Chapter 241

That… was my name. Steven just… he moaned my name.

My brain is short-changing. I’m having trouble keeping up.

Logically, I know what I’m seeing. Even with Steven’s back to me, I can tell he’s masturbating. But for him to say my name. Is he pleasuring himself while he’s thinking… about me?

That doesn’t seem like it should be, but the evidence is right in front of me. I can’t possible dispute it.

And it’s fucking hot, to be honest.

Steven’s pants are loosened, likely for him to have his dick out. As he moves, his hips start to buck and those pants inch farther and farther down until I can see most of his bare ass.

Gods, who knew he’s been hiding such a fantastic ass? All round like that. I want to put my hands on it and squeeze. Instead, I stay frozen where I am, watching with wide eyes.

My body, however, is having its own reaction to this absolutely pornographic scene. Steven, with his undulating hips, his arm moving at a quickening pace. The sounds of his soft moans and gasps are almost too much to bare.

My nipples harden. I’m not wearing panties with Archer’s shorts, but those shorts are starting to get wet instead.

I should walk away. I know Steven doesn’t mean for me to see this. Things are already awkward enough between us. If he finds out that I heard and saw this on top of all that, it will only make things worse. I should inch away and sneak out while he’s distracted.

I’m going to do it. I’ll leave. Any. Second. Now.

Then he half turns toward me, and I see the absolute state of him from the side. From the front as he turns farther still. He backs up against his dresser and holds onto the top of it for dear life with one hand while the other strokes his hard – and frankly, very impressive – cock.

He’s as godlike as his brothers. Tall and strong, with deft fingers and a steady hand. He’s gripping himself tightly, speeding up.

His eyes are closed. He throws his head back, stretching his long neck, that I suddenly want nothing more than to suck love bites into, all the way from his earlobe to his collarbone.

And the way he says my name… “Chloe… ah… Gods, yes…”

So lustful, absolutely sinful. Again and again, like a chant.

It makes me feel like a god to be praised by this man. How I wish I could step closer, drop to my knees, and show him all the wonders my mouth can do. Then I’d really have him singing my praises.

The sight is too much. I’m absolutely entranced. It’s taking everything in me to stand absolutely still so as not to draw attention to myself.

If I was a better person, I would leave. I’d respect Steven’s privacy.

But I am selfish. I want to see. I need to know what his face looks like when he comes.

I won’t touch myself. That would be too much. I am already going too far just by watching. This has to be my line in the sand, or I will truly be the worst kind of person.

Except then Steven starts babbling. And I can’t help from listening.

“You want me to touch you, don’t you? But I won’t. You have to come just from me looking… Yeah, that’s it. You want me, you have to show me.” His voice is low and lust-rough. He’s absolutely wrecked. “Fucking cum, Chloe, then I’ll fuck you.”

Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.

I swore I wouldn’t touch myself, but Gods in heaven, how can I not when he’s tossing out commands like that?

Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that Steven would be the domineering type? Yet here he is, insisting to the Chloe in his mind that she prove she wants him before he’ll touch her.

I could prove I want him. I could be as wanton as he wants. More, even. I’d writhe and squirm. I’d beg until I’m hoarse.

Whatever he wants, he could have it, on the promise that he’d touch me after.

I can’t resist anymore. What little willpower I had flies straight out the window.

I slip my hand under the waistband of Archer’s shorts, slip my finger between my folds, and start rubbing at my clit. I bite my tongue to keep from moaning, from begging like I know he wants to hear from the Chloe in his imagination.

“Show me,” he growls now. “Show me you want me, and then you can have me.”

I want to. I quicken my pace, rubbing myself as fast as he is stroking his dick. His speed is increasing, so I speed up too. When he comes, I want to cum with him. Even if we can’t be together, I want to be together in this.

“Fuck yes, that’s it, Chloe. I know you want me, baby. Show me. Fuck, show me.”

I do, rubbing faster. I buck into my hand. The other I slap over my mouth to keep from making any noise.

Steven’s lost to the feeling by now as well, thrusting into his speeding hand. His commands have devolved into nonsense, utterances of ‘fuck’ and ‘yes’ and ‘Chloe’.

If we’d been having sex, I bet this would be the part where he would forget the pretext and jump me. Gods, I bet he would be such an attentive lover. He’s always so involved and observant with his experiments. Would I be an experiment too? One that he wants to see how much he can take apart?

My hand is moving at furious speeds, trying to keep up with his blurry pace. We’re both close.

I wish he could touch me. I want to feel him. I want to –

“Chloe!” he calls. His dick twitches in his hand and his spend comes shooting out.

I topple with him, flying over the edge straight into my climax.

“Nngh!” I strangle off my first moan, but the second hits harder. An aftershock of pleasure surges through me, straight from my core up to my mouth, “Steven!”

Suddenly, everything stills.

I said his name aloud. There’s no way he didn’t hear it.

Whatever afterglow I might have experienced gets swallowed down, down, down. Instead, I feel like a vat of cold water has been dumped straight over my head. I’m well and truly fucked and I know it.

Steven, dick still in hand, looks at the door. “…Chloe?”

He definitely heard me.

What to do? What to do?

Do I stay and own up to it, likely making things awkward forever between us? Or do I turn and run? Maybe he’ll think he imagined it, imagined me.

My choice is clear – not because I am a coward, but because I want to save our friendship at all costs. This… whatever this was, is not something that we could come back from.

No, better to run, pretend this never happened, and bury these feelings growing within me. I am not having a sexual awakening toward Steven.

This cannot be allowed. By willpower alone, I’ll stop it.

But first… I need to get out of here.

Keeping my eye on the door, I inch backwards step by step into the dark of the lab. Then, when I hear his footsteps, I give up on stealth and turn and run.

I run out of the lab, down the hall. I don’t stop running until I am in the safety of my old bedroom with the door slammed shut behind me.