“Fuck”. I groan, splashing water on my face, staring at my flushed face in the stall mirror. Recalling their fingers on me.
“I’m such a slut”.
But before I could even process my thoughts, a voice whispered behind me, “Glad you know that.” I spun around to face Maya, her expression blank and unyielding. Her hand was folded against her chest, her eyes cold and detached.
“Do you know, the triplet and I are dating?”. she asked, her voice devoid of emotion, as she moved closer to wash her hands.
“Oh, they didn’t tell me about that. I had no idea”. I responded sarcastically.
“Yes, we’ve been together for a while now,” she said, her voice still devoid of emotion. “And I have to say, I’m a bit disappointed in you.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Disappointed in me? What do you mean?”.
Maya’s gaze never wavered. “You know exactly what I mean. You’ve been with them too. The triplets. My boyfriends.”
“So what if I have? I’m their beta, I have to be with them”.
“Perhaps stick to your beta position and not try anything funny Lyra”. She mocked.
“What’s that supposed to mean, Maya?” I asked, my voice low and even, trying to keep my temper in check.
Maya’s smile was cold and calculating. “You know exactly what I mean, Lyra. Don’t play dumb. You’ve been trying to get their attention, flirting with them, thinking you can take my place.”
I snorted, my anger boiling over. “You’re delusional, Maya. I’m their beta, not some lovesick puppy trying to steal your boyfriends.”
Maya’s eyes flashed with anger, her voice rising. “You’re not even a real beta, Lyra. You’re just a pathetic little wannabe trying to climb the ranks.”
I chuckled, I knew it. “So it was all fake? The always smiling girl, was just a fake mask to cover your true evil face?”. I stepped closer to her.
“What will happen if I tell the triplets about how their little fling tries to threaten me? Who do you think they will believe?”.
“I won’t argue with a lowlife like you,” she spat, her voice venomous, before storming out of the bathroom, leaving me to chuckle at her dramatic exit.
“That was hot”. Ezra walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind him, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
“You’re not allowed in here? This is the female washroom”. I said, turning my gaze away from him.
“And why did you lo….”. I trailed off, his face an inch away from mine.
Ezra’s face was inches from mine, his eyes locked on mine with a piercing gaze. “Because, Lyra,” he whispered, his voice low and husky, “I wanted to make sure you’re okay. And also because I couldn’t help myself. You look beautiful when you’re fiery and defiant.”
My heart raced as I felt his warm breath on my skin, his words sending shivers down my spine. I tried to step back, but my back was against the sink, and Ezra’s body was too close, trapping me in place.
“Ezra, stop,” I whispered, trying to sound firm but my voice came out barely above a whisper.
He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Fuck, Lyra. You’re so adorable when you’re trying to be strong.” He whispered, brushing his lip against my ear.
“I came to finish what my brothers started”.
My breath hitched as I felt his hand brush against my cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of my jaw. “Ezra, please,” I begged, my voice barely audible. He smirked, his eyes darkening with desire as he leaned in closer, his lips inches from mine. “I can do more than just finish what my brothers started,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous.
Before I could protest any further, Ezra’s lips were on mine, his kiss urgent and demanding. I gasped against his mouth, my body responding instinctively to his touch. His hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer as he deepened the kiss.
He pulled back, breathing heavily, his hand gripping my hair gently.
“If you don’t want to, I can stop”. He whispered, his voice deep and husky.
I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest as I looked into Ezra’s intense gaze. “No,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I don’t want you to stop.”
A low growl escaped Ezra’s lips as he claimed my mouth once more, his kiss fierce and possessive. His hands moved to my thighs, lifting me up and setting me on the edge of the sink. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
Ezra’s hands moved to the hem of my dress, lifting it up to reveal my bare thighs. His touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine as he traced his fingers along the sensitive skin. He pulled away from our kiss, his eyes dark with desire as he looked at me.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice rough. I nodded.
I gasped as he brushed against my most sensitive spot, my body trembling with desire.
“Do you like that, baby?” Ezra whispered in my ear, his voice husky with desire. I could only nod, my breath coming in ragged gasps as he continued to tease me with his fingers. He slipped one inside me, and I moaned at the sensation, my body arching towards him. He began to move his finger in and out, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through me.
“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he growled, his voice thick with desire.
“Fuck, I want to taste you”. Before I could ask what he meant by that, Ezra dropped on his knee, pulling me closer by my thigh as he buried his face in between them.
“God! Ezra”. I arched my back, pushing myself closer to him, wanting more of his touch. He responded by increasing the pressure of his tongue, swirling it around my most sensitive spot.
“Fuck yes! Please”. I cried out, gripping his hair tightly as I pushed him down.
Just as I was about to fall over the edge, Ezra pulled away, leaving me panting and desperate for more. He stood up, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at me.
“Please..”. I begged, whining against him.
“Look how desperate you are. What would my brothers think? Such a little slut, getting fingered in the school washroom”. He whispered, his voice sending vibration through my body. My pussy clenched together at his word, I felt myself dropping even more.
“You can only moan my name, Lyra. Only I get to make you cum… not even my brother has that right”. He whispered against my ear as his finger slowly entered me, causing me to jerk up.
A sob escapes my lips as I try not to moan out loud.
“Only I get to make you cum, do you understand that, baby?”. He asked, thrusting his finger deeper.
“Y-yes”. I moan, resting my face on his neck as I move my hips against his finger.
“Fuck Ezra”.
“Yes, that’s my name, baby. I’m starting to hate the idea of sharing you, Lyra. I only want you for myself”.
I gasped as he hit that spot again and again.
“Not with Silas or zayn. Only me, do you get that?”. He asked, gripping my jaw with his other hand, forcing me to look at him.
I looked up at him desperately, my mouth wide open in pleasure.
“Who’s touching you, Lyra?”. He growled, staring at me harshly.
“You! No.. Just… you Ezra… fuck please”. I didn’t even know what gibberish I was saying.
“Will you let them touch you?”.
“No… no..”. I whispered unknowingly. My mind was fuzzy, all I could think of was how good his fingers were making me.
“Cum for me, baby”.