Forbidden Craving

Double Disappointment

Double Disappointment

Lulu's POV

I yanked my hand away from my dripping p***y like I’d been burned, my slick fingers glistening under the hallway light as a thick string of my arousal stretched and broke. Shame came crashing over me in a single overwhelming wave. My face felt impossibly hot as I stumbled toward the front door. I couldn't stay in the house another second.

Jax had seen me. He’d caught me with my shorts shoved aside, two fingers buried knuckle-deep in my greedy little cunt, frantically pumping while I watched him destroy that girl’s stretched, puffy p***y with his massive c**k. The wet, obscene sounds of her taking every brutal inch still rang in my ears, and the lazy, satisfied giggle that floated through the closed door afterward only twisted the knife deeper.

The cool night air greeted me the moment I stepped outside, but it did nothing to ease the restless storm inside me. My soaked panties clung obscenely to my swollen lips, every step making my aching c**t throb and my juices trickle down my inner thighs like I was in heat. My heart pounded wildly against my ribs while my thoughts tangled together in a confusing mess of frustration, embarrassment, and disappointment. My p***y clenched rhythmically around nothing, desperate and empty, practically weeping for the c**k I’d just watched stretch another girl so perfectly.

What the f**k is wrong with me?

What was wrong with me?

I wrapped my arms around myself, my hard n*****s poking shamelessly against my thin top, and started walking without any real direction, barely noticing where my feet carried me. The quiet streets stretched ahead beneath the glow of scattered streetlights as my soaked cunt continued to throb with every hurried step. My mind kept replaying it, the way Jax’s thick shaft had split her open, the glossy strings of her wetness clinging to his c**k with every punishing thrust, the way her puffy lips gripped him so tightly. I wanted that. I needed it. My own fingers suddenly felt pathetic in comparison.

Without thinking too much about it, I found myself heading toward Alex's apartment.

Maybe letting my sweet, safe boyfriend f**k me would finally quiet this sick obsession with my best friend’s older brother.

Maybe being around someone familiar would make me feel normal again instead of like a dripping, c**k-hungry slut who got off on watching her crush ruin someone else.

Alex wasn’t exactly the passionate, romantic boyfriend girls dreamed about. He was laid-back to the point of laziness, always choosing video games and cheap beer over actually touching me the way I craved. Our s*x life had always been… okay. Quick, sleepy f***s where he’d c*m fast and leave me to finish myself off. But tonight I didn’t care. I needed something, anything, to ease the aching throb in my p***y and wash away the burning humiliation of being caught like a desperate little slut outside Jax’s door.

I reached his building, my heart still racing, my panties completely ruined. I let myself in with the spare key he’d given me months ago, already imagining him bending me over, sliding into my soaked, needy hole and finally giving me the release I craved. The apartment was dark except for a faint light coming from the bedroom. Soft, feminine moans floated down the hallway.

My stomach dropped.

I froze in the doorway, breath catching in my throat as I crept closer. The bedroom door was cracked open, just like Jax’s had been. And there he was, my boyfriend, f*****g someone else.

Not just anyone. The school nerd. That quiet, mousy girl with glasses who barely spoke to anyone. She was on all fours on his bed, completely naked, her small t**s bouncing as Alex gripped her narrow hips and drove into her from behind with lazy, deep strokes. Her moans were soft and breathy, almost surprised, like she couldn’t believe how good it felt. His c**k wasn’t huge like Jax’s, but it was enough to make her whimper and push back against him, her p***y lips gripping him tightly with every thrust.

I stood there, hidden in the shadows of the hallway, watching my boyfriend f**k another girl in the same bed he’d f****d me in so many times. Fresh embarrassment flooded me again, hotter and more bitter this time than before. First Jax catching me m**********g like a pathetic perv… and now this. My own boyfriend, the one I’d rushed to for comfort, was balls-deep in the school nerd while I stood there with my own p***y still dripping from what I’d seen earlier.

Tears pricked at my eyes, but my traitorous body betrayed me again. My c**t pulsed violently at the sight, my inner walls clenching with fresh need. I bit my lip hard to stay quiet, one hand slipping back under my skirt without thinking. My fingers found my soaked, puffy lips and spread them slowly, rubbing my swollen c**t in tight, desperate circles as I watched Alex thrust into her. The wet, rhythmic slap of skin on skin filled the room, mixing with her soft cries.

I felt so dirty. So ashamed. So f*****g disappointed.

Yet I couldn’t stop touching myself. My fingers plunged inside my aching cunt, thrusting in time with his lazy strokes, imagining it was Jax’s massive c**k stretching me instead. The shame only made me wetter. My juices ran down my wrist as I f****d myself faster, knees shaking, biting back whimpers while tears of humiliation slipped down my flushed cheeks.

This was pathetic. I was pathetic.

When Alex finally groaned and came inside her, filling the nerd with his load while she trembled and moaned, I quietly backed away, fingers still buried deep in my dripping p***y. I slipped out of the apartment like a ghost. I couldn't stand being seen again this time.

The walk home felt endless. My legs were weak, my cunt still throbbing and unsatisfied, leaking down my thighs with every step. The double humiliation burned in my chest, Jax seeing me at my most desperate, and now Alex cheating on me with someone so plain. But even through the tears and the crushing disappointment, one thought refused to die.

Jax.

That massive c**k. That wicked smile. The way he’d looked at me this morning like he knew exactly how badly I wanted him.

I wiped my eyes, my fingers still sticky with my own slick, and whispered to myself in the dark.

He will f**k me. One day soon… he has to. I’ll make sure of it. No matter how embarrassed I feel, no matter how many times I get caught like a clumsy, dripping little slut… I won’t stop until that huge d**k is buried inside me, stretching me, breeding me, ruining me for anyone else.

By the time I reached my front door, my p***y was aching worse than ever. I slipped inside, already peeling off my soaked clothes, fingers drifting back between my legs as I pictured Jax’s face.

This wasn’t over.

Not even close.