The Beta's Salvation

Nine

SKY POV

"Well..." Evie probed as I chewed my lip, letting my words and fears take up more room in my brain than they should right now. Now, I was about to get off, and if Z was the image that was getting the job done, I seriously needed to focus on the job at hand and switch my overthinking brain off.

"Good girl." Evie praised sarcastically as I let my right hand wander up and down my stomach, touching lightly at my boobs in the process.

"f**k you!" I laughed, a smirk playing on my lips as the heart began to smoulder between my thighs again. Squeezing firmly on my right breast, I let out a little cry as I gripped the n*****s between my forefingers and thumbs and began tweaking my rock-hard n****e.

"I seriously do have a great rack." I laughed as I looked down at the girls; they were large and perky and fell just in the right place. I had a tattoo; it was some sort of mandala tattoo that sat perfectly between my breasts. A chain followed the curve under my boobs with little gems and flowers trailing off it. It was cute, very impulsive and not at all my style, but I had to admit as the water trailed over my body and fell from my enthusiastic t**s.

I rocked that, too!

"Modest as always." Evie taunted playfully.

"f**k modest. I am hot, I know it, Z knows it and like f**k am I not going to celebrate it." I grinned as I trailed my fingers over the tattoo I had gotten on a rather drunken dare.

My left hand lifted to massage my full spheres while my right hand slowly trailed over my feverish skin to get to work on my p***y. The sensual sensation mixed with the gentle flow of the water was beyond erotic; all I needed was someone to tease. I knew I was getting worked up again as my breathing got louder and heavier.

I purposely slowed down, knowing how close I was to surrendering to the beast of an orgasm that was threatening to rip me apart; sliding two fingers deep inside myself, I fingered myself slow and tenderly, not wanting to c*m just yet.

"Spoilsport!" Evie moaned needily.

"Even we have to work for it!" I announced with a smirk at her whine as I removed my fingers and went back to rubbing my p***y lips. Every now and then, I would pause to tease and provoke my clit, the sensation driving me wild.

"Come onnn!" Evie wailed as I grew closer and closer to my peak. Unable to fight the feeling pulsing through me, I raised myself up on my tippy toes, lifting my leg as the cold spray hit my back. Although it was doing f**k all to cool my feverish flesh, I welcomed the distraction. Only then did I notice the mirror was no longer steamed up, and I had a perfect view of myself in the mirror, my cunt glistening from the water, soap and my very clear arousal that looked superb, coating my lips and thighs.

I always enjoyed exposing myself to Z's lustful eyes. But never had I watched myself c*m. Taking in my hairless-shaved and very swollen p***y, I grinned as I slid my fingers back in, my eyes glued to the way my body opened for me with such ease as I added a second, then a third finger, loving how I had stretched myself wide.

My clit reacted to the scene, perfectly suckling my fingers tight as they moved to provoke the beast looming in the shadows. I found myself unable to believe how soaking wet I was from what I had been watching so far. Massaging my p***y lips, I watch myself being violated by my own hand, and f**k was it a beautiful sight to behold.

"Goddess, this is hot." I moaned, not caring who heard. Let them get off to! I knew I sure as s**t was.

"Now, who is the horny b***h," Evie giggled, but I could hear the approval coating her words and sense of pleasure through our bond. Pushing the relief, I felt at her and me being on the same page down deep, not wanting to work through that s**t just yet. I was dealing with a profoundly more annoying itch right now. Caressing my breasts as I rubbed my wet p***y, unable to take my eyes off the mirror.

I watched as the leftover sudsy conditioner bits ran down my body, coating my bare legs. My eyes fought the need to close tightly as I let my tit go and dug my fingertips into my hair, washing the roots free of the conditioner. Water cascaded down my face and body, running off the curvature of my big bouncing breasts.

Feeling further violated by how much I loved this but intensely horny, I slipped a fouth-hungry finger into my calling p***y. At the same time, I pinched my excited n*****s harshly as I continued watching myself.

Soon, the G Spot orgasms began; in moments, my release tore through me, awakening the beast I had been holding off barely, the explosion in my core making me see white lights before stars danced across my vision. One name claiming my lips.

"Zeke." I moaned breathlessly as I began to squirt again and again. Suddenly, I was thankful for the running water and shower basin at my feet. I should have stopped, but I didn't... Not until my p***y was sore and my hand was aching.

Maybe now the insatiable b***h of a p***y would give me a break.

"Doubtful." Evie laughed, making me smirk because she had, in fact, taken the words right out of my mouth.

"f**k, I haven't c*m like that in years." I moaned into the cold tiles of the shower as I slowly came down from my earth-shattering orgasm.

"I told you, you want him." Evie laughed like the b***h she was.

"f**k Z.. WE did that. He does not get to claim that orgasm too," I announced angrily turning the water to warm as goosebumps began to flare over my body. However, even as I cursed him, I knew the truth. I still wanted him. I always had. And that was the most frustrating thing of all. The yearning in my stomach gnawed at me, a constant reminder of what I had lost and still craved. I tried to relax, to let the steam and hot water wash away the tension, but all I could think about was Zeke. His smile, his eyes, his body, his voice. He was everywhere, inescapable, and I hated how much I still wanted him despite everything.

As I stood there, the steam enveloping me, I resolved to stay strong, to not let him see how much he affected me. But deep down, I knew it was a losing battle. He was my weakness, and no matter how hard I tried to fight it, I couldn't deny the truth.

I still loved him, and that was the most painful thing of all.