The Spare Girl [M/F/F]

Chapter 32

Her bruising kiss made my toes curl. I grabbed her by the arms and tried to push her away. My thoughts turned to slush the further she pushed into me. She was all over my body. If I didn’t get her off me right now, I knew that it would end with me under her. But I struggled to find a reason why that would be a problem. I’d been fighting this for so long that I was forgetting why. It was hard to resist her soft and rough touch at the same time. It satisfied the itch inside of me. 

A shiver runs down my spine. My hands tighten. I don’t know if I want to pull her closer or push her away. I turn my head. Her lips hover over my neck. My heart is pounding so hard that it hurts in my chest. 

“Tell me to stop,” she said. Her voice carries more weight than I could have ever imagined. But, to be frank, I never thought we would end up in this situation. 

We were two sides of a coin. She was a seductress. All her cards were dealt with her body and her ability to render anyone into a puddle of feelings. She could play me like a fiddle, toss me aside, and there would be nothing I could do. I was the complete opposite of her. It was why I found it so hard to believe that Nate could want me when he had Amelia. Wasn’t she enough?

It was something I couldn’t understand about them. Was it just a power game they liked to play? Perhaps Amelia wasn’t as submissive as Nate needed her to be and Amelia wanted to play the dominant for once.

The words are caught in my throat. She pulls back from me. Her eyes stare deep into mine until I’m squirming to get away from her gaze.

The moment is slipping away. Her kiss doesn’t mean anything and if I push her away now, tell her no like she told me to, then I know I would go back to serving those dining and pretend nothing had happened.

But I can’t say no. She’s got me tied down and I hadn’t even noticed.

“Kiss me,” I gasp out. 

Her eyes narrow. A blazing heat in her look makes my p***y throb. She takes the bait. 

She crushes her lips against mine. Her tongue swipes across my bottom lip, almost prying my mouth open to slip inside. I part my lips with a soft moan, legs quaking as I let go of her arm to press my hand to my crotch. The ache is so painful that I want to f**k my fingers right into my hole. I thrust my hips. The mindless gesture catches her attention.

She pulls away from the deep kiss. I chase after her lips, gasping for breath. I’m light headed as she looks down at my body. She’s looking right at my hand pressed to my crotch. 

With my cheeks ablaze, I slowly pull my hand away. 

She grabs my wrist. I meet her eyes.

“Open your pants.”

That look in her eyes is the same one Nate gets. They’re closer than I knew. They’re more like each other than they seemed at first.

At first, I can only look at her. Something strikes through me, like a lightning bolt. My chest hurts and my body feels weak. It’s the way she’s floored me that I can’t possibly seem to run away from. Her commands should be easy enough to resist, but just like Nate, she’s drawing me to her like a moth to a flame. 

Where there used to be disgust there is just lust. A yearn for her body that I can’t explain and I don’t want to at the moment.

My hands shake as I unbutton the top of my pants. The zipper glides down. The sound echoes in the small bathroom. The top of my black underwear peak from the opening. 

Before I can ask what next, she gets on her knees. 

My eyes widen and I grab her by the shoulders. My pants fall further down my ass, revealing the mound of my privates. The blush deepens on my face, spreading to the tips of my ears and my chest. I bite my lip as a rush of pleasure sours down to my cunt. A gush of juices answers the big elephant in the room. I want this more than I’ll ever admit.

“What are—”

Her head snaps up. “Pull them down. Now.”

I rush to pull my pants down. They pool at my ankles. My underwear are on full display. 

I squeeze my eyes close.

This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening.

A soft touch against my thigh brings me back from my denying thoughts. The touch trails up to the edge of my underwear. Amelia’s fingers slip beneath the thin material. She plays with the hem.

“Look at me.”

I peel my eyes open. The weighted second comes to a screeching halt when I look at her face. Her lips are pressed into a hard line and her eyes are narrowed at me. I want to reach out a sooth the rigid lines on her beautiful face. She shouldn’t be looking like that. Like someone had forced a jagged knife through her back and heart.

She licks her lips. It’s a calculated move. And it works on me. My c**t throbs as my eyes fall on the pink of her tongue. I imagine it flicking over me, teasing the opening of my cunt and her hot mouth sucking my c**t until I was screaming for her to stop.

“Pull them down,” she says, her hands digging into my hips. She pulls me closer. I gasp as she leans forward and licks above the top of my underwear. “I want to see you.”

I bite my lip. My hands hover over the band.

Her fingers tighten. The slight pain makes me bite my lip harder.

Then, I obey her command, and pull my underwear down.