The Beta's Salvation

Eight

SKY POV

A dull throb started to knot between my legs as I waited for my conditioner to wash out. I tried rolling my neck back and forth, hoping the water would ease my frustrations-.

"Like that will help!" Evie snorted somewhat aggressively. "There is only one thing that will relieve the persistent hunger growing inside you," she added with a scoff.

"f**k it." I whined as I slowly slid one hand down my burning flesh. "Is the shower really this hot?" I moaned, checking it quickly, only to hear Evie chuckle like a clown.

"It's you." She laughed as my hands continued their trail down my suddenly scorching body and between my legs to the source of my irritation. Reluctantly deciding to finish what I had started, and Z found so amusing. I touched my bare p***y for just a moment, relishing the thrill of Z potentially knocking on the door again and catching me in the act.

"Maybe he will join us!" Evie called out to me from the back of my mind. Although, her voice was barely audible over the loud buzzing in my head.

"I wouldn't let him," I shouted back. That was a lie. We both knew I would. The ache between my legs was too powerful to ignore, and I had a feeling only that bastard would be able to soothe it. Nevertheless, I would try.

"Just think, him all wet, soapy in here with us, his hands trailing over our skin. Oh, yes, please." Evie moaned like the horny b***h she was. She had been quiet for years now, and suddenly, she had not only found her voice but was well and truly using it.

"Not helpful." I grunted as she played a slow-motion fantasy into my mind of just what she had pictured.

"I beg to differ." She breathed while my body quivered at her words. The images in my mind had my p***y clenching deliciously against the tips of my fingers. Leaning my head back, no longer caring for the conditioner, I placed it under the spray, needing it to cool my burning body.

"It's so hot." I whispered as my breathing became so heavy from the excitement of what I was doing. Releasing my breasts, I slammed my hand onto the dial and lowered the temperature. Needing the cool, not the heat.

"Imagine him in here, on his knees before you; his face buried between your legs, his tongue sliding right where your fingers are." Evie announced dirtily. And f**k did I love the image she was playing alongside her words. So much so that my groans became louder and louder as my fingers trailed slower and slower over my mound. The idea of feeling his hands on me, inside me, to feel his mouth on me- it was all too much. Evie was right. I did need it.. or him. Giving into the need eating at my core, I slowly began to rub my lips through the layer of soapy bubbles.

"Oh yes, yes!" I mumbled breathlessly while I slid a finger across my slit, feeling my lips easily part for me. Sliding my slender painted fingers along my smooth and wet lips, I opened my legs even further, propping the one up on the side of the shower to make it easy to enter myself with my middle finger.

"Oh Goddess, yes!" I exclaimed as I slowly penetrated my p***y. I felt the muscles inside me grasp my finger. I had always been a fan of m**********g, never one to shy away from a little self-fun, but this felt wrong like every nerve ending was on high alert, and I knew it was because it was Z I was thinking of.

Never once in the time I had been away had I allowed myself to think of him. He had betrayed me, just like my body was betraying me now by craving him so severely. Neither deserved the attention. I withdrew the digit and continued exploring my wet p***y with one hand as the other pulled on my pebbled n****e roughly. In my mind, it was his teeth doing the dirty on my tit. With no help from Evie!

"Now tell me you don't want him." Evie whispered in my mind. It didn't take long to find my clit, standing hard and proud, and as I gently rubbed it, I felt myself stiffen and moan in appreciation.

My left hand went back and forth, playing with my breasts and n*****s while my right hand explored my shaven s*x. Fingers flicked against my clit and began probing my hot, aching insides. One finger plunged into my p***y, then two.

"I don't want him. I want his dick." I almost cried as I palmed my hand hard against my mound, squeezing like I was juicing an orange.

"Whatever! Shall I stop?" Evie asked, bringing back memories of the secret moments Z and I shared while I fingered myself and rubbed my pearl. Unable to stop my moaning from becoming more vocal.

"People will hear." Evie laughed, but I knew, like me, she didn't actually care. s*x was natural; it was good!

"Let them! It's something they will have to get used to now I am back." I muttered, knowing that if I had to see Z on a daily basis, I would definitely be doing a hell of a lot more than this because the alternative was unthinkable.

"f*****g Zeke?" Evie asked, confused.

"No, m**********g!" I corrected her but said nothing about f*****g Z.. or not, as the case would be.

"Would you?" Evie asked hopefully. Pursing my lips, I considered her words. Did I want to make him pay for what he had done to me? Yes! Could I lead him on f**k him and leave... I would like to think so. But was I willing to take that chance... It was already clear he had a way of getting under my skin.

"No." I stated firmly. "I can't fall back into old habits. He had his chance, Evie." I tried to reason.

"But you want him... I can feel it." She moaned sadly.

"I also want a cheeseburger, fries and thick shake daily. Would that be good for me?" I asked her. Feeling her sigh and fall back into the back of my mind, I tried to ease her pain.

"He is trouble, Evie; he almost broke us; I can't let him do that again. I have only just got you back." I muttered, my fingers pausing their motions as a smirk pulled at my lips.

"But make no mistake; we can one hundred per cent get off to his image. After all, only a fool would not acknowledge true beauty."

"Well, what are you waiting for?" She laughed half-heartedly. I knew it wasn't the answer she wanted, but I was pleased she understood.