Page 86 of Encounter

I did all I could to fight against the rising pleasure, but he didn’t make it easier on me by being so damn good at it. “Doesn’t it feel good? Hold back until you can’t take it anymore.” He took me back in, knowing what it would do to me. I tried to focus on not coming in his mouth right that moment, but even thinking about it turned me on more.

In a desperate, jerky motion, I leaned forward and pushed him off by pressing against his shoulder. Confused, Chast looked up at me while he ran his tongue over his mustache. “Wh— Why are you doing this?” I blurted out, frowning. My erratic breathing kept slipping out of my control. I stared right at him, demanding answers.

“What do you mean?” He gave me a confused headshake.

Glancing between Chast’s legs as he knelt in front of the couch, I saw his cock tenting his pants.So why...?“You’re always the one doing things for me.”

One of his brows rose. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m forcin’ you into anythin’.” I saw it in his eyes he meant well, but it frustrated me. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.” His gaze grew more serious, determined.

Instead of going along like he wanted, I sighed painfully. “I’m not this... confused, helpless kid who doesn’t know what he likes, or who... can’t say no.” Maybe I was ruining the moment, but I had to let it out. “You don’t need to be so careful, like you’re myteacheror something, you—” Chast opened his mouth, trying to interrupt me, but I shook my head and kept going. “I want to feel like we’re on the same level. I want... both of us to do things we like.”

Shit—my voice trembled from the nerves, and my cock was going soft.

Feeling like an idiot, I faced away, but Chast quickly grabbed my chin and brought it back. Leaning closer to me, his gaze didn’t falter, and there was this surge of dominant energy coming off him that startled me a little.

“Fine,” he hummed. “What is ityoureally like then? So we’re fair and respectful.” His tone became firm and demanding.

Hesitantly, I stared at him for a few moments until I got the courage to reach for his hand.Am I really showing this to him? My little kink I vowed no one would ever know about?Guiding it away from my chin, I carefully placed it on my chest and started unbuttoning my white shirt. With sparks of intrigue dancing in Chast’s eyes, he patiently watched until I revealed my chest. He gently brushed over my nipple, studying my face for a reaction.

Nodding, I gulped and licked my lips. My cock got hard again from just thinking about it—from the thought of him knowing, and the possibility of what he would do with that knowledge.

“Mhmm?I see.” Smirking, he leaned forward for what I thought was a kiss but instead, he went to lick my chest, circling his tongue around my nipple. When I let out a tense moan, he glanced up. “Good to know.”

Damn tease.

“What about you? I said that—” My own groan cut me off as Chast’s teeth sank into my flesh. The pain was surprising at first, but quickly dissolved into a thrilling buzz spilling across my chest.

Was that...?“This is what I like,” he confirmed, almost like he read my thoughts. Chast still observed me while he gently pinched my nipple between his teeth and tugged on it. I rolled my eyes back, tensing up like a string, and felt my cock twitch in his hand. “I’ll go easy on you. Tell me if it’s too much.” He released it moments later, bringing up his other hand to play with the other side of my chest, and slowly continued with the hungry yet strangely gentle kisses down my body.

He indented the skin around my ribs, and then bit harder on my stomach where there was more fat. I had always enjoyed pain in a strange, twisted way—though unwilling to openly accept it as a turn-on—but whenever it was Chast doing it or thewayhe did it, the waves of pleasure passed through me with thrilling intensity I accepted and enjoyed freely.

Chast’s hands wrapped around my waist, but he paused, abruptly sliding them down my ass, making me jump.

“Lift up a little,” he mumbled. Even his breath was tainted with lust now, and so were his heavy eyes. A tinge of panic echoed through my chest as I wondered if he was going to get bored with all the foreplay and wanted to go all the way—something I wasn’t entirely prepared for—but it was like Chast sensed it, promptly calming me. “Only need to get ‘em off so you can move better.”

I trusted him, so I complied, yet the second my underwear brushed over my thighs, everything in me clenched. Before my mind did, my subconsciousness remembered.

Oh no.

I didn’t want him to see. I didn’t want to ruin this moment by him seeing the worst, most pathetic part of me, but I was too flustered to stop. Pushing me back into the couch with the clothes down my ankles, Chast went right back to it, unaware of how much I dreaded the moment he would notice those marks.

With every movement of his tongue inching closer and closer to my thighs, my pleasure became overshadowed with worry. When he started sucking my cock again, Chast finally noticed how nervous I was getting and looked up, but instead of telling him to stop or explaining myself, I turned away like a coward.

I heard him snort. Softly, his palm grazed across my scars, making me shiver.

“I’ve noticed ‘em before, Galen,” he said softly, like it meant nothing, getting all of my attention back. He wasn’t looking at me anymore, though. Now, he was bowing down, stroking me while he placed gentle kisses on my upper thigh, inches away from the scars. “I don’t care... but you really need to sort your feelings out in some better ways.”

I was in a trance.

Enchanted by that honeyed voice and the lack of a reaction, I didn’t even know how to react but to lean back into what he was doing—into how non-judgmental and right it was.

“Next time you want to do it,” he whispered and pressed his teeth into one of my scars, “think about this.” Unable to control myself, I moaned under the pressure of a more intense bite. Somehow, my hand became tightly clenched in his short hair, while the other stayed wrapped around his wrist, controlling his tempo.

He paused, giving me time between each bite, and letting the pulsing pain spill away before he continued. I felt Chast’s eyes on me every now and then, like he was making sure I was alright, so I kept nodding almost automatically to show him I wanted to keep going.

My mouth filled with hot saliva, mind with images of Chast, and ears with his quiet, controlled grunts.

Opening my eyes once I felt myself getting too close, I noticed his free hand disappearing out of my sight.

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