The Spare Girl [M/F/F]

Chapter 4

Nate's hand moved down to my waist. His fingers pressed into my hip, leaving imaginary scars behind. I took a deep breath. He closed the door and the red light disappeared. It was dark enough to blind me to Nate's features, but I could still make out his form. He moved around me and placed both hands on my waist. Those fingers dug deep into my skin. I gasped as he leaned down and pressed his lips to my cheek.

I held back my breath, too afraid to breathe. His lips moved up towards my ear.

"We both want you," he says.

"I don't believe you," I say only because I can't think of anything else. The joke flies over his head. I could tell that both of them were dying for a piece of me. Even I wasn't stupid enough to not know that.

"I want to taste you," he says. His lips part. His hot breath makes goosebumps appear over my skin. I shiver as his hands move above my ass.

I couldn't help but laugh. "What?"

He stared down at my lips. He licked his own. I wasn't quite sure what to say to that, but I couldn't push myself to do anything else. I stood, waiting for him to make the next move. The glare of the red light from outside the door filtered over his soft face.

I hadn't noticed how young he looked when he wasn't making that silly smirk. He was much older than me, by ten years I guess, but he was young in the face. There was something about him that made him vulnerable in some way. But I knew he wasn't innocent as his face might make me believe. Under that soft look, inside those dark eyes, there was a monster waiting to tear me apart.

I realized then that I wanted what he was offering. Mel too. She'd been trying to give me all of her since the beginning of this night. However, it wasn't until I was a few drinks in that I started to notice my own feelings.

That's when it hit me. This wasn't entirely right. I wasn't thinking straight and neither were they. Nate, whoever he was outside of the club, he couldn't actually want two girls he barely knew. Even if he was a player, that didn't really exist in the real world. There was no one stupid enough to sleep with strangers were there?

His hands squeezed my ass. I parted my lips and clutched onto his arms. Though as much as I felt ridiculous, there was this dangerous feeling racing through my system.

"Are you scared?" His lips grazed over my cheek. His hot tongue touched my ear, pulling another gasp from me.

This was insane.

But my body didn't seem to care. My body burned to be against him, to be naked with him in the most intimate positions. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but I knew somewhere deep down that I was only using it as an excuse. And if it gave me this one night with him, then I didn't really care who was doing the talking.

"No," I say and grab his arm. I pull him tighter against me. Without even thinking, I yank him by the hair and crush his lips against mine. Foolish, I think, but when our lips touch, sparks shoot down my spine. I pulsing with so much energy that I didn't know what to do but push further into him.

Our tongues dance, wet and hot. It isn't until his hands move to my chest do I come down from the high. His hands grab my breasts and pull at the front of my shirt.

He pulls it off me, over my head. We separate only to get my shirt over my head. He throws it onto the floor and then he's back on me. His lips trail down my neck. A moan escapes me.

My eyes open.

She's still there, sitting on the desk. I don't know how I could have forgotten. She's always been the center of my world. She's also been the one dragging me around on a leash my entire life. But though I'd forgotten her, she didn't look angry. Leaning back on the desk, with her legs spread, she looked too pleased to be angry.

She met my eyes. A grin spread across her lips. She knew she had my full attention.

Her fingers spread her p***y lips. Slick trailed down her hairless p***y. It gleamed in the red glow. She pushed her fingers into her slit and revealed her insides to me.

My eyes widened as she pushed two of her fingers into her dripping cunt. She swirled them around, her hips hitching as she pushed them as far as they would go.

Hypnotized by the movements of her hips, the look in her dark eyes, and the fingers f*****g in and out of her p***y, I didn't notice when Nate pulled away from me. His heart left my body cold and I shivered. The dark room shielded my face from his scolding eyes. They called for my attention, but Melanie had me hooked first.

Nate placed his fingers under my chin, willing me to turn my head. I did. His lips brushed over mine once more. My heart pounding against my chest. Lips parted, my breath hitched.

"I should go," I say, but I don't move an inch.

Melanie slid from the desk. She moved like water though I could tell she was drunk. She had the same look as she did on the dance floor. Though I wanted her in this moment as much as she wanted me—we both knew how much we wanted to fall into bed with one another—I couldn't help thinking about what would happen in the morning.

"Mel..." She wrapped her arms around the back of Nate's neck. Her lips curled into a grin.

"Julie," she says. The way she says it makes another ripple of lust roll through my body. I'm stricken with what she'll do next. Either of them could have me. They could take me right now and I don't think I would have the strength to resist them.

Mel lifted her hand. Her fingers were wet with her slick. She held them out to my lips.

"Lick."

I hesitated.

Mel's grin fell from her face. She frowned.

"Lick." She commanded this time, thrusting her fingers against my closed lips.

The smell. It was undeniably her. Sweet with a hint of natural musk. I pulled back away from it, shaking my head. My stomach coiled at the thought of giving in to the unnatural attraction. This lust, it wasn't right. To be with Mel...there was nothing natural about it.

I looked at Nate and for a second I thought I saw sympathy in those eyes.

Before he could say anything, Mel pushed her way between him and me.

Her arm wrapped around my waist, jolting me against her. The wet fingers were held below my nose. The scent kept wafting towards me.

"Please, Mel." I tried to reason with her with my eyes. The words wouldn't come out, but I hoped she would understand. This wasn't about what our bodies wanted or the lust boiling in our veins. This was about our future and whether we could live past this night knowing what we'd done.

Mel pressed her lips against my ear.

"Lick. It." She growled deep in her chest.

I shivered. Slowly, I parted my lips. The grin was back on her face. She slid her fingers painfully slow into my mouth.

"f**k," she whispered.

Her fingers curled around my tongue, f*****g into my mouth. She reached further, to the back on my throat. I gagged around her fingers. She mouthed my ear, licking and sucking as she worked her way to my lips.

"Are you my slut, Julie? Taste me and maybe I'll let you taste him."

The taste hits me after the shock. It's beyond sweet. It's unlike anything I've tasted and I don't know how to feel about it. Mel shoves her fingers deeper until I can't breathe around them. I gasped, but it only makes it worse.

"This is how it's going to feel when he's f*****g your throat." She roughly whispers.

I shake my head in defiance. This isn't the Mel I know. This isn't my best friend I've known since middle school.

But I can't say anything about her fingers. The fire burning in her eyes scares me. She's become a completely different person.

Nate is still there. He's watching with a close eye. I look over at him, tears trailing down my cheeks. I get the courage to yank Mel's hand away from me. Her fingers fall from my lips. They're wetter than before, soaked with my saliva. I gasp, tongue hanging out from my mouth. The shocking thing is that I'm wet. My p***y is pulsating. I push down the need to gyrate my hips or to reach down with my free hand and push my fingers deep into my hole.

I need release.

Mel giggles. "I told you she'd be into it."

Nate gave a small smile. "Yes, you did."

I give them a confused look. "This was planned?"

Mel shrugged. "Somewhat. Did you honestly think I'd get mad at you for turning me down?"

I stared blankly at her. "You've got to be kidding me. You seriously played me and for what? To play out some twisted fantasy?"

"You liked it. Don't try and blame this one on me."

I wanted to yank her by her hair, but I stayed put. Something told me that I wasn't free from them just yet. And it was my own body that was doing most of the hostage keeping. I squirmed as I tried to find some kind of comfort, but my fitted pants didn't do much to satisfy the burning in my p***y. My juices soaked my panties.

Nate leaned over and ran his hands up my waist. His hands ran up to my breasts and cupped them through my bra. My breath hitched as he rolled them in his large hands. Melanie moved to behind me. Her soft fingertips trailed over my burning skin. They teased at the clasp of my bra.

She tilted her head. "This one looks new. You don't wear lace."

I looked down on impulse. The black bra I'd picked out had been an old one I'd bought when I was younger.

"It makes my t**s look bigger."

They both laughed.

Mel hooked her finger under the clasp. "I think they do that on their own."

She pulled on the clasp and my bra fell away from my shoulders. Nate let it fall and cupped my breasts with his cold hands. I bit my lip as he teased my n*****s with his thumbs. He flicked and pinched them with no regard as to how I liked them to be played with. To be honest, though, I didn't give a damn as long as he was touching me.

The alcohol created a slight buzz in my head. My eyes slid closed and I looked slowly up at Nate. His eyes burned into me and the smirk playing on his lips made my breath hitch. Mel’s hands slid along side his. Her fingers took over and twisted my n*****s. I gasped and grabbed onto her wrists. The pain shot electricity through my body. My parted lips sucked in a sharp breath and I let out a silent scream.

Nate leaned in and captured my mouth with his own. He kissed me deep, f*****g his tongue between my wet lips. I moaned into his mouth as Mel pressed her body against my back. Her hands molded my t**s, squeezing and tugging on them until my p***y was dripping wet. I squeezed my thighs together for relief.

Mel cupped me and I gave a small thrust into her wandering hand. Nate pulled back, dipped in for a small kiss, and then stood back. He ate me up with his eyes. I could only stand there, panting as I tried to catch my breath. I wanted to touch him like he was touching me, to give in to him in all the ways I could, but my racing heart and my uncertainty kept me back.

“Get on your knees.” Mel pushed me down by my shoulders.