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Chapter 37

Sawyer

I can’t believe that just happened. Tabarnak , who am I right now ? Sawyer licked her lips. The remnants of McCoy’s arousal coated her tongue, the unusual yet so familiar mix of sweet and salty musk seeping into her taste buds and dousing her pores. It was sinful. Unholy. Exquisite. A revelation.

Watching McCoy tease and tempt her confirmed the last of Sawyer’s doubts. I’m not attracted to cis men. I never have been. But it went one step further than that for Sawyer. The attraction she’d felt for women in the past was nothing compared to what she felt for McCoy.

You hold all the power here.

That line had completely done her in. Crumpled her defenses and amplified her ego and need for control. Ugh, that line … Sawyer bit her lip, shaking her head. There was no time for reflection. She’d promised to ride McCoy until she came. And come hell or high water, she planned to do exactly that. A dildo couldn’t be that different from the real thing, right? And she wouldn’t have to put it in her mouth … unless that was something queer people did?

I’ll have to ask Cin about that, too, Sawyer thought, crossing the apartment to McCoy’s bedroom.

You hold all the power here.

Sawyer smiled. Why yes, yes she did.

McCoy was waiting for her when she entered the bedroom, her back propped up against the headboard, and her hands relaxed behind her head. Straps adorned her hips to hold the harness in place, and in the center, there was an average-sized, indigo-blue dildo standing proud over McCoy’s sex.

Sawyer’s mouth opened in wonder. That was not what she’d envisioned at all. Her stomach fluttered, and she couldn’t stop staring at McCoy as she began to undress.

“I take it by the way you just tore those buttons that this is what you want, hmm?” McCoy murmured with a lazy smile.

The question felt rhetorical, considering Sawyer now ripped at her clothes like there was a gun to her head. Her bra went flying, she didn’t care where, as she was already reaching for her thong. Goosebumps broke out over her flesh at the sound of McCoy’s soft laughter. “I would have preferred the thong hit me in the face, but beggars can’t be choosy.”

“Sorry,” Sawyer offered, snatching the underwear off the floor. A bubble of laughter spilt out, and as she closed the distance between them, she dangled the thong around her finger. McCoy tracked her every move, her green gaze alight with the smoldering fire she got when she was aroused. Knowing she was the cause of such passion was empowering. Sawyer felt sexy, comfortable in her own skin. All of her skin, even the fragments left gnarled after the accident.

“Is this better, Chérie ?” she crooned, trailing her thong upward on McCoy’s naked torso. It tickled her throat and chin, and Sawyer relished McCoy’s soft gasp.

“So much, sweetheart.” McCoy’s eyes fluttered shut, and she buried her nose and lips against the damp material. “Fuck. I’d happily suffocate in your smell.”

“Oh, oui ?”

McCoy didn’t appear at all turned off by the idea. Sawyer wanted to sigh in relief. Perhaps Cindy had been right all those years ago—Olivier was the problem, never her. Sawyer snatched the material away, her heart hammering as she climbed onto the large bed to straddle McCoy. It was the first time they were both completely skin-on-skin, and she took a moment to revel in the contact. McCoy didn’t move to touch her, which both frustrated and turned her on more. She was so aroused she was certain McCoy could feel her slickness against her stomach.

“ Touche-moi, Chérie . Put your hands on me,” Sawyer instructed, flexing her thighs against McCoy. She palmed McCoy’s breasts, moaning when McCoy reached up and cupped hers as well. They held eye contact, toying with the other’s sensitive nipples and Sawyer grinding her sex into Coy. The hardness of the dildo rubbed into her back until she couldn’t take it anymore.

“McCoy,” Sawyer gritted, reaching behind to grasp the silicone in her hand.

“Lift up, sweetheart. Let me help.” McCoy kissed her, teasing her tongue along Sawyer’s lips. Sawyer responded, whimpering when their tongues met in the middle. As their mouths fused together, Sawyer raised up and, with McCoy’s help, positioned herself until the tip of the dildo pressed against her core. McCoy was guiding her hips, clearly trying to slow her descent, but Sawyer was having none of that.

“ Calisse ,” she ground out as she sank down on the dildo. The fullness was somewhat familiar, but the punch of arousal that hit her with having McCoy inside her was entirely new. Sawyer sucked in a breath and reached for the younger woman, her hands trembling ever so slightly. “You feel so good.”

“So do you, believe me.” Coy hands began exploring Sawyer’s body once again. Sawyer slowly moved her pelvis, clutching Coy’s shoulder with one hand. She circled McCoy’s throat with the other, noting the small gasp of pleasure that escaped her lover.

“You like that,” Sawyer said, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth when McCoy squeezed her ass.

“Yes.”

McCoy squeaked when Sawyer’s grip tightened a fraction. She bent her head down, closing her lips around Sawyer’s nipple.

“Yes, ugh, just like that.” Sawyer’s head lolled back as McCoy swirled her tongue over her nipples, one and then the other, flicking the taut bud up and down before sucking it into her mouth. Sawyer’s eyes slammed shut, and she rocked her pelvis, getting utterly lost in pleasure. “Just like that, Chérie. Donne-leur un French kiss.”

“Fuck, I love it when you speak French,” McCoy gushed, reining Sawyer’s focus in again. As she toyed with Sawyer’s breast, McCoy lifted her lust-filled gaze to hers. Her cheeks were rosy, and perspiration dotted her hairline.

Sawyer opened her mouth to reply, but it was getting harder to focus on anything but her mounting euphoria. There was a fullness building low in her belly, pressing in on her walls with each thrust. Still, it wasn’t enough. Sinking her hand into McCoy’s hair, she held her in place and licked the sweat off her temple. “McCoy, I … more .”

McCoy kissed her hard, panting. “I gotchu, sweetheart.” And then Sawyer felt McCoy’s calf pressing against her ass as she crossed her ankle over her knee on the bed. The support tightened their position, causing more friction on her clit as she rode McCoy. She quickened the pace, groaning each time the dildo hit a certain pleasure spot. She gripped McCoy’s hair as she continued to tease and suck Sawyer’s nipples.

“Oh my God. Oh fuck, yes!” Sawyer cried out, throwing her head back in ecstasy as she orgasmed. Lights danced in her eyes. Her pulse was erratic, everywhere all at once. The sensation of McCoy’s attention on her breasts became too much, and she pressed her palm to the other woman’s forehead. “That’s enough,” she croaked, sliding off McCoy. Her cheeks flushed when she saw the mess she’d made. Had she peed?

“That was incredible,” McCoy marveled, gazing at Sawyer in complete awe. “You’re incredible. My new favorite thing is watching you come.”

“Can you not crack jokes right now?” Sawyer snapped, still trying to catch her breath. She couldn’t stop staring at the wetness coating McCoy’s thighs and the sheets. “That’s never happened before. I didn’t even feel the urge to …” She couldn’t bring herself to say it. Her voice was so thick with emotion that it hurt to talk.

McCoy followed her gaze, and after a long moment, her eyes widened in understanding. “Oh. No, no, sweetheart, that’s not pee. That’s… You squirted. Perfectly normal. See?”

Before Sawyer could process it, McCoy was whipping off the harness and closing her lips around the dildo, sucking it clean and looking like she’d done it several times before. A cross between a laugh and a sob left Sawyer. Well, that answers one question. She flopped backwards onto the mattress just as another sob escaped. The lights turned off, and then McCoy was behind her, pulling her into her arms. “I love the way you taste. You’re so sexy, Sawyer, and I’m the luckiest queer in the world right now.”

Sawyer closed her eyes as McCoy pressed light kisses along her shoulder and behind her ear. She sighed, relaxing into the younger woman’s affections. Their limbs entwined felt intimate but inherently right at the same time. As the days went on, it became harder and harder to consider a future without McCoy in it. But wasn’t that just the lust talking?

“Will you come to Tess and Abi’s engagement party as my date?” McCoy asked softly, her hand drawing slow circles over Sawyer’s hip. Another kiss to her shoulder.

“Depends. When is it?” The thought of meeting McCoy’s friends gave her the same feeling she got when she’d taken Bree on that rollercoaster ride years ago. Her stomach lurched.

“I actually have no idea,” McCoy laughed. “Tess hasn’t popped the question yet. According to her sister Tauni, she was supposed to yesterday but chickened out. I just meant, whenever the time comes, will you? So long as it doesn’t interfere with the restaurant.”

Sawyer felt herself relaxing again; McCoy’s consideration of others had to be one of her most attractive qualities. “I don’t see why not, so long as our schedules align.”

“Amazing. Thank you.” McCoy rolled Sawyer over so that they were facing each other and gave her a long kiss. “They’re gonna love you.”

“Really,” Sawyer deadpanned.

McCoy smiled wide enough to show off both dimples, and Sawyer’s breath caught in her throat. The same dimples that made her blood thrash in frustration and annoyance months ago now made her pulse quicken and her heart melt into a gooey pile. Strange how that happened without her noticing.

“Well,” McCoy whispered, lowering her lips to Sawyer’s again. Their eyes met, and a shaky breath left McCoy. “Maybe not like how I love you. Or like how you love me.”

Sawyer’s mouth went dry. “How … I never said—”

McCoy cupped Sawyer’s face, her gaze never wavering. “I might not know a lot of French, but I do know “ mon amour ” means my love.”

Merde . Who knew rambling in the heat of passion would come back to bite her in the ass?