering what this means.

I mean, it could mean that Yuri likes to cuddle in his sleep, but how he's holding on to me? It makes me feel like he doesn't want to let me go.

Turning around in his arms—which is pretty difficult since he's holding on to me like there's no tomorrow—I stare at him as he sleeps, admiring the lines and angles of his face. Christ, he's handsome. And that's not just me speaking objectively. My man is fine as fuck. With his sharp jaw, brown hair that always looks tousled and his piercing blue eyes, Yuri is as handsome as they come.

I admire him for a moment more, then my brain catches up with my thoughts. My man. I called him my man in my head. Fuck, I am in way deep and we only just talked about getting to know each other.

But that's going well. We stayed up for hours talking and I'm sure we'll continue along that path. It's like we didn't run out of things to talk about, not fumbling around to pick up the next thread of conversation. Everything was smooth and easy. The only thing that got in the way of that was sleep, the pesky fucker.

I'm hoping we end up in a place where I can call Yuri my man out loud, claiming him like he seems to have claimed me, since he's holding on to me so tightly.

Smiling, I snuggle closer, burrowing myself against Yuri's chest. He pulls in a deep breath and his arms tighten around me, but he doesn't otherwise wake up. I lie there, breathing him in and imagining what our future will look like.

I'm not sure if he was serious about porn being his future or not, and I don't care if it is. I wasn't lying when I told him the only reason I wouldn't date a sex worker is because I have nothing to offer them. I still feel like I'm not enough for him, but Yuri seems to think otherwise. There's nothing wrong with his job. Hopefully, he believed me when I told him that.

Besides, getting to watch Yuri work in person as opposed to through my phone screen is hot as fuck.

I'm not sure how long I lie there in his arms, soaking in his natural fragrance before he wakes up. Yuri moves his leg from over my waist, looks down at me with sleep-filled eyes and messy hair and smiles. "Good morning, gorgeous. How long have you been up?"

"Half an hour maybe," I mutter, cheeks flaming because he called me gorgeous. It's hard to believe that I'm who he wants when he can literally have anyone. I'm sure half the men on set would love to have him to themselves. Not because of his massive cock, but because of who Yuri is. He's funny, smart, driven, affectionate. He's a combination of many qualities that people look for in a partner. So, him setting his sights on me? Still unbelievable.

"Why didn't you wake me?" he asks, rubbing his nose against mine. God, where did he come from and how did I not know the person that would check all the boxes for what I want in a partner would be another guy?

Ducking my head so he won't see my flaming face, I shrug. "You looked comfortable. I didn't want to disturb you."

Yuri kisses my forehead. "You can wake me whenever you want." He finishes untangling himself from how he was clamped around me, stretching his arms over his head. "I'm glad you stayed the night with me. I had a great time talking to you."

Sitting up, I admire his body while he's splayed out on the bed. He looks so fucking good. His muscles look hard, but they have some give, making him comfortable to sleep on. He made me the little spoon last night. I didn't know something that simple could make me feel so cherished. I've always cuddled the women I was with. I can see why they always asked for cuddles. Being the little spoon is awesome.

He catches me staring and grins. "See something you like?"

I nod. "You."

"Show me."

Not needing to be told more, I launch myself at him, straddling his hips as I take his lips in a filthy kiss. Morning breath means nothing to me right now as I snake my tongue into his mouth. I can't get enough of Yuri. One taste of him will never be enough. If I didn't have to, I wouldn't leave his bed, getting my fill of Yuri for as long as I can.

I grind against him, our cocks pressed together. I groan into his mouth, loving how his hard shaft feels against mine. Yuri returns my groan, hands drifting down to cup my ass. I arch my back, wanting to press myself closer to him and get more of this friction.

Pulling his mouth from mine, Yuri asks a question that makes me freeze. "You want to try to take my dick? Want to feel me inside you?"

My body shudders at the thought. Fuck yes, I do. It's insane how last month, I never thought about a dick in my ass. Now? I'm fucking gagging for it.

Gulping, I nod. "How do I … I mean … do you … what do you have to do?"

He kisses me lightly, then rolls on top of me. "Let me take care of you. I won't hurt you, I promise."

I swallow roughly. With the size of his cock, that might be inevitable.

Even still, I believe him. He won't hurt me on purpose. I think he's adept in making sure he doesn't cause undue pain; he's had years with his massive cock to know how to make it good.

I nod, and Yuri kisses me again before reaching over to his nightstand, pulling out a condom and some lube. He meets my eyes and says, "We're tested every month at the studio and I never fuck without a condom. If you always want me to wear one with you while I'm working there, I will."

Smiling, I nod again, appreciating his thoughtfulness. Sure, it's the bare minimum, but I appreciate it all the same.

Yuri opens the bottle of lube, spreading some on his fingers. "Spread your legs wider for me." I do what he says, my balls hanging heavy as my cock pastes itself to my left thigh. It jumps when Yuri drags his hand down to my waiting hole.

I tense up, afraid of the pain. Yuri kisses me again, slow and easy. His tongue lazily strokes in my mouth, making my head all fuzzy. Soon, my mind is only focused on what his lips and tongue are doing to mine. So much so that I don't even think about the pinch I feel when he slides a finger inside me. It's a foreign feeling, but not unpleasant. Once I tell my mind that I want this, that it's not intrusive, my body relaxes more and I accept his finger easily. Yuri fucks me with that digit, pressing in and out at a leisurely pace. His finger explores me and he makes sure I'm relaxed for him.

But soon, that's not enough. I whine, moving my hips to meet his finger.

Yuri chuckles into my mouth, then inserts a second finger. I hiss at the burn, but I don't stop moving my lips against Yuri's. His kisses are too fucking good to miss out on and they're keeping my mind off what his fingers are doing. I can't believe I have another man's fingers in my ass. I can't believe anything is in my ass.

When he curls his fingers and presses something inside of me, I pull my mouth away, yelping in surprise and arousal. "Holy fuck," I groan, grinding my hips down to feel it again. "More," I beg, rotating my hips wantonly. He does it again and I cry out, gripping the sheets beside me. "What is that?"

He chuckles, kissing down my neck and along my chest. "Your prostate. Feels good, right?"

"Fuck yes," I breathe out. "God, yes."

I toss my head back, enjoying what Yuri is doing with is fingers and lips. He kisses all over my chest—which is bare since I got rid of my shirt before falling asleep last night. I tangle my hands in his hair, loving how the silky strands feel against my sensitive skin. His tongue and lips feel extra hot as they glide across my body; I'm hyper aware of how everything feels.

That includes how warm Yuri's mouth feels when he engulfs my cock. I moan, my hand tightening in his hair. The sensation of Yuri finger fucking me and trying to swallow my dick whole is almost too much. If he keeps this up, I'll come before we even get to the fucking.

Yuri sucks me slow, not enough to get me off, but enough to get me close, teetering on the edge. I feel the burn of another finger entering me, but I'm too far gone to care. I hiss at the contact, but it's immediately overshadowed by Yuri's oral skills. I mean, fuck this man can suck a dick.

My head tosses side to side as I try to absorb all that I'm feeling. It's way too much, but not enough at the same time. I want Yuri to stop, but I also want more. I'm so confused that I can't string a coherent thought together unless it's focused on the pleasure I'm feeling. My wet cock is engulfed by slick heat and my ass is full to the brim with Yuri's probing fingers. How am I supposed to concentrate on one thing when he's doing so much?

All too soon, Yuri pulls his mouth from my cock, but keeps his fingers inside me. He spreads them apart, stretching my hole to near painful proportions. His fingers are already pretty large—how he's spreading me apart makes them seem even larger and I almost can't take it. Then I remember the size of him and figure it's probably for the best.

Yuri confirms my thoughts by explaining, "You need to be ready for my dick, Clay. I can't take all the pain away, but I can minimize it. Do you trust me to take care of you?"

"Yes," I answer breathily.

"Good." Yuri removes his fingers, then reaches for the condom, sliding it on. His dick is an angry shade of red, the head of his cock almost purple. My mouth waters as I stare at it. I know what it's like to have it in my hands and my mouth. Now my ass gets that honor.

After he drizzles lube on his condom covered cock, he slides closer to me, positioning his dick at my entrance. I stare down at when his cock is touching my body and feel heat bloom over my skin. God, I bet it looks so good against my puckered hole. Like he was always meant to take me like this.

"Wrap your legs around me." I do what he says, locking my ankles just over his plump ass. The feel of his glutes under my heels has me wishing it were possible for him to fuck me while I stared at his ass. Maybe we can make our own movie one day. I'd love to see his hairy ass pounding my hole.

"I'm nervous," I tell him honestly, licking my lips. "I want to make you feel good. I don't know what I'm doing and all your costars can make you feel good. I want to?—"

Yuri smiles and shushes me, a tender finger on my lips. "What I do for work is just that—work. It's not real. There's no heat, no passion. It's all fabricated for the audience. This with you? It'll be all of that and more. It'll be better than all the scenes I've ever done at work because it's you and it's real. I'm not worried."

Okay, what the fuck? How can he make me feel like my chest is going to explode from his words alone? I feel so cherished and cared for right now that I can't even explain it. It's my first time and he's making it the best experience I've ever had. If I didn't know it before, I know now—Yuri is my forever.

Blowing out a deep breath, I nod and smile shakily at him. "Okay. I'm ready."

"Bear down when I start to slide in. It'll make it easier."

I agree and relax my body as much as possible. In the entire time we were talking and my nerves were going haywire, my cock didn't flag at all. It's still hard, leaking precum on my thigh. The feel of Yuri's dick against my hole felt too good for my dick to go soft on me.

With no more words, Yuri starts to ease his dick into my virgin hole. Even though it burns like a bitch, I bear down like he tells me. It's like how his finger felt going inside for the first time times a thousand. I feel so full that I don't think any more of his cock can fit. What the fuck did I get myself into?

Taking his time, Yuri slides in inch after inch, watching me with concern the whole time. When his hips meet mine, we both blow out harsh breaths. God, it's so much. I knew Yuri was big, but he feels massive now.

He holds still, allowing me to adjust to him and I'm thankful. My body protests, wanting him out, but also wanting more. The mixed signals boggle my mind, so I just focus on Yuri's eyes as he stares down at me. My body starts to relax and his hard shaft inside me feels pretty fucking good.

After about a minute, I feel like I'm okay and he can move. I meet his eyes and nod.

Yuri pulls out slowly, then eases back in. I groan at the feel of him. Fuck yes. This is it. This is what I envisioned when I thought about how Yuri would feel inside me. It's like his dick is hitting all the nerve endings in my channel, setting off sparks that travel to my balls. That one simple thrust has me climbing the walls. I'm a fucking bottom that can rival all bottoms. We haven't even finished the first round and I'm already itching to bend over and take his cock again and again.

Yuri doesn't hurry his thrusts, keeping them even and deep. I squeeze my legs tighter around him, wanting to keep him inside me forever.

Reaching down, Yuri grasps one of my legs and brings it to his shoulder. It changes the angle of his thrusts, causing him to sink deeper into me. I moan, grabbing at his arms and digging my nails into them. Fuck, he feels phenomenal.

"Clay, fuck. You feel amazing. Like a fucking dream." Yuri swivels his hips and I cry out as he hits my prostate head on, over and over. "So responsive. Listen to how you're moaning for me. Loving my dick." He grinds his hips against me and I scream out, squeezing his arms harder as my hole tightens around him. Yuri grunts, closing his eyes as if in pain. "So fucking good. I could live inside you."

Mustering up my words, I tell him, "I want you to. I always want you in me."

Yuri grips the leg that's over his shoulder hard, biting his lip as he stares down at me. Then his hand encircles my cock, jerking it in time to his thrusts. My moans become more high-pitched as he rocks my fucking world. "God, you sound so fucking sweet, moaning for me. Tell me how I make you feel, baby."

"So … fucking … I'm coming …" I moan just before my cock starts kicking and I come all over his hand. My orgasm shoots out of me, ropes of cum landing on our abs.

"Holy shit, Clay. Oh fuck. I'm there, baby." I barely hear him, still focused on the aftershocks of the best orgasm of my life. Yuri's cock swells within me, then I feel it twitching as he releases into the condom.

His body shudders over me and I watch him in awe—once my brain kicks back online, that is. Yuri doesn't come like this in his scenes. He doesn't roar his release and pump furiously into his costars when he's close. This is what he meant when he said this was real between us.

I want more of it.

He lowers my leg and drops on my chest like he can no longer hold his weight up. If I were a smaller man, he might have really hurt me. As it is, I grunt when his chest meets mine, his unexpected weight jolting me. He lands right in my cum, making it slide wetly between us.

When his breathing is under control, Yuri pulls out of me gently, making us both hiss. I wish he could stay inside me longer, but we do have to get cleaned up. He moves to nestle himself between my legs, moving my sweaty hair from my face. "Are you okay?"

Closing my eyes, I grin and nod. "I'm perfect. You?"

"Same. I'm perfect. That was perfect. Thank you."

I crack an eye open and look at him. "For what?"

"For trusting me with your body. That was a big step you just took. I'm glad you took it with me and I'm glad you trusted me with your pleasure."

Opening both eyes, I reach up and rub his face over his stubble. Never thought I'd like the feeling of stubble under my hands. "I don't just trust you with my body, Yuri. I trust you with me. I trust that you'll treat me right, support me, be there for me. I trust you."

Yuri sighs, rubbing his nose against mine. "I'm not sure what I did to deserve that trust, but I won't fuck it up. I promise."

I know he won't. That's what trust is all about.