The Spare Girl [M/F/F]

Chapter 44

I did as I was told. With my legs crossed, I sat on the floor before them. I couldn’t get the lump in my throat to go down or the pulsing in my p***y to go away either. I dripped in my underwear, seeping through the thin material. Crossing my legs brought air to my crotch and made it more worse with the feeling of spreading my thighs. 

Nate placed his hand on the top of Amelia's head. She looked up at him, her eyes shining. I'd never seen her look like that before. She'd always been hard-pressed or serious when we were at work. She had this air about her that made it seem like no one could touch her. Nate was like that too. They were both in the same when it came to them outside knowing them personally. If I hadn't been alone with them before I knew what kind of people they were in the professional world, I wouldn't have been able to believe that they were the same people. 

Amelia was the boss. She got things done in a timely manner and she never made any of the employees feel small. She liked to help people and even though I hadn't worked with her except for a couple of days, I knew that she was probably a good person.

But I'd seen the other side of her. The wild one where no one stood a chance against her. She was the brat that threw a fit until she got one. Nate fit in the palm of her hand, giving her what she wanted, though he made it seem like it was something that he'd been planning to give to her in the first place. I pressed down the smile that pulled at the corner of my mouth.

They were lovely together. It was hard to think that I could come between this powerful couple. Sometimes, like now, it felt wrong to even imagine there could be a third person in this relationship. If I was here, who was I replacing?

Was it Amelia? The seductress and brat who was also a total boss on the outside?

Or was it Nate? The man who was all control and called the shots?

There was no place for me. I was neither of those things. 

It was a harsh thought. One I wasn't too unfamiliar with. This type of loneliness had been following me around for years, but it felt like it had grown stronger. Each aching second of this year and the past few months have turned me into a stranger. I couldn't find myself.

But when I gazed upon their bodies, the joy they shared between the two of them, I found a missing part of me. I hadn't known that I'd been missing it or that it had ever been there before. This need to connect with someone on a higher level was so foreign, I hadn't known it had existed.

Nate grabbed onto Amelia's dark hair and yanked her head back. She parted her lips and stuck out her tongue. She let out a filthy moan that sent chills down to my aching cunt. I clenched my hand by my thigh, trying as hard as I could to stop myself from reaching down to my p***y and rubbing a quick one out. 

This was no longer about my pleasure. This was about servicing their needs. I was nothing but a toy for them to use to get off.

That shouldn't have made my p***y ache more. My engorged c**t felt like it would burst if I didn't get my hand on it. I worked my hips in a slow circle, relieving some of the pain and ache, but it made it worse when I could find the pleasure that I wanted. It was nothing like when Melanie had gone down on me, flicking her tongue and sucking my c**t into her mouth, or when Amelia had pushed me against the side of the car and kissed me hard. I needed someone else to touch me for my hands were not enough. 

Nate touched the tip of his finger to Amelia’s heaving chest. He gazed down at her breasts and slowly slid his finger into the crevice of her t**s. He forced his hand into her bra and grabbed her left breast. She moaned as he kneaded it. I could see his finger working over her n****e. He played with it for a couple of seconds before he pulled his hand away.

He jerked her head to get her attention. A whimper fell from her lips, but she was already gazing up at him. 

“Take it off,” he ordered. 

She worked quickly to unclasp it. The bra fell to the floor. Her t**s spilled out from the cups and jiggled against her firm chest. Her n*****s pointed out, hard little nubs that were dark in color, but reddened from being played with. 

“Good.” He smiled. “Get them ready for me.”

My thighs ached as I tried to keep still. Time was frozen as I watched them play out whatever they were doing. I was afraid to say anything or move, as if one wrong sound would break them out of the trance they were in. It was almost like watching a movie when they were together, so forgotten in themselves that the outside world didn’t exist. 

Amelia grabbed her t**s. She gazed up at Nate, her cheeks flushed, but her body still as stone. She pressed them together, lifting them up, and waited for him. 

Nate let go of her hair. I could see that she sagged down a little as his hold fell away. She was tense as his hands went down to his pants and unbuttoned them. 

My mouth went dry as Nate pulled out his hard c**k. It was flushed at the tip and already leaking precum. A dribble oozed from the tip. He rubbed his thumb over it.

“Open your mouth.” 

Amelia’s jaw dropped and her tongue slipped out. Nate pressed the pad of his thumb to the middle of her tongue. He wiped the precum off. 

“Hold it there.”

She tried to say something with her mouth open, but it sounded like nothing at all. Nate slapped her cheek lightly.

“No talking.”

Then, he pressed his flushed c**k between her breasts and f****d up into the tight crevice made between them.