Page 87 of Encounter

Is he touching himself... thinking about me?

“Wait!” I shouted and pushed him away. Tensing up, I desperately tried to make the moment last even longer, even though I felt like I was going to explode. “I want to do it for you,” I said firmly, glaring at him.

Pressing his lips together, he exhaled deeply through his nose and reached for my arm to pulled me up, without breaking our eye contact. “I’m still not a hundred percent, so let me lie down. You go on top.”

A little confused, I followed his guidance and clumsily moved for him to lay down.Sixty-nine? God, did I watch some porno before falling asleep and dreaming this?My cheeks burned as I pulled my trousers and underwear over my feet so that I was able to kneel over Chast. Stealing glances at him as he undid his pants, lying there and taking the entire couch with his wide torso, I had to ask myself what I did to deserve this marvel.

“You can move your hips this way—control the intensity.”

“Have you... ever done this before?”What a stupid question! Shut up, Galen.

“No,” he mumbled and grabbed my hips as soon as I knelt next to him and situated myself over his cock. He didn’t sound like it bothered him much.

I wanted to touch it. I wanted to feel him inside me so bad.

Chast grazed his tongue across my pride, teasing me. “I asked Rissa for some tips last time I saw her.” About to take him into my mouth, I paused, letting my jaw hang in shock.He... asked the stripper? He planned this—expected it.“Was always more than happy with her technique, so... I hope I’m doin’ good.” Squeezing my ass, Chast pushed me deep inside his mouth, drawing out a long, loud moan.

Fuck. He’s just too cute.

“Y-You—ah!—you are,” I panted and slid him into my mouth as well, determined to make him feel as good. Regardless if it was all a wet dream or not, I was going to stop worrying and enjoy it.

The first thing I sawwhen I opened my eyes in the morning was his face. Peaceful and content, he laid next to me with his mouth half open, and both arms folded under his head as a pillow. Smiling, I studied his puffy, wild hair, and focused on the plethora of small, barely noticeable acne scars covering his cheeks, seeing nothing but perfection.

The brief flash of what happened last night rushed through me, sending warmth to every nook and cranny. Rolling myself on my back, I let out a deep sigh and closed my eyes, remembering how damn hot it all was. We didn’t go all the way—wasn’t a good idea. After finishing up on the couch and going to bed, I laid there, irresistibly drawn to his body beside me. I wanted to slip my hands under his boxers and push my cock inside him. I wanted to fuck him so bad, but… I ended up jerking off while Galen was already passed out.

Guess he’s keepin’ me young, I thought while glancing at him with a smirk.

As my eyes traveled over his arms and I resisted the urge to touch him—imagining he would be soft and warm—I noticed the photo of Lydy and me on the nightstand behind him.

My throat closed up and a strange sense of panic spread throughout my chest.

Frowning, I glanced at Galen again.

Is it guilt I’m feelin’?Was it why I withdrew when he tried to kiss me? Because no matter how much I cared for him now because of who he was, this ‘Lydy thing’ hung over my head, and I worried he would find out somehow. The more of those trustful, tender glances he gave me, the worse this guilt became. I kept imagining how Galen would look at me if he believed I only ever cared for him because at some point, I thought he was Lydy.

Halting my trail of thoughts, I let out a deep sigh. ‘Care for him’?

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