The Spare Girl [M/F/F]

Chapter 34

“That’s it,” she practically purrs against my thigh. Her breasts push against my knee. She kisses up my thigh, pushing my hand back and forth inside me. “You look so good right now. I want Nate to bend you over and f**k you so hard that you won’t be able to walk for the next week.”

A soft moan falls from my lips as my eyes finally slide close. 

She snaps her fingers in front of my face. I open my eyes and stare at her, barely there after experiencing the intense pleasure of my fingers buried deep inside me.

“Eyes on me.” I twist in her grip, one hand tightening on her shoulder and the other one thrusting into my stretched hold. She glares down at the moving hand and grabs it with a tight grip. She jolts it inside me and I make a high pitched keen that sounds nothing like me at all. 

I’m shocked at how rough she is and how easy it is for her to get the upper hand. I don’t try to stop her when she pulls my fingers out, moving them until they’re on top of my sensitive c**t. 

“Do it,” she said, “do it until you cum.”

I pant as our eyes lock. She pushes my hand, pushing against my c**t. 

One look is enough to push me over the edge. I rub my fingers over and over my c**t, our eyes locked for what seems like forever. But I know that it hasn’t been more than a few minutes. 

“Shit.” I gasp out as I fall forward. She wraps her arms around me, steadying my swaying figure. My fingers don’t stop as I ride out my orgasm, shaking to the core at how much I came when we hadn’t done that much.

She hadn’t done that much. It had me scared for what my body would go through if she and Nate had their way with me. I think I might die if that ever happened.

My hand slipped from between my thighs. I sagged against the counter of the sink. My eyes dipped slow, almost closing. I jumped as a hand brushed my cheek. I looked up and Amelia stared back at me. 

A small smile pulled at the side of her mouth. 

“I can see you’re thinking about this too hard.” She tucked a fallen strand of hair behind my ear. I shivered as her fingers brushed the back of my ear. 

She leaned in slightly. “Don’t.”

The hushed whisper held so much weight that it was finally the thing that took my legs out. I fell against her as if I’d been pushed. My limbs, arms and legs, were heavy like they were attached to weights. All I wanted right now was the curl up in a bed with my body wrapped around hers. I didn’t want to think about wrong this was or how I should be out there working and not getting off with my boss. 

“All you need to think about right now is me and Nate. In our bed, with us.”

I let out a whimper as she carded her hand through my hair, massaging my scalp from the top of my head and down to my nape. She pulled on the thick strands and I gasped as a sharp jolt of pain went threw me. 

She kissed my parted lips, crushing them against me like she hadn’t been touched in years. My body reacted to her, pushing forward to get more of her warmth. I wish she could give me more. I wanted her all around me, in me, inside my head. It was confusing, yet so simple at the same time. 

When she pulled back, her eyes were dark and her pupils were enlarged. 

“This is an opportunity, Julie. Don’t miss out on it.” Her hands fall to my hips and squeeze lightly. They fall away, drifting when I want them to stay there forever.

Then, she left. 

The door closed softly behind her and I stared at it as if I was waiting for her to come back. 

She'd planned this. I didn't know if Nate was in on her plan, but there was no way that he didn't know that something was up. This was the start of her war tactics. She was getting me hooked on her. Her touch, her scent, and the way she tasted. Her lips and her mouth were swirling around in my head, making it hard to think about anything else. 

When she came to me today, she'd already made up her mind that she wanted me. But this black ball of doubt weighed down in my chest. I hated that feeling, yet I couldn't do anything to get rid of it. Enduring it now was the after effects of what she'd done to me. In the middle of the passion, aching to be f****d or touched, it didn't matter, the feeling was gone. But now that I was alone, the dark thoughts plagued me.

I straightened out my clothes and hair as best as I could. 

As I looked in the mirror, taking in my flushed cheeks, swollen and red lips, it was obvious what had been done to me. I was completely debauched. Filthy. Used like a c*m w***e and then thrown away.

My fingers traced my jaw, touched the places where she'd touched me, all the way down to my thighs and around my p***y. Her lingering touch made me throb though I was swore from already coming. 

I bit my lip as I thought about doing it again. There was a way. If I wanted to give my body away and wanted to throw away all self respect. 

Amelia had done what she'd set out to do. She'd caught me on her hook and now I was being reeled in.