Chapter 5
I had long realised being shagged through the mattress left my lover decidedly relaxed, so whenever I observed him growing tense over the upcoming dinner with his father, I’d find somewhere private—the loo, an available cupboard—and distract him.
I fellated him, an activity we both quite got off on, although I didn’t know which of us was more surprised the first time I dropped to my knees before him and took his c**k in my mouth. It hadn’t taken long for him to climax, but we’d both learned control since then, and now I could draw it out, keeping him hovering on the cusp while he begged and pleaded mindlessly, often tugging at my hair with enough force to remove strands.
Once I dragged him into a deserted lecture theatre, lowered his trousers, teased his hole with the Vaseline
