Chapter 20
AMELIE I can see her flushed cheeks. The faint smirk on her face.
I am amazed and confused at the same time because I didn’t realize I needed this until it happened.
I lean in and kiss Jane’s throat, moving my body close against hers.
I trail down to her collarbone, to that sweet spot she has, just where the neck becomes the shoulder.
I kiss and nibble, my one hand massaging her breast. I do so for one moment, and then, I let her be.
I stop kissing her, lean back, and we just dance.
I take her hand, pull her towards me, out of El’s touch, and spin her into mine. She lets her head fall to the side, and I caress her neck with my lips from behind.
“You tell me when any of this is too much, you understand?” I whisper in her ear, standing behind her.
She nods.
“Say it,” I demand
“I will tell you if anything is too much.”
“Good girl,” I say, and remove my hands from around her, only to let them trail over her beautiful curves.
El takes a big gulp directly from the third bottle of champagne; she’s watching us.
Our eyes meet for just one moment. A devilish smile appears on her face.
She dances over to us, the bottle in one hand, the other in the air, and then caresses her own body. Oh, how she can move her hips. She knows how to party. I knew that much from the first night we spent together. But this here hits different. This hits very close to home.
El doesn’t break the gaze into my eyes, as she grasps Jane’s face with one hand. I get one last look before El’s lips land on Jane’s. Not for a normal kiss. But a feral tongue kiss.
She shoots me one glance up, and arousal burns through my core. It steals my breath.
She comes up, loosens the touch, and takes a few steps back, where she just dances with herself and the champagne bottle.
Jane glances up at me over her shoulder. She is completely bewildered.
“Was it good?” I ask.
She nods, scared of her own desires.
I snigger and bring my mouth up to her ear.
“I wanna fuck with you,” I say. “And if you don’t stop me, I’ll do this—“
My hands fumble open the first button of her dress.
The next.
The next.
And the next.
She doesn’t stop me.
My one hand slides into her neckline, into her bra, and I massage her breast, while my other goes further down the short skirt of her dress, trails over her inner thigh, and then grasps her pussy.
She gasps.
I massage her in the rhythm of the music and my moving hips while we both watch El partying with herself.
I pull her one step back to let myself fall into the wall behind me, which allows me to push her legs further apart with my right leg.
Just wide enough to—
Slap.
She moans out as my flat hand lands on her pussy. I knew she’d like it, but I didn’t dare try it the last time.
Slap.
“Oh gods,” she gasps out.
“That’s what I wanna hear,” I say and slap her again. And again. And again. Until her panties become slightly wet.
Then, I push them aside and enter her with two fingers.
Her head falls back onto my shoulder.
And I just feel. Feel her give up control. The most epic feeling in the world, and I bathe in it. Soak it up with my soul.
And then, my eyes meet El’s.
El, who has stopped dancing and watches us.
Her head is slightly tilted.
She grins broadly.
I have to grin, too.
She walks over to us, pushes herself into Jane, tilts her head, and kisses me.
Holy mother fucker.
A lightning bolt shoots from head to my toes and burns my core in between with rolling waves.
I might just come from this alone.
El’s soft lips demand me as our tongues dance in a symbiosis of lust. While I am fingering Jane.
Jane, who shivers between us.
El stops the kiss, and what she does next is beyond everything I can comprehend.
She sinks to her knees.
Kisses Jane’s thighs.
Pulls down her panties.
I remove my hand to pull up Jane’s dress.
I want to see it.
I want to see her.
Them.
And I do watch as El’s digs her face into Jane’s pussy, but it’s not the watching that hits me somewhere else. It’s Jane’s reaction to it.
Her hands grasp my thighs, her back bends, and an epic moan escapes her throat.
Her nipple is so hard by now, I rub with my finger around it and squeeze it.
She moans more.
Rolls her hips.
I want to feel her.
Taste her.
Both of them.
My own juices are dripping form me by now.
And then, she comes.
A shudder underneath my touch.
A loud moan, half scream.
I close my eyes with my head falling back against the wall, my chest heaving up and down.
This feeling.
This is it.
A feeling better than any drug could ever make me feel.
Because this is real.
This is so fucking real.
Elise
My eyes flash up, and what I see is her. Elated. Free. Intoxicatingly hot. Both of them. Together. The woman I love. And the woman she loves, even though she won’t ever acknowledge it, the little denier she is.
I get up.
Take a few steps back.
I feel so insanely happy right now, just seeing what I see.
It is nothing special.
But she is.
Amelie.
Amy.
My Amy.
A tear fights its way over my cheek.
I have never been happy in my life.
But with her, I am.
She made me laugh when I wanted to cry.
She held me when there was no horizon.
She made me fall in love with the small moments.
I take a sip from the champagne bottle.
It prickles down my throat with a taste of pussy.
I bite my bottom lip.
A smirk appears on my face.
I walk over to them with the bottle and pour some of it into Amy’s half-open mouth.
She gulps and gags and spits it onto Jane.
I just pour it over them.
“What the fuck,” says Jane.
“Yeah,” I say, still smirking as I throw the bottle into a corner to my left, where it bursts.
“You'd better get rid of that dress,” I say as I challenge her, while pulling up my own dress.
I decided on no underwear, as most of the time.
Jane is flabbergasted, as she should. That woman has a stick up her ass, but she is a feral kitten underneath. I can see it; she just needs some tickling.
“Undress,” I say.
She gives Amy a quick glance, but I know my Amy. She twitches her shoulders, grins, and slips the straps of her dress from her shoulders.
The dress falls to the floor.
“I’m sticky,” says Jane. And I see what Amy meant by "she has sensory stuff". I thought it would be gone from the alcohol, but apparently not.
“Come with me,” says Amy, and pulls Jane with her.
She walks her down the stairs, and I follow them at a small distance. The joy it brings me to watch them.
Amy pulls Jane into the bathroom, turns on the shower, removes her dress and her shoes, and pushes her underneath the shower, while kissing her.
I grin as I let them have a moment.
I walk to the kitchen, pull out the plate, and do a line in the meantime.
My head falls back from the burning in my nose.
I need more. Want more.
I do a second one.
This is what I needed.
My senses sharpen.
I feel everything and nothing at the same time.
Arousal spreads through me.
And I turn to get to the bedroom with the master bathroom.
I lean into the door frame.
Watch Amy wrap Jane’s wet hair. Kissing her. Talking to her in a way I have never experienced her. A different kind of love. Maybe I would care if it weren’t for the cocaine. But I don’t.
“Jane,” I say, and both of them look at me. They were so consumed with each other, they didn’t even notice me. “I want you to take care of her.”
She looks at me in complete loss.
“Get on the bed, and take care of her,” I say. “You will make her come, and I’ll watch.”
Amy smirks and dances slowly with Jane to the bedroom.
There, she removes the towel around Jane’s hair, kisses her with one hand grasping her face.
It is exactly what I wanted to watch.
I sit down on the rattan armchair I flew in from a Hawaiian designer, with a perfect view of them playing.
Amy is definitely leading Jane. I mean, she learned from the best, because I always had to lead her. It’s a hot change of dynamics.
I put one leg up and play with my pussy as I watch Amy push Jane onto the bed and climb onto her.
They kiss, while Amy rolls her hips with one leg between Jane’s.
“Have you ever tried scissoring?” asks Amy Jane, who shakes her head.
Oh, this show will be dope, I think to myself.
Amy tells Jane to move back to the headboard of the bed and then walks to the drawer next to me. She gives me one epic smirk when she pulls the ropes from it.
It is a smirk that hits me somewhere deep in my chest. One that I will have forever imprinted in my mind.
Amy fixes Jane’s hands with the ropes up on the bed’s headboard, and then slides between Jane’s legs and leans back on her arms.
It is an epic view.
Jane fixed up. Amy rolling her clit against Jane’s.
They both simultaneously moan as their pussies rub against each other.
I slap my pussy, because fuck me, is that hot.
Their movements become more fierce.
Moans louder.
Jane arching into the ropes.
I have never watched live porn before—holy shit is it hot.
Amy falls back on her elbows, her head thrown back.
My core clenches in arousal.
And I can’t keep myself from joining.
I climb onto the bed towards Amy.
“Lie down,” I order her. And when she does, I sit on her face. She still moves her hips with Jane, and I watch their pussies rubbing against each other, hear the arousing smacking. They’re both turned on beyond.
I move my hips in soft waves over Amy’s face, getting myself off on her mouth and nose, digging into my pussy.
I don’t care if I suffocate her, and she doesn’t either, because she grabs around my legs and pulls me even more onto her face, her tongue entering me.
I moan.
Jane moans.
My movements get harsher.
I want more.
I need more.
A muffled loud moan into my pussy, and it’s what does it for me.
Heat burns through me as I stop moving. Bend down. And the releasing wave rolls through my core.
I collapse onto the bed.
Amy gasps for air.
Our eyes meet.
She beams at me.
She is happy.
So fucking happy.
And that’s all I ever wanted.
She always says she doesn’t know who she is. But she does. She does right now. She’s just too scared to acknowledge it.
She gives me one more moment before she sits up, frees Jane, and pulls Jane to her. Between us.
“How do you feel?” she asks her.
“Epic, but dizzy. So much about she doesn’t eat me,” says Jane and closes her eyes. Amy laughs and caresses her hair. Like she did with me.
Only her eyes are on me, the entire time.
We lie there for a very long time until the room is dipped only in darkness and the lights of the city.
Jane’s breathing has calmed down.
“Is she asleep?” I whisper.
Amy nods.
“Cigarette?” I ask her, and she nods.
We get up as silently as possible and get up onto the terrace, naked as we are. Amy lights a cigarette, and I open the glass door. Cold air streams into the warmed enclosure, and I take one of the blankets and wrap it around us, stepping behind her.
The smoke from her lungs evaporates, and she holds it up to my mouth, and I take a drag.
We don’t speak.
We just watched the Empire State Building lit in blue, red, and white.
We smoke.
Cuddle.
“I love you,” says Amy, a long time after the cigarette died, and looks over her shoulder up into my eyes.
“I love you, too,” I say and kiss her.
The love I never wanted.
Here she is.
In my arms.
And right this moment, I know what I have to do.
“I’ll do him in,” I say. “For everything.”
She turns in my arms under the blanket.
“You will?”
“Yes.”
She rests her head on my chest.
“I’m so proud of you,” she says. “For choosing you.”
Her words hit me somewhere so deep that it causes tears to run down my cheeks.
“Please never stop being you,” I say.
She laughs and lifts her head off my chest.
“You mean the mess?”
Her laugh.
Her smile.
Her eyes.
“Messy is good,” I say. “Everything else would be boring.”
“I won’t,” she says. “Promise. I also promise to be by your side when you do it. Always.”
I smile and kiss her.
Those wonderful lips.