Chapter 251

Steven holds out his hand for me. I take it and let him lead me into the bedroom. We come to stop at the foot of the bed, and then he turns to face me. He continues to hold my hand, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles.

He stares down at our conjoined hands rather than look at me in my face. Even though coming into the bedroom was his idea, I am still bracing myself for when he inevitably changes his mind. I won’t be mad. I’ll understand. I just hope, that if he’s going to end this, he does it sooner rather than later.

I’d hate to be naked and panting and for him to roll away. It would be okay, of course, but I might never recover from the shame.

I want him to be certain before we ever get that far. If he can’t even look me in the eye, I’m not so sure that he’s certain about anything.

“Steven,” I say. “There’s no reason we can’t wait, if that’s what you want…”

He shakes his head. “I’m not nervous because I want to stop. I’m nervous because… what I want might not be what you are expecting.”

“Okay…?” I prompt. When he doesn’t go on right away, I suggest, “Why don’t you tell me what you want, and I’ll tell you if I’m okay with it?”

He nods, and finally looks up at me. His cheeks are tinted pink with a blush, but his eyes are determined and sure.

The tight squeeze of my hand in his tells me he’s anxious. I squeeze back to let him know it’s okay.

“I want to watch you,” he says.

I blink, surprised. Yet the idea ignites fresh fire between my legs, and my panties are getting damp already.

“I want to watch you touch yourself,” he continues, “And I want to touch myself too.”

“That sounds perfect to me,” I say. “Would that be okay with you? I know you want to wait to have sex with the person you love…”

He swallows thickly. It takes him another few moments to answer. “If we watch each other, that would be different than actually having sex.”

That seems like a topsy turvy way around his own rules.

“Are you sure?” I ask.

“Chloe,” he says, and his voice is deeper. He sounds like he’s gaining confidence now, more and more with every word. “I am certain.”

“I don’t want you to regret,” I say.

“Then strip naked and lay down on your bed.” He says the words like a command, with a tiny hint of his Alpha voice backing it up. It’s a domineering tone I’m used to hearing from Archer and Neil, and even sometimes Beau. It’s not something I would have expected from Steven.

But it’s doing very pleasant things to me.

I start to obey at once. I stretch the seams of my shirt, trying to yank it over my head, I’m so eager. I shimmy out of my shorts next and quickly kick them aside. When I’m down to my sports bra and panties, I make eye contact, wanting to be certain he’s still here with me.

He is, looking down at my body, but he seems frustrated too.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“You’re blurry,” he grumbles. Oh. His glasses. He left them in the living room.

“We can pause a minute.”

“Ten seconds,” Steven says. “Be naked on that bed when I get back.”

He hobbles out of the room. Walking must be hella difficult with that hard cock in his pants.

I take his words as gospel though, and rip off my bra and panties. I flop back onto my bed and then try to make myself look as tantalizing as possible. I stretch my arms over my head. I bend one knee, then tilt it outwards. This will give him just a partial view of my pussy when he comes back.

He fumbles back into the room ten seconds later. His shirt is gone, revealing miles of pale, toned skin. His hands are on the waistband of his pants, like he’d been trying to undo the tie there but the knot is being stubborn.

His glasses are on.

He looks over at me and freezes.

I can see now, the desire sparking like fireworks in his gaze as he trails it down and along the curves and valleys of my body. He licks his lips as his eyes trace my tits. He’s practically drooling as he looks down at my pussy.

“Spread your legs,” he says. “I want to see.”

I do as he commands. Pressing both feet flat on the mattress, I stretch out my thighs, giving him a clear view straight to my core.

Steven rips the tie out from the waistband of his sweatpants. The sweatpants fall flat down to the ground. He’s wearing black briefs underneath. They are stretching to the limit with that fucking huge cock he’s carrying. He shoves them down with abject hatred, until that constrained dick finally lurches free.

“Touch yourself,” Steven says. “Show me what you do when you are alone.”

Oh, this is guaranteed to be much better than that. When I’m alone, I just work quick to get off. Right now, I want to put on a show.

I start slowly, moving my fingertips down across my shoulders and collarbone then up the mountains of my breasts. I cup my tits then and brush my nipple with my thumbs.

I worry my bottom lip with my teeth while giving a soft gasp. I watch Steven with hooded eyes, taking in how his hand grips tightly around himself as he begins to pump.

I tease and tug at my nipples, all while moaning a little louder than I need to. Steven seems to appreciate it. His dick jumps in his hand.

Then I abandon my breasts and slide my hands further down, down over my abdomen, down lower.

With my first hand, I use two fingers to pull back my pussy lips, exposing my clit and my entrance for Steven’s hungry gaze.

With my second hand, I touch one finger to my clit, and then two. I throw my head back on the pillows and arch my back, all the while bullying my tender little nub with my fingers. It feels so fucking good, I could probably come just from this. I’m half eager to try.

Why not give Steven a show? Who said I had to stop at one orgasm? I’d let him see it all.

I rubbed in small circles while bucking my hips up into my hands. My moans became louder.

“Ah… Oh…”

I bite myself back from saying his name, unsure if it’s welcome. He could want to just be a fly on the wall right now, watching me as if he is invisible. He wants to see what I do alone, after all. Though even alone, I reason, I might call his name.

“Mmm…” I move my hips in tandem with my fingers and I quickly find a rhythm and groove that’s hitting everything all in the right spot. I won’t last long like this. “Steven… mmm…”

It was a risk to say his name, but I was feeling risky. When he doesn’t immediately correct me, I take that as permission and really go for it.

“Ah, Steven, yes…”

I move my hand quicker now. My hips are bucking off the bed.

I’m close. So close. Another few movements and I’ll likely hit my first orgasm.

It’s so hot knowing he’s watching, and that he’s touching himself to it. That thought alone is what sends me –

“Stop,” he commands, full Alpha now.

My hand stills at once, more in surprise than in command.

I open my eyes and look at him. He’s still stroking himself but his hand is moving slower now than the last time I looked.

I don’t understand at first. If he wants to stop, why is he still touching himself? Why is he looking at me like he wants to plow me through the mattress?

Then I remember the book, and one pleasantly torturous little word comes to mind.

Edging.