Page 107 of The Faking Game

There’s no intruder. Just Nora, with her hand pushed beneath the waistband of her shorts… and a steady vibrating sound.

“West!” She pulls her hand out, but the vibrator remains there. She pulls the cover over herself, with nothing but her face peeking out.

“Shit.” I’m unable to look away from her. “You were making noises. It sounded like you were in danger.”

“I’m not.” Her voice comes out thin, and there’s still that vibrating sound. “God, I need to shut it off…”

I turn away and focus on the dark wood of her dresser. There’s another muffled gasp from the bed and then nothing but silence. She’s turned off the vibrator.

“You’re trying them out.” All my blood has rushed south in one fell swoop, and I reach out to put a hand on the doorway. Fuck.

“Yes. I’m not convinced yet.”

“You sounded pretty… convinced.”

“They’re intense,” she says. I look over to see her draping an arm over her face. “I can’t believe you’re here. I was…”

“Don’t be embarrassed.” My feet move me closer to the bed with a will of their own.

“How can I not be?” She lowers her arm to look at me. “No one has ever seen me do…that.”

“I know. You could barely talk about it before. But it’s a good thing to practice, sweetheart.”

She digs her teeth into her lower lip. “You think so?”

“I do. Were you able to come?”

“No. Not yet.”

“But you were getting closer.”

“I think so,” she murmurs, and takes a deep breath. Her cheeks are on fire. “Yes. I was. But I couldn’t get the vibrations right. They were too strong, I think.”

“Stop being embarrassed.”

“I can’t!”

I take a step back. “I can leave, if you want to continue… and report back to me later. Or I can stay, and we can practice. It’s entirely up to you.”

Her eyes are burning, just as strongly as her cheeks. But I see the fire in them that I’ve come to relish. “Stay.”

The word makes me lightheaded.

I sit next to her on the bed, slowly, carefully. No sudden movements. Without taking my eyes off hers, I stretch out beside her.

She’s beneath the covers.

I’m on top of them.

“You’re using the small one. Right? With suction.”

“Yes. It’s intense.”

“Were you turned on before you put it against your clit?”

Her lips part on a soft exhale. It takes a moment before she responds, and she can’t quite meet my eye. “A little.”

“Touch yourself now,” I murmur, turning so my face is beside hers. “Don’t turn the vibrations or suction on.”

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