Page 155 of The Faking Game

She bandages my shoulder as I kiss her, tease her nipple with my teeth, slide my hand down to tease the seam of her pussy through her panties.

“Not fair,” she says. Her breathing has sped up. “I’m trying to concentrate.”

“I was promised a reward for letting you patch me up.”

“You’ll get there quicker if you let me work,” she says, and there’s logic to it, but she’s growing damp through her panties and there’s no way I’ll stop. “There. You’re all done.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m still annoyed with you,” she says. “But I also want my part of the deal, and that means an orgasm.”

That makes my lip curve. “That’s my girl. Ask for what you want.”

“I want you to make me come using the vibrator I packed.” She tilts her head a little, and her cheeks are a beautiful warm pink. “It would be good for me to know that I can handle something that big before I…” She takes a deep breath. “Well. Before I have sex with a man for the first time.”

CHAPTER44

NORA

I can tell that I’m pushing him, that I’m beating against whatever barriers he’s erected between us. My brother. My virginity. Both of them seem to matter more to him than they do to me, and there’s a part of me that wants to backtrack, wants to swallow the words.

But the bigger part of me is exhilarated. He’s repeatedly told me to be myself, to express my wants with him. And it feels too good to stop.

“You brought it?” he says.

I nod. “It’s fully charged, too.”

He groans against my chest and spends another few minutes sucking my nipples and touching me through my underwear, making my knees feel weak. He takes his time. And finally he leans back, inspecting my reddened nipples and the damp spot in my underwear, nodding like he’s pleased at what he sees.

“Perfect,” he mutters and pulls me into my bedroom. I sit on the edge of the bed. A new set of nerves creeps up, but it’s the good kind, the ones I’ve come to crave around him.

“You’ve pushed me hard today. Did you think about that when you took off your bikini out there with Alex?” he asks.

“Yes,” I confess. “He didn’t see anything. I had his shirt on.”

“But you knew I’d see it when you came back in.”

I stretch back on the bed. The only scrap of fabric on my entire body is between my thighs, and he’s watching me like he’s hungry.

“I did,” I breathe. “And you noticed.”

West runs his hands over my thighs, still standing by the end of the bed. “My brave, sweet girl. Even when you knew what might happen. That I’d come find you, aching.”

“Are you aching?”

“I’m past aching.”

“I’ve never teased anyone before.” I stretch up, raise my arms over my head. “It feels good to be wanted. Not scary. Just… good.”

His hands slide down and push my legs apart. “I do want you, sweetheart. Do you know how hard it’s been to focus since you showed me how bare you were out there?” West stretches out on top of me on the bed, his body on mine, and kisses me.

I moan into his mouth. He’s never been on top of me like this. No one has. There’s a delightful heaviness to it, to him, and I grip his hips with my thighs on instinct.

His skin is hot against my chest. The hair there tickles against my breasts, and I kiss him back. But he doesn’t stay there. He moves down past my lips, to my neck. It’s so hard to focus with him there. He knows it, too, and the brush of his stubble only heightens the sensations rushing through me. A steady warmth pulses down my chest, my stomach, pooling between my legs.

I tilt my hips up against him, and he groans against my neck.

“And now you want me to fuck you with a vibrator,” he says. He lifts up on an arm. “That’s it, isn’t it? You want me to help stretch you out. Make you come with something big inside you.”

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