LYRA POV.
As soon as we entered the classroom, I hastened to the back row, which was conveniently located at the far end of the room. The triplets – Silas, Zayn, and Ezra – frowned at me in surprise, their eyes fixed on me with a mixture of curiosity and disapproval. Maya attempted to intervene, whispering something to them and gesturing for them to sit with her, but Silas abruptly cut her off. The three of them strode towards me, their movements commanding attention.
“What are you doing? Go back to your seat,” I whispered, trying to avoid drawing attention to ourselves.
But Silas was insistent. “Get up,” he ordered, his voice firm and commanding. I reluctantly obeyed, and he took my seat, pulling me down beside him. Zayn and Ezra flanked me, trapping me in the middle, with Silas on one side, Zayn and Ezra on the other.
“You are gonna get us in trouble”. I murmured as the teacher walked in.
“Us? You’re already in trouble, Lyra,” Zayn murmured, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down my spine.
Soon, the teacher started teaching. My whole concentration was on what she was saying till I felt a large hand on my thigh, gently pulling my skirt up. My eyes widened in shock as I looked up to Silas, he smirked, turning his attention back to the teacher as his hand moved to her inner thigh.
I felt my breath hitch as Silas’s fingers traced a slow, deliberate path up my thigh, inching closer to the hem of my skirt. I tried to shift away, but his hand gripped my thigh, keeping me in place.
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to focus on the lesson, but it was impossible with Silas’s hand so close to my most intimate parts. I looked up to him, pleading but he acted like he wasn’t doing anything.
I looked up at him, pleading with my eyes, but he acted like he wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary. Desperate for escape, I shifted closer to Zayn, who frowned in response. His gaze met mine, and for a moment, I thought he would scold Silas.
But then his eyes widened in shock as he saw Silas’s hand on my thigh.
To my surprise, Zayn didn’t intervene. Instead, he placed his own hand on my other thigh, rubbing it gently as he massaged his way up to my inner thigh.
Silas’s finger began to move again, tracing a slow deliberate path along the lace trim of my panties, I gasped as his fingers brushed against my wetness, and I felt his thumb rubbing my clit in slow circles. I bit my lip, trying to hold back the moans that threatened to escape my lips.
I tried to closer my thigh but zayn strong hand parted, turning to face me with a warning look. Silas chuckled, his fingers messaging my core through my panties, I bit my lips trying to stop myself from moaning.
Zayn’s hand slipped under my damp underwear, shifting my panties to the side as his hand slipped in, I moaned in response, covering my mouth quickly.
He groaned deeply, catching Ezra’s attention. Ezra shook his head, chuckled, and leaned over to shield us.
Silas’s hand continues to massage my thigh, rubbing above my cunt.
Fuck!
My hand tightened around the desk, gripping it hard as I tried to suppress my moans, my body trembling with every touch. Zayn’s fingers moved in and out of me, rubbing my clit with each thrust. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, my body tensing up as I tried to hold back.
I closed my eyes, trying to block out the overwhelming pleasure that was coursing through my body. Zayn’s fingers moved expertly, teasing and exploring every inch of me, while Silas’s touch was more aggressive, his fingers pressing against my core with a demanding force.
I was on the verge of losing control, my breath coming in short gasps as I struggled to maintain some semblance of composure. The classroom around us faded away, and all I could focus on was the electrifying sensation of their hands on me.
“Fuck, zayn please”. I whispered, my voice barely audible as I held his hand.
Sensing how tense I have become, they both stopped, removing their finger and sucked it dry, my cunt clenched at the sight.
“Come on, focus. The teacher is still here,” Zayn whispered, his voice low and playful. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I quickly turned my attention back to the lesson, trying to compose myself.