A/N: This fic contains potentially triggering subject matter including but not limited to: suicidal references, gun violence, sexual trauma, homelessness, drug abuse, depression, homophobia, and cancer. It may contain inaccuracies. No copyright infringement intended. Thanks for reading!
BOOK ONE - PART TWO - CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
"Sam!" Cat gasped, looking down. "What are you doing?"
"Just making sure you got all the gravy," Sam responded jokingly, parting Cat's thighs and making her widen her stance a little.
Cat giggled, and it turned into a desperate moan. "I thought we were done."
Sam pulled back slightly, then looked up and met her eyes. "Do you want to be done?"
"No," Cat immediately replied. "But if we're gonna do this, can we please go to the bed? It's more comfortable there."
Sam shrugged. "I guess so." She stood up, and the two of them shut off the water and exited the shower. They quickly dried themselves off and made their way back out to the bedroom where a large king bed was waiting.
Cat crawled on first, then motioned for Sam to join her. She laid down and leaned back on her back with her legs spread wide, challenging her with her eyes.
Sam hummed excitedly and moved her mouth to where Cat wanted her most. She held her thighs obscenely far apart, her legs up in the air as she attacked her clit with her tongue.
Cat had to admit that this was considerably better than being propped up and covered in gravy. She ground her hips up against Sam's mouth. A minute passed, and finally Cat couldn't help herself anymore. "Sam?"
"Mmmm?" Sam's eyes flicked up and locked onto hers, but she didn't stop what she was doing.
"Oh, God." Cat took a deep breath and collected her thoughts. "I was just wondering if… can you maybe use your fingers this time too? Inside? Please just start with one."
Sam moaned excitedly. She brought her hand up and positioned her fingers outside Cat's entrance. "Just tell me if it's too much," she instructed. Then she swirled her tongue around her clit as she slowly slipped her first finger inside. Once it was all the way in, she pulled back slightly and asked, "Doing okay?"
"More, please," Cat whined in desperation.
Sam withdrew her finger, and this time she slipped both her index and her middle finger in at once. Cat was extremely tight and had already reached her limit in terms of size, but her wetness helped. Sam began slowly pumping her fingers in and out while she continued to use her mouth. "Good?" she asked without stopping. She reached up and cupped Cat's breast with her free hand.
"Oh, my God." Cat rocked her hips in time with Sam's slow thrusts. She placed one hand on the back of her head. "Unhh, faster please…"
Sam sped up both her mouth and her fingers. A couple of minutes passed, and Sam paused just long enough to say, "Pull my hair."
Cat grabbed a chunk of blonde hair and gave it a tug.
"Harder."
Cat pulled harder, making Sam moan, which Cat echoed. Her lower body began to tremble, and she whispered, "I'm getting close again."
"Fuck; I want it," Sam breathed excitedly, giving her another lick, "I want your come so bad, Cat."
"Don't stop." Cat lifted her hips off the bed, seeking pressure. Suddenly, she cried out and her body shook as she clamped down repeatedly on Sam's fingers.
Sam didn't stop until she was sure Cat was finished. Then she withdrew her fingers and urgently crawled up to straddle her thigh, like before. It was clear that she was right on the edge.
But Cat reached out and grabbed her hips, pushing her away. "Wait, don't."
Sam hissed with discomfort at being cut off at the last second. "Why?!"
Cat smiled and said, "Get off me. I wanna try something."
But Sam looked upset. She backed up and slid off the bed.
"What are you doing?" Cat was confused. "I didn't mean—"
"Y'know what? Let's just… not." Sam went into the bathroom and shut the door, leaving Cat there alone, hurt and bewildered.
It didn't make any sense. All Cat had done was stop Sam from orgasming—Sam had done it multiple times to her. It wasn't like she was never going to let her finish. She was just trying to get her back for all the teasing. She went to the bathroom door and knocked softly. "Sam?"
"I'm sorry." Sam's voice was thick with emotion.
Cat sighed. "Sam, I… I don't understand. Why are you so upset? Is it just 'cause I stopped you from coming?"
"Look, if it really bothered you so much, you should've told me not to do it again." Sam sniffled. "I know you wish I'd just let you touch me like a normal person, but doing it that way is the only way I feel comfortable orgasming with you. I thought you understood that."
"What? No, Sam…" Cat sighed and leaned her forehead against the door. "I don't have a problem with what you were gonna do. I was just teasing you, like you did with me all those times. I promise, the way you do it doesn't bother me. I think it's really sexy."
Sam mumbled something, and "fucking embarrassing" was all Cat was able to make out.
"Please don't be embarrassed. There's seriously nothing wrong with it," Cat insisted. She waited a moment, and then said, "Please open the door?"
Sam opened the door, but then stood there and didn't say anything.
Cat took her hand and led her back to the bed. "Come on. Lay down on your back."
Sam looked a bit apprehensive at that, but obediently crawled into place and laid down as instructed. "What are we doing?"
Cat straddled Sam's thigh, placing her own leg in between hers and giving a small rock of her hips. Sam looked nervous and was clutching Cat's sides, so she leaned down and kissed her. "Is this okay? If I promise not to touch you with my hands?"
"Yeah. Just—yeah." Sam kissed her again. "I've never done this before." Every other time, she had been the one on top, in control—out of all the women she'd been with, no one had ever intentionally tried to please her before. It was slightly terrifying.
Cat pressed her thigh between Sam's legs, making her inhale sharply. "Neither have I," Cat replied with a playful smile. "You don't have to be scared, though. You can trust me."
"I know." Sam pulled Cat down to her lips. They moved their bodies together while they kissed, grinding and moaning against each other's mouths. Within only a couple of minutes, Cat could feel Sam trembling again. She kissed her neck and whispered, "Are you close?" She was definitely not going to stop her this time.
"Yeah." Sam was gripping Cat's arms hard, clearly a bit anxious, but not anxious enough to stop. She tipped her head back and Cat kissed down her throat, from her chin to her collarbone. "Feels so fucking good," Sam breathed shakily. Her peak was rapidly approaching. She reached down and gripped Cat's hips, pulling her down and grinding into her. A few seconds passed, and then Sam's body went rigid. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream as the feeling ripped through her.
"Mmmm, that's it, Sam. Just like that," Cat murmured, rocking her hips to press her thigh harder between Sam's legs. She held her while she shook, giving her soft kisses on the side of her neck.
Finally, Sam's body went slack. Her eyes stayed closed as she caught her breath and wrapped Cat up in her arms, holding her tightly. "Thank you," she whispered to her. "Fuck, you have no idea how long I've waited…"
Sam was sniffling, and Cat could tell she was crying even though her head was resting on her shoulder and she couldn't see her. "So… is crying after sex gonna become a regular thing now?" Cat teased lightly.
"No," Sam chuckled. Then, after a long pause, she admitted, "I'm scared this'll never happen again."
Cat lifted her head up and kissed her. "It will. I refuse to let anyone take you away from me again."
"I believe you," Sam murmured, and then Cat was crying, too. They held each other while they still could, and the rest of the world felt very far away.