Page 65 of Blush Crush

Her sigh sounds through the phone. “Promise you won’t tease me.”

“Judgment-free zone. Just tell me. Whatever it is, I won’t make it weird.”

“I was trying out something and it wasn’t really working and I don’t know if it’s a me thing or?—”

“Back it up,” I cut in. “What were you trying?”

“Um—it was um…”

“Ariana.” I keep my voice even. “You can trust me. I’m not going to make fun of you. Pinky swear.”

She lets out a long breath as if she’s gathering the courage to continue.

“Remember that…um…toy you gave me?”

That gets my attention and I sit up a little straighter. “Yes,” I say carefully, not wanting to discourage wherever this is going.

“Well, I was trying it. Sort of. And I just think maybe this whole masturbation thing isn’t for me. It’s just not working.”

I can’t help but silently laugh at the way she whispers the wordmasturbationeven though she’s alone in her apartment.

Likely in bed. Probably wearing some soft, comfortable thing that isn’t meant to look anything other than cozy—but I’d bet good money it looks incredible on her anyway. Everything does.

I’ve never met a woman so completely unaware of how stunning she is.

I clear my throat. “What do you mean it’s not working? Does it need charging or is it broken?”

“No,” she blurts. “It works.”

She must hold it up near the phone because I hear a distinct buzzing sound and my cock hardens instantly at the thought of her lying in bed with it between those thick, luscious thighs.

I clear my throat. “So what seems to be the issue?”

“I just—what am I supposed to do? Do I just lie here and think about something? Do I watch something? I’ve never done this before and I’m pretty sure I’m already failing at it.”

I like to think I have a decent amount of self-control. But the urge to race across town and show this woman she’s not failing at anything is almost too strong to resist. Instead I swallow roughly. “You’re not failing.”

“Well then what am I doing wrong? Everyone seems to do this except me and?—”

“Forget the toy,” I tell her, cutting off the spiral before it gains momentum. “Put it away and lie back and relax.”

“But—”

“You’re going to use your fingers and you’re going to pretend they’re mine.”

I hear the rustling of fabric and my mind drops beyond the gutter.

I have no idea what I’m doing. The smart thing would be to tell her goodnight. The decent thing would be to end this here. Unfortunately I’m neither smart nor decent when my cock is at half-mast and Ariana is trying to orgasm.

“You trust me?” I ask, a thick knot lodged in my throat.

“Yes.” She says it on a breath. “I don’t know why, but I do.”

“Good. I want you to do everything I tell you for the next few minutes. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” she repeats.

“Good girl. Now tell me—are you wet?”