Forbidden Craving

Into His World

Into His World

The sleek glass-and-steel tower of Rivera Tech rose like a modern fortress against the Riverport skyline, all sharp lines and reflective windows that seemed to stare right back at me as I approached. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat, echoing the frantic rhythm my fingers had kept between my legs just hours earlier. Jax’s silent visit that morning replayed in my mind on an endless, humiliating loop, the way he’d filled my doorway without a word, those intense dark eyes sweeping over my clumsy, half-dressed form after Mia had sent him to check on me following Alex’s betrayal. I’d nearly tripped over my own feet lunging toward him, desperate for even the brush of his hand, my thighs trembling as arousal soaked through my panties. He’d seen it all. The flush on my cheeks, the way my n*****s hardened under my thin top, the desperate need in my gaze. And then… nothing. No words, no touch. Just that protective wall slamming down as he turned and left, the door clicking shut like a final rejection. The shame should have drowned me. Instead, it had left me on the floor, legs spread wide, two fingers buried deep in my puffy, dripping p***y, thrusting hard while strings of wetness trailed down to my ass. I’d c*m so hard thinking of his massive c**k, whispering filthy promises to myself that one day it would be his hands, his thickness claiming me. But what could I do now? He clearly saw me as nothing more than Mia’s awkward best friend. A girl to protect, not to f**k.

Rivera Tech wasn’t just a startup, it was Jax’s empire in the making. At only twenty-six, he’d already turned a dorm-room coding project into a multimillion-dollar cybersecurity firm with contracts that had tech giants whispering. The atrium soared three stories high, flooded with natural light from a massive skylight, and everywhere I looked were sleek workstations, holographic displays, and employees who moved with confident purpose. I clutched my laptop bag tighter, feeling every bit the clumsy outsider. My sneakers squeaked faintly on the polished marble floor, and I nearly stumbled over the edge of a designer rug as I made my way to the reception desk. Heat flooded my face, another embarrassing moment to add to the growing list. Why did my body have to betray me like this? Even here, in his world, my mind drifted to how it would feel if Jax pinned me against one of these glass walls, his big hands spreading my thighs while he thrust those thick fingers into my needy cunt, making me drip all over his pristine floor.

The receptionist, a polished woman in her thirties with a headset and an impeccable bun, looked me up and down with a polite but dismissive smile. “Intern orientation is on the third floor, miss. Elevators to your left. Name badge will be at the desk up there.”

“I’m… not an intern,” I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper. My cheeks burned hotter. “I’m here to see Jax Rivera. For the cybersecurity project. Mia Rivera sent me?”

She blinked, then tapped at her screen. “Oh. Lulu Evergreen? Mr. Rivera mentioned you might be coming in. Seventh floor, private wing. Someone will meet you.” Her tone shifted just slightly, less of dismissal, more of curiosity. As I turned toward the elevators, I could feel eyes on me from across the atrium. A group of young professionals in crisp shirts whispered among themselves. “Another one of his girls?” one of them muttered, not quite low enough. “Intern track, probably. He goes through them fast.”

The words stung like a slap, twisting that deep shame inside me into something darker, wetter. They thought I was just another conquest, another pretty face Jax would discard after a night or two. If only they knew how desperately I wished that were true. How I’d give anything for him to see me as more than Mia’s friend, to bend me over his desk and bury that rumored massive c**k inside my tight, throbbing p***y until I screamed. But no. He’d made it clear with his silence the other days. Protective rejection. I was off-limits. The elevator doors dinged open, and I stepped in, my legs shaky. As it ascended, I pressed my thighs together, feeling the slickness already building again. God, I was pathetic. Clumsy, embarrassed, and so unbearably horny for a man who wouldn’t even speak to me.

The seventh floor was a different world entirely, quieter, more intimate, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the harbor where Jax’s private yacht bobbed in the distance. The open workspace hummed with focused energy: coders at standing desks, analysts murmuring over data streams on massive screens, and a central glass conference room that looked like it belonged in a sci-fi movie. A tall guy in a hoodie, probably a lead developer, spotted me first and waved me over with a friendly but condescending grin.

“Hey, new intern? Orientation’s downstairs, but if you’re here for coffee runs, the machine’s in the break room. Name’s Kyle. You can shadow me today if you want. Just don’t touch the servers.”

Before I could correct him, another employee, a sharp-eyed woman with a tablet, chimed in from her desk. “She looks fresh out of freshman year. Jax hiring college kids now? Cute, but we need real talent on this encryption breach project. Hope she doesn’t crash the simulation like the last ‘helper’ did.”

Their assumptions piled on like weights, each one amplifying the flush creeping up my neck. I wanted to sink into the floor, to disappear in a puddle of my own embarrassed arousal. My mind flashed to a vivid, filthy image: me on my knees in this very office, skirt hiked up, fingers spreading my wet lips for Jax while these same employees watched, assuming I was just his latest toy. The thought made my c**t pulse. I shifted my weight, nearly knocking into a rolling chair in my clumsiness. “Actually,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt, “I’m Lulu Evergreen. Mia insisted I help with the project because I already grasped the vulnerability patterns from our uni elective. Jax… Mr. Rivera contacted me this morning.”

Kyle raised an eyebrow, skeptical. The woman, her name tag read “Elena”, smirked faintly. “Sure, kid. Let’s see what you’ve got then. We’ve got a simulated breach running in the test environment. Firewall’s leaking data packets like a sieve, and none of us can isolate the root without triggering a cascade failure.”

They led me to a spare workstation, clearly expecting me to fumble. I sat down, my hands trembling slightly as I logged in with the credentials Jax had emailed overnight, silent, efficient, no personal note. The code blurred at first through the haze of my lingering shame. Every line reminded me of him: the elegant, unyielding structure mirroring how he held himself back from me. But as I dove in, something shifted. The patterns clicked in my brain like they always did in class, those late nights Mia and I had spent geeking out over algorithms, back before my obsession with her brother consumed everything. I spotted the anomaly almost immediately: a subtle recursive loop hidden in the authentication layer, disguised as routine traffic. My fingers flew over the keys, rewriting a patch that sealed the leak without collapsing the system. It was elegant. Clean. Better than anything I’d seen in our textbooks.

The room went quiet as the simulation stabilized on screen, green checkmarks blooming across the dashboard. Kyle’s jaw dropped. Elena leaned in closer, her smirk fading into genuine surprise. “Holy s**t… that was in under five minutes. We’ve been banging our heads on that for two days.”

Whispers rippled through the nearby desks. “Who is she?” “Not an intern, apparently.” “Jax pulled her in himself?” Heads turned, and for the first time, I felt a flicker of something besides shame; pride, maybe. But it was quickly swallowed by the deeper ache. I glanced toward the far end of the floor, where Jax’s private office overlooked everything behind frosted glass. I could just make out his silhouette through the haze: tall, broad-shouldered, in hus usual confident and intimidating posture, pacing slowly as he reviewed a tablet. Had he seen? Did he notice how I’d surprised them all?

As if on cue, the glass door to his office slid open. Jax stepped out, his presence sucking the air from the room. He was dressed in a tailored black shirt that hugged his muscular frame, sleeves rolled up to reveal veined forearms that made my mouth water. Those dark eyes, the same ones that had silently judged my desperate, fingering self this morning, swept over the scene. He didn’t speak to me directly. He never did when it came to anything personal. But I caught the subtle shift in his expression: a faint lift of his brow, the way his gaze lingered a beat longer on my flushed face and the way my legs were pressed tightly together under the desk. Intelligent. He saw it. Not just the fix, but the mind behind it. For the first time, the wall between us felt like it was cracking, shifting from “Mia’s clumsy friend” to something professional. Partners on this project. Coworkers who could stand in the same room without the world ending.

My pulse raced as he nodded once to the team silent approval, then gestured for me to join a small huddle by the main screen. Elena and Kyle stepped back, treating me with new respect. “Run us through your patch, Lulu,” Elena said, no longer condescending. I did, my voice gaining strength even as my internal thoughts spiraled into filth. 'Look at me, Jax. See how smart I am… and how badly I still want you to bend me over this desk. Spread my puffy lips with those strong fingers, thrust them deep until I’m leaking all over your code, strings of my wetness connecting us while you finally break that silence and claim what’s yours.' But he remained the professional, detached, focused, asking pointed questions about scalability through one of the leads instead of me directly. It was progress. From family acquaintance to respected partner in his world. The kind of shift that could lead to late nights, shared coffee, accidental brushes of hands.

Yet as the meeting wrapped and everyone dispersed with impressed murmurs, that sensual hunger clawed at me harder. I wanted so much more than professional respect. I craved the shift to something raw and forbidden, his massive c**k slamming into me in the supply closet.