Forbidden Craving

The Trap

The Trap

Lulu's POV

I somehow managed to pull myself together after what I saw. Though my heart was still racing, and my thong was absolutely ruined, I forced a normal smile, walked like I just saw my first period, and I tried to locate Mia’s room. I finally managed to find it, and i walked into Mia’s room like nothing had happened.

I gave her the clothes I had brought for her and helped her fold clothes for her trip. Thogh we were hooked in deep discussion adding to the folding of clothes, vvery few seconds that passes my mind flashed back to that thick, heavy c**k swinging between her brother's legs. I kept squeezing my thighs together under the desk, trying not to drip on her carpet.

My God, how stupid could I be? This is a boy I have always condemned in the presence of Mia. How can I tell her I so much wished to be f****d by him.

And foolish me, I went into a pact with her that we won't date each other's brothers. When I was agreeing to this, I forgot Mia has nothing to lose because I have no brother, only her dose, to the pact is only on me.

Later that afternoon, while Mia and I were laughing about something stupid, the door opened. We were actually discussing boys. She was travelling because of a jew boy she met online, but everyone thought she only wanted to spend weekend at her aunty's.

Yes, she will be spending weekend at her aunty's, but the real goal was to f**k the boy who had been sending her nudes online.

You know, I always thought she was the biggest fool, now... I think I'm somewhere bigger.

So we were discussing when the door oppened and our eyes both turned to see whobitvwas, and behold, it wad the owner of the same d**k i have been f*****g in my mind all along.

Jax leaned against the frame, shirtless, sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips. Hanging there, he spoke with that deep voice that rolled out like velvet.

“Hey little sis, this weekend you’re away… who’s gonna help me finish that project we’ve been working on? The deadline’s Monday.”

Mia barely looked up from her suitcase. She hated it when he called her little, but today, she didn't seem to mind.

“Oh, Lulu can help you. She already knows everything about it from when she helped me last month. Right, Lulu?”

My stomach flipped. I looked up and met his eyes.

Jax stared at me for a long second. Then the corner of his mouth slowly curled into this wicked little smile that made my c**t throb so hard I almost moaned out loud. He didn’t say anything else. Just gave me that knowing look, turned, and walked away, leaving the scent of his body wash behind.

You see, for real, I had been the one doing the project all along, Mia is only taking the glory cause I never wanted him to know I did any for him because I was supposed to hate him. As a matter of fact, I hated him until this morning.

The second the door clicked shut, Mia begged me to help her brother with the project.

"Please, Lulu, I know you hate his sight, but please help me with this. You will have to face him be with him if possible and explain the project to him like hoh always did with me. This project is very important him..." She said, looking at me for a few seconds. "And today me." She added.

After I had agreed to help her, which I did with some more begging from her like it wasn't something I see as a prayer answered, an opportunity to get closer to him even. After I agreed, she hugged me and said goodbye, she grabbed her bag, and left for the airport.

I escorted her out of the house and still went back into her room. I was supposed to leave, I mean, go home since my friend was no longer at home, but no, I went back into her room like there was something I forgot there.

Now the house is quiet. We were literally the only ones in the entire house, no strange slots around, I mean those shameless girls that come fighting over his d**k. Oh, I just remembered that I have joined them.

I went back and sat on her bed, and I pressed my thighs together as my heart pounded so hard that I literally heard its thudding sound. Already, I was fantasizing about him coming back in here, pushing me down, and finally letting me feel every inch of that massive c**k I accidentally saw.

I’m not leaving this house today, not until he f***s me. I don’t care how long it takes, I'll wait.

As I sat there, I couldntbhelp byt think of going back into his room, ask him if he cares for my p***y, and I'll happily serve him with all pleasure.

And something in that smile he gave me tells me… he might not be able to resist me for much longer either.

I literally think he might also be thinking about f*****g me at the moment, so why not just go in there and see for myself if he will nit come begging for my wet crack.