Page 79 of Encounter

When Chast dropped me off a few blocks away from home, it was already close to eleven. I sent Dad a message before we even arrived at the gym, so he didn’t stay up for me. As much as I was angry at him, I didn't want him to think I ran off somewhere without a word and stayed out all night.

Moving quietly through the house, I went into my room and locked the door.

Physically, I was completely exhausted. One glance at the laptop and books on my desk, and I knew I should go right to bed. I had an assignment and presentation for the next day that I didn’t look over, not to mention the project for Blake I needed to work on if I didn’t want him to mess me up again.

Mentally? There was no way I was going to fall asleep.

Not in this state.

Taking my clothes off, I threw them in the basket and went to my wardrobe. Bending down, I pushed away old uniforms and blankets from the very back of the bottom shelf and reached the old shoe box that made me shiver with anticipation as soon as I laid my eyes on it.

Glancing over my shoulder, I tried to suppress the feeling like I was doing something wrong. It was stupid, really—the lengths I even went to in order to hide this. I was an adult. I shouldn’t have been as ashamed and guilty about owning a damn vibrator, but...

Forget it, I told myself and grabbed it with a bottle of lube and aimed for the shower.

I was rock hard already by the time I closed the shower door and turned the water on. My hands trembled in anticipation as I turned it on to see if the batteries were still working.

Thank god.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Chast next to me. I smelled him, I felt his eyes burning into every inch of my body.

Squeezing out a decent amount of lube, I ran it between my ass cheeks with my fingers and I closed my eyes, imagining it washishands touching me. It washiscock pressing against me while he got me ready. Even the steam created by the shower was almost like his breaths when we laid across from each other in his bed. I stroked myself and recalled the way his rough, firm fingers wrapped around me that time, while I let my ass swallow the dildo.

“Fuck,” I moaned hanging my head down, and desperately bit my lip.

I imagined how rough and confident Chast would be. He would take control, thrusting into me. He would have that smirk plastered over his face while I cried out with pleasure under him.

I held off from whimpering his name. I wanted his hand around my neck, around my cock, in my mouth and around my waist. I wanted those fingers biting and rubbing my nipples, his tongue circling them.

I wanted everything I couldn’t have.

And I longed for it so deeply it drove me out of my mind.

“Oh, Galen!” Lookingtoward the voice while I put my stuff in the bag, I noticed the professor coming to my desk. Everyone else squirmed around him to get out of the class, and even Zola gave me a quick wave before leaving—to go see her friends, no doubt.

“Yes?”

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