Page 101 of Revolve
“I’m the last person you need to be embarrassed in front of,” I manage to say.
“It’s not mine,” she blurts.
“You steal other people’s vibrators?”
She sighs. “I mean, technically it’s mine, but I didn’t use it last night. Scarlett bought it for me since I never …”
Last night? Sierra was going to fuck herself on the other side of the wall if I hadn’t knocked on her door. I don’t know whether to be happy about that or irritated. Then it hits me that she’d told me she hasn’t been able to masturbate, not since her accident. Who was she going to use it with?
“I can go,” I say, turning to the door.
“No,” she says, grabbing my wrist. “I’m not going to do that. It’s stupid. I can’t get there by myself anyway.”
“It’s not stupid. You should be able to love your body and express that in every way that you can. There’s nothing shameful about it.”
We’re close, too close. Talking about her fucking vibrator. This is torture.
“I almost made myself come once,” she whispers. “After the first time we skated together.”
She’s touched herself thinking about me? Back when she was much more eager to cut me with her skate blade? Fuck, that’s hot. The information feels entirely too much to handle.
I swallow. “Yeah?”
She nods, making no move to back away.
“Then show me.”
“What?”
“Spread your legs, lie on your back, and fuck yourself while I watch.”
Her mouth opens, then closes before she finally says, “Y-you want to watch me?”
I want to taste you.“You said you wanted to feel good, didn’t you? Don’t think you can do it?”
“I can do it,” she says, almost like she’s defying me.
I walk her backward until her ass hits the bed. “Strip.”
Her eyes widen and she scoots up on the bed, quickly pulling offher clothes. She looks at herself, and that’s when her usual confidence withers.
I tip her chin up. “Show me.” I hand her the vibrator, but instead she drops her head in her hands.
“I can’t.” Sierra peeks up at me, her green eyes barely visible. “I’m a grown woman and you’re teaching me how to masturbate. It’s pathetic.”
“Hey.” I sit on the bed. “We’re partners, remember? And you did so well the other night.”
She glows pink. “Why can’t you just …” She waves at my hands and crotch.
Fucking hell. If I wasn’t thinking, I’d strip and have her underneath me in seconds. But even though I’ve thought of that night every night for the past few days, this is for her.
“Because this is all you.” I cup her face. “Get out of your head, baby.”
“I don’t know how to do that anymore.”
I smile. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”
She takes the vibrator, flicks it on, and it whirs to life. Her eyes widen, then I see it, the same look she gets when she nails a difficult jump. Like she’s thrilled to be conquering something.
