It helps that Asher is gone for the week on some biology project. It means I have the apartment all to myself. That means, if I brought a certain someone home with me, I could tie him to my bed and make him cry until he begged me to give him my cock. The thought sends a hot flush of need across my skin, and I know that I have to do it. I know I’m not going to be able to think straight until I have Zander Braithe under me and I can work out all the frustration I feel on his tight ass.
