Page 70 of Encounter

He knows what’s goin’ to happen. Right?

Even if he did, I became uneasy, resting my hand against my thigh even if my cock already begged for contact. I was so damn hard and so damn horny. And Galen’s mere presence fanned the fire.

“Your glasses,” I murmured, twisting around to reach him, no matter the pain it sent through my torso. “Don’t you take ‘em off?” The moment I touched their frame, he flinched and puffed hot air against my hand.That excited, huh?Smiling, I carefully removed his glasses and put them on the nightstand next to me.

I kept imagining his expression in my head—flustered and bashful.

Turning to my side again, back to him, I couldn’t hold it anymore and started stroking myself. The atmosphere in the room—heavy and thick—was like some weird aphrodisiac. Galen heard me, I knew he did, and that made it ten times more thrilling.

Was it right to turn around and touch him? I wanted to touch him so badly.

His skin, inches apart from mine under the blanket, sent radiating waves of heat toward me, luring me in, begging to be marked, so I finally resigned and let my primal instincts take control.

“Was this why you came tonight?” I asked in a low voice mixed in with my huffs and painful groans here and there. “Did youwantthis to happen?”

He didn’t respond, as expected, so I finally pulled my hand away from my own cock and went for his.

Galen tensed up under my fingertips as they met his lower stomach. I moved them down, and found the bulging, wet spot in his underwear.

“Fuck...” With a chuckle, I ran my tongue over my lips. “So excited already. Seems painful. You want my help, Gale?” I itched closer to him, to the point we could feel each other’s loud, wild breaths on our faces. I didn’t ask only to rile him up—I needed to hear it. I needed to know it was what he really wanted.

His cock, trapped in the underwear, twitched under my hand. “Y... Yes,” Galen finally whispered—sounding desperate and needy. “Yeah.”

I smiled. “Alright...” Sliding my hand under the fabric sticky with his pre-cum, I took him in my hand. He cried out, squirming under me. Shifting my hips closer to him, energy jolted through me when our cocks brushed together.

“Ch-Chast!” Galen moaned, almost like he wasn’t even controlling himself anymore. Hesitantly, he grabbed my arm and squeezed it tight to hold onto me. “Chast...”

“Is this what you think about?” I whispered into his face. Running down to the base, I stroked him slowly a few times before I grabbed both of our cocks, locking them in my palm. I had to close my eyes for a moment and exhale deeply so I wouldn’t come too fast.This is so much better than what I imagined. Shit.“Do you think about me when you’re alone at night? Touching yourself?” I kept teasing him, pushing him, and noticed how he lightly rocked his hips forward, eager for more friction.

Opening his mouth, Galen let out a low groan before he nodded. “Yes. Yes.”

My mind went fully into a crazed, lustful haze.

“That’s right...” I picked up speed, stroking harder and pressing us together tighter. “Touchin’ your pretty cock, huh? Look at you—you’re almost bigger than me,” I admitted, hoping to give him some much-needed ego boost.

“Chast, I—!” Rapidly tightening his grip, his breath became more erratic. “I’m gonna... Chast, I’m going to—”

“Not yet,” I urged, but without even realizing it, his erotic, desperate cries of my name pushed me close to the edge as well. So close I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop.

Drowning in the hot moans and groans, I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead against his, letting us come together.

Coming off the intense high, we laid there for a few moments, catching our breaths.

That was fast. Understandable for him, a little embarrassing for me. Did it feel so good because I hadn’t jerked off in so long? Or because I hadn’t been with someone I cared about in a long time?

Rolling on my back, I let out a quiet, painful groan and closed my eyes. Galen’s breath was erratic, like he still relished in the aftermath of it all, and I couldn’t really blame him. It must have been the most action he got in a while. Even my sore, old muscles still buzzed with the warm, light sensation. I felt good. I felt right.

“Why... Why do you care about me?” He asked out of the blue, speaking so quietly I barely caught it.

Frowning, I looked down at him even though it was so dark I only saw his silhouette.What sort of a question is that? Right now?

Taking me completely by surprise, I struggled to say anything quick and witty. It was something I myself tried not to ponder about too much, but now that he asked, I was forced to face that question again.

And I didn’t like that.

The cold, clutching presence of the answer passed through my chest and down to the pit of my stomach. I didn’t want to think about it. I didn’t want to think about how irrational and delusional my thought process was.

Meeting up with a nineteen-year-old boy that had nothing to do with me, leading him on just because somewhere in my deranged, messed up mind, I believed that being born the same day Lydy died meant we met for a reason. Meant that somehow, the love of my life came back to me.

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