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Sawyer’s cheeks pinkened, and she swallowed. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She tutted with a shake of her head. “I think not, darling. I believe you owe me your jeans next.”
“Of course. Anything,” Coy murmured, her pulse picking up as she slid off Sawyer. She danced a few feet away, turning so that her back faced Sawyer, and slowly shimmied out of her faded denims.
“Underwear too,” Sawyer croaked, and it occurred to Coy then that Sawyer probably hadn’t thought she’d actually do it. Strip down naked in the middle of her kitchen at nine thirty at night. If there was a chance Sloane would walk in, perhaps she wouldn’t have, but Coy knew her sister worked late.
She smiled, slipping off her boxers and socks before turning to face Sawyer once more. The heat in her gaze as she soaked Coy in from head to toe was like a volcano burning Coy from the inside out. She was hot, perpetually aroused, and for once, she wished she could see herself through Sawyer’s eyes. Was she pleasing to look at? Did she live up to Sawyer’s expectations? And thenanother thought occurred to her. Was this how Sawyer felt when Coy had soaked her up like the sunshine after a rain?
“Touch yourself,mon amour,” Sawyer instructed, unbuttoning a few buttons on her own shirt. She fanned the collar like the temperature in the room increased. “Show me how to pleasure myself.”
It was interesting how Sawyer worded that particular sentence, but who was Coy to complain? She pulled a chair over, placing it directly in front of Sawyer and took a seat. “Well,” she began, spreading her thighs and giving Sawyer an unobstructed view of her pussy, “you could start like this.” Coy cupped her breasts, massaging their fullness before rolling her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. She tweaked the firm peaks, enjoying the delicious ripple down her spine. Then her hand moved lower, down her stomach toward her dripping pussy. She kept her eyes on Sawyer, watching the gleam in her gaze darken inch by inch, the way she squirmed in her seat as Coy slowly fucked herself into a frenzy. Her fingers dipped in and out of her pussy, pausing to tease her clit before sliding back in again.
“Fuck, Sawyer. The way you’re looking at me …” Coy’s breath hitched, quickening her fingers. There was something so erotic about Sawyer sitting there fully clothed and watching her. Her gaze was hooded, completely transfixed on the scene before her, and it only helped to further excite Coy.
“Look what you do to me,” she groaned, scraping her blunt nails up her thigh, over her abdomen, to squeeze her breast. Her thumb strummed steadily against her clit as she tugged her nipple, and soon, her back was arching off the chair and tidal waves of pleasure vibrated through her as her orgasm crested.
“Calisse, darling. Now I know what you meant before. Watching you turned me on more than ever,” Sawyer said, watching with blatant interest as Coy pulled her glisteningfingers out. The tip of her tongue darted out to moisten her lips, and she lowered her voice. “I want to taste you.”
“Yeah?” Coy looked on in amazement, half expecting Sawyer to drop to her knees, and gasped when she grabbed Coy’s wrist and closed her mouth over her fingers.Sweet mother of—
“Now,” Sawyer said, running her tongue along Coy’s fingers one last time, “go get ready for me.”
Coy broke out in a grin and she jumped up. “Yes, my goddess.”
As she was darting to her bedroom, she heard Sawyer’s muffled laughter. “There will be none of that either.”
Chapter 37
Sawyer
I can’t believe thatjust 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, thatline… Sawyer bit her lip, shaking her head. There was no time for reflection. She’d promised to ride McCoy until she came. Andcome 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?”