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I uncapped the lube and squirted a generous amount until his ass glistened with it. The tight ring of muscles fluttered around my fingers as I pressed two against his entrance and slowly pushed inside him. He gasped, goose bumps littering his skin as I patiently eased in and out, prepping him. I lowered my mouth to him once again, my tongue swirling around his balls while my fingers probed him deeper.

“Fuck, Yuriy. You’re so good at that.”

Breaking away from his ass, I slid up his body, pressing him down onto the mattress. “Fuck, Stas,” I groaned into his ear. “I can’t wait anymore. Need to be inside you, but you’re still so fucking tight. It’s gonna hurt.”

“I took your knife in my chest before.” He reached back and grabbed my hips. “I won’t die from your cock inside me.”

“But you might bleed⁠—”

He laughed hoarsely. “Wouldn’t be the first time you made me bleed, Orlov. At least this time I can get off on it.”

I chuckled, prying his cheeks open and guiding my cock between the plumpness. The piercings rubbed against his flesh, and he gasped. “You mean I’m the only one who used to go home and jerk off after one of our fights?”

“You didn’t.”

“Maybe.”

I did.

The tip of my cock caught on his rim.

“Wait!” Stas cried.

I held back. Barely. “What is it, Stas?”

“Your piercings? Is it…okay to do this?”

“It might be a little uncomfortable at first, especially since you have a virgin ass, but you’ll get used to it.”

“Okay. Continue then. I like the way it feels so far.”

So I rubbed the head of my cock over his opening some more until he was rocking back against me. I gave a few experimental pumps, then pushed the head inside him carefully. Stas bucked back, and I stilled, eyeing his taut, shivering form beneath me. His lust-filled cries echoed in my ears, heavy with anticipation, and my body responded in kind.

I moved slowly at first, testing his limits, as I pressed inside him only by a few inches. A shiver ran through me, and I had to still as waves of pleasure washed over me at the tight heat gripping my cock.

“Bozhe—” Stas groaned, arching back against me. “You’re so fucking big.”

Drawing in a ragged breath, I held myself in check, not wanting to hurt him unless necessary. This was uncharted territory for me, and I wanted him to enjoy it too. Wanted him to come back for seconds. Wanted him to burn with lust for my cock when our two weeks ended and we had to return to Chicago.

“Stanislav.” I lay on top of him, pumping my hips in shallow movements while kissing his neck, his shoulder. “So fucking good.”

“Yeah. You’re so deep.”

“You still have half my length to go, sweetheart. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“I want it.” He pushed his hips back toward me.

“No, it’s too much.”

“Don’t fucking patronize me, Yuriy.” Over his shoulder, Stas glared at me.

“Fine. Have it your way.”

16

YURIY

Idragged myself out of Stas’s body and flipped him onto his back like he weighed nothing. If he wanted all of me, he wasn’t getting it with his face buried in the pillows like some shy little brat ashamed of facing what he wanted me to do to him.