Chapter 11My room faced the east, and since I had forgot to draw the curtains, sunlight spilled into my eyes, waking me.
It was later than I normally woke, and while I was sore, I felt remarkably rested. I relished the feeling.
Geo was not only a careful, thoughtful lover, he was also a very skilled cocksman; he had brought me to fulfilment again and again, and the memories of what he had done to me saw my prick rising to tumescence.
He had told me, after the last time he’d had me and it was time for him to return to his own bed, “You will not pleasure yourself, is that clear, Ashton? This is mine now.” He’d stroked a hand over the hair that covered my chest, over my n*****s and down to my loins, giving my prick a slight squeeze, and then he’d kissed me again.
Oh, I knew he meant it wa
