The Spare Girl [M/F/F]

Chapter 45

The slide was smooth, much so, that his c**k left a slippery trail of precum on her chest. His quick thrusts were matriculate. I’d expected him to be in a rush by the way his c**k looked, but Nate was all cool. He was poised, ready to take on anything Amelia might throw his way. She had the ability to work her body in ways that was hard for me to resist. I’m sure it would be harder for him since she was the one he’d married. They knew each others bodies well. 

With her mouth still open, Amelia leaned down, reaching her tongue out to touch the tip of his d**k.

Nate forced her head back by pressing his hand on her forehead. “No.”

What I heard next, blew my mind. It was a small whine that came from the back of Amelia’s throat. She pouted up at him.

He made it obvious he was ignoring her. He looked over at me, his eyes narrowing at my stone-like posture. I hadn’t found the ability to ease my body or my rumbling mind. I was still scared that this was a strange dream that I was going to wake up from if I wasn’t too careful. Disturbing them was the last thing I wanted to do right now. It didn’t matter that my first choice should be to get the hell out of here. It was so wrong to even think about wanting to be between them, but I was trying to work my way past that. I was doing well as of now.

“Come closer,” he ordered. 

I moved forward, crawling on my hands on knees. They were only a few feet away from me now. If I was confident—if I had the guts to take the risk—I could have reached out and touched them both. That wasn’t me though. That was something Amelia would do just to see how the other party would react. But Amelia was the one being broken in by Nate while I watched on the sidelines. Something about that made me want to see Amelia broken down into pieces. I wanted her to be just a body for pleasure, aching to be taken and not know where she was. I wanted to see her f****d out expression and hear her moan like she could take it anymore.

Her submission made me wonder what it would feel like to be in the reversed roles. I could see myself being Nate while she was on her knees for me. 

Now that I was closer, I could see things that I hadn’t been able to see before. Things like the birthmark just under Amelia’s right breast and the light dusting of hair that sat on the top of Nate’s thighs. I locked my lips. Though he blood rushing through me was now charged with a fiery lust, I wanted to bask in the beauty that was before me. I hadn’t ever taken the time to appreciate the human form. In some ways, I thought it strange that Greeks and Romans had been so open with their bodies. Art was always appreciated when it drew eyes to the nakedness, innocence, and the vulnerability. I only knew now what had mesmerized them so much.

Nate placed his hand on the back of Amelia’s head once more. With his other hand, he grabbed his c**k by the base and worked the tip around Amelia’s relaxed face. She chased the bright and wet tip with her tongue, but each time she was about to taste it, Nate pulled it away. 

His eyes flickered back to me. For a moment, I wished he would forget me. I wanted to be the fly on the wall and watch them as if I wasn’t there at all. A phantom peeking in on their life. 

“Strip.” There was something in the way he commanded things that didn’t piss me off.

I hesitated which was most definitely the wrong things to do. Nate narrowed his eyes and a grim look crossed his face. He tightened his hand on Amelia’s head. She let out a small moan as the once more tried to get his d**k in her mouth. 

“Now, Julie.”

My hands worked on their own as I tried to keep them from shaking. I kept my eyes locked on his. I was afraid. There was no reason to lie about that, but I wanted to be as strong as I could when I had no power. He might not see me as anything more than a thing to get off to, but I was going to prove to him that I was much more than that. 

I might not know what I want, but I knew damn sure what I didn’t want.

I stripped from my shirt and pants, kicking my shoes off in one motion. 

As expected, I was soaking wet. I briefly closed my eyes as I felt the cold air of the room hit my p***y. I shuddered at the thought of them seeing me like this. When I opened my eyes, Amelia had turned her head slightly to get a look at me. 

Nate jerked her head back and slapped his d**k on her cheek. “Sluts don’t get to watch.”

I didn’t know they were into that. 

“All of it, Julie. I want you naked.”

It almost didn’t feel like it was me as I stripped from my bra and underwear. The slide of the material down my legs and off my feet was numbing. It felt good and terrifying at the same time, a feeling that I didn’t know how to deal with. But I’d been through this time and time again. How many times was I going to second guess myself and not enjoy what was happening around me?

Something about all of this wasn’t entirely settling with me. 

The brush of my own hands on my side were enough to send me hurdling into the darkness of forbidden lust. I didn’t want to sound like I was straight out of a romance novel, but it was hard to describe the strange feelings when all I had to rely on were cliche sayings that most made fun of these days. 

The pile by my side of my underwear, looked weird on the floor. I felt weird sitting there with nothing on. A deep blush rose from my chest to the tips of my ears. My heart hammered in my chest. Each shaking breath I took pushed me closer to hyperventilating. I tried to calm myself down though it seemed to be in vain. 

I closed my eyes once more. 

This wasn’t me. This was for them. They wanted me and it didn’t matter how I felt about my body or not. Just go with it. 

Those repeating words in my head only made me feel slightly better about the situation.