Page 14 of Fluffing the Stallion

“That works,” Yuri says and we head out.

When we step outside the barn, he grabs my hand and I sigh, glad that he does want to touch me. “That was a good scene,” I mutter, head down and cheeks heating.

Yuri looks over at me, smiling. “You made it a good scene. How was that for you?” I raise an eyebrow, wondering if he’s talking about the head or watching him jerk off. Both were hot as fuck. He answers my unasked question. “Sucking my dick, I mean.”

“Good,” I answer honestly. “I didn’t expect it to feel good to me. I … um …”

His smile is still planted on his face, though it turns a little dirty. “You got hard.”

Shy and a little embarrassed, I nod. “What does that mean?”

“I told you, Clay. You don’t have to think too much about it. If it’s something you want to do, do it. Don’t let society make you label what feels good.”

Good advice. I don’t have a choice but to take said advice since I don’t know what I’m doing otherwise. I’ll have to do what someone suggests or I’ll drive myself crazy. Before I talked to Yuri, I felt like I was spiraling with all the thoughts in my head. Even after talking to Dario, I still couldn’t shut my mind off and let things flow how they would. It’s funny and a little unnerving that one conversation with Yuri has my brain shutting off when I think too hard about what I’m doing.

Oh well. It’s better than fretting about every move I make around him and how it would be perceived by other people. All that matters is what feels good between me and Yuri. With his consent, of course.

Once back at his car, we climb in, but Yuri doesn’t start the car immediately. I turn to look at him to ask what’s going on when he launches himself at me, taking my mouth in a greedy kiss. It’s so unlike the kiss he gave me against the wall of the barn that I’m stunned stupid for a minute. My mouth refuses to move and I’m sitting there, letting Yuri touch all over me and slide his tongue in my mouth.

Then my body gets with the program and I kiss him back just as hungrily. My hands glide through his hair, holding him close as his tongue plunders my mouth. God, this is the best kiss I’ve ever had in my life. It’s all consuming, hot, soul rending. All the things and more that I can’t describe.

A little moan drifts from my lips, despite trying to keep it at bay. It’s like I barely have any control over my body when it comes to Yuri. Even when I was blowing him, I kept groaning around his length.

Yuri snatches his mouth away, breathing heavily as he rests his forehead against mine. “You want to go back to my place?”

Unable to answer with words, I nod, trying to catch my breath. Yuri gives me one more quick kiss, then sits back in the driver’s seat and pulls away from the studio.

After a few minutes—when I’m able to catch my breath and rearrange my dick—I ask, “What’s your last name?”

“Miller. Yours?”

“Dalgreen.” I pause for a moment. “You know I don’t know what I’m doing here, right?” I figure I should put it out there so he knows not to expect fireworks and perfection. Yes, I jerk his cock and now give him blowjobs, but that doesn’t mean I’m experienced. Eager, sure, but inexperienced.

He nods, placing his hand on mine. “It’s okay. If you let me, I’ll take care of you. I’ll make sure you have a good time.”

“Just sex or something else? Is this just sex?”

“It’s whatever you want it to be, Clay. I don’t mind just showing you want it’s like to come with a fat cock inside you and I also don’t mind taking you out on a date, showing you a good time, then dropping you off at your door like a perfect gentleman. I can handle both.”

I smile, nodding slowly. “Both, if that’s okay.”

He doesn’t return my smile. “You know what I do for work, Clay. Can you handle that? I don’t want it to come between us. But I love my job and don’t think I’m ready to quit yet. I’m also not interested in an ultimatum. So, tell me now if it’s something you can’t handle. We won’t go any further to protect your feelings and mine.”

“Yuri, you were a porn actor before we met. And I’m not the jealous type.” My cheeks heat, but I have to admit what I’m thinking. “I like watching you work. I don’t think that will change if we actually start dating.” Inhaling deeply, I blow out the breath as I say in a rush, “I like watching your dick going inside a tight ass. It makes me wonder what you would feel like in mine.”

In lieu of an answer, Yuri puts his foot on the gas pedal, speeding off down the street. I smile and sit back, hoping his place is close. I’m not sure what Yuri has in store for me, but I want to try it all. I want everything with him. I want Yuri to be my first everything.

And maybe my last.

Five minutes later, Yuri parks in one of the parking spaces in front of an upscale apartment building. I don’t have time to take it in before Yuri is out of the car, rounding to my passenger side door and pulling me out. “I can give you the grand tour later. Right now, I want you in my bed with your dick in my mouth.”

With a whimper and a painful erection, I follow behind him. Thankfully, Yuri’s apartment is on the first floor so we don’t have to wait for elevators or climb stairs.

As soon as his door is unlocked and I step inside, Yuri shuts us in, pushes me against it and slants our mouths together. Yuri is a few inches taller than me and his height right now is perfect. I have to tip my head up a little and I love how it makes me feel like I’m not in control. It feels as if Yuri can do with me what he wants and I have to take it.

While he’s kissing me, Yuri slides my sweatpants down, my underwear following shortly after. I snatch my mouth away, panting and moaning as he circles his fist around my dick and starts to stroke me off.

Yuri kisses my neck and licks along my collarbone, tasting every bit of spare skin that he can. I wish I were shirtless so I can feel his lips everywhere. “You feel good in my hands, Clay. Your cock is thick. It’ll stretch my mouth wide. Think I can deep throat you?”

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