Forbidden Craving

Morning Torment

Morning Tormen

Lulu's POV

That night, I barely slept. After stumbling home with my thighs slick and my p***y still throbbing from everything I’d seen, I curled up in bed, heart racing, and called Mia. My voice cracked the second she picked up. I could only tell her about Alex, how I’d caught him lazily f*****g that nerdy girl Jessica in his room, the betrayal burning in my chest like acid. I left out Jax completely. I couldn’t bring myself to say a single word about what he’d seen me doing outside his door, fingers buried deep in my dripping cunt while he pounded that other girl senseless. The shame was still too raw, too humiliating. Mia was sweet and furious on my behalf, promising to come back early from her trip and “deal with that asshole.” She had no idea the real reason I was shaking was her older brother.

The next morning a soft knock at my front door pulled me from a restless, horny dream where Jax’s massive c**k was stretching me open. I blinked awake, my panties still soaked from the night before, my puffy lips aching with unmet need. Groggy and embarrassed by how wet I was, I padded to the door in just an oversized t-shirt that barely covered my ass. When I opened it, my breath caught hard in my throat.

Jax stood there, tall and devastating in a simple black shirt and jeans, his wicked smile nowhere in sight this time. Instead his eyes dragged slowly down my bare legs before snapping back up, dark with something that looked a lot like hunger. My c**t pulsed instantly at the sight of him, a fresh rush of slick heat flooding my already messy p***y. He was here. In my doorway. Mia must have sent him to check on me after my tearful call last night. She thought I just needed company after catching Alex cheating. She had no clue I’d been obsessively fingering myself since yesterday thinking about her brother’s huge c**k.

“Jax…” I whispered, my voice breathy and needy before I could stop myself. I shifted my weight, feeling my bare thighs slide together, my swollen lips parting slickly under the thin fabric of my panties. I wanted him so badly it hurt. I took a small, clumsy step forward, my foot catching on the doorframe like the awkward mess I always became around him. I nearly tripped into his chest, my hard n*****s brushing his shirt through my thin tee. The scent of him, clean, masculine, and dangerous, made my head spin.

His hand shot out to steady me, fingers gripping my waist a second too long, his thumb pressing just under the hem of my shirt like he was fighting the urge to slide higher. I saw the way his jaw tightened, the flicker of raw lust in his eyes as they dropped to my chest, then lower, like he could smell how wet I was for him. For one dizzy second, I thought he might push me inside, shove me against the wall, and finally give me what I’d been craving.

But then he pulled back sharply, dropping his hand like I’d burned him.

"Mia said I should check upon you." He said, trying to look anywhere but in my direction.

"Why will she do that?" I asked like ibdont already know why.

"Your eyes... they are swollen, that's the reason." He said.

"But what if the reason was truly you." I foolishly said while trying to place my hand on his already visibly hard d**k.

“You need to stop this,” he said, voice low and rough, almost strained. His eyes were still locked on my thighs, though, like he couldn’t help himself. “Stop harassing me, Lulu. You’re too young. And you’re my little sister’s best friend. Nothing can happen between us. Ever.”

The words hit like ice water, but they only made my p***y clench harder, a humiliating gush of fresh arousal soaking my panties even more. I bit my lip, cheeks blazing with that familiar, crushing embarrassment. He was rejecting me again, right to my face, yet his body language screamed the opposite, the way his c**k was starting to strain against his jeans, the way his hands flexed at his sides like he wanted to grab me and ruin me anyway.

“It’s for your own good,” he added, quieter this time, almost like he was reminding himself. His gaze flicked down once more, lingering on the hem of my shirt where it teased the curve of my ass. I could feel my wetness starting to trickle down my inner thigh now, visible if he looked hard enough. The shame of it, standing here dripping for a man who kept pushing me away while clearly wanting me made my head spin and my c**t throb even harder.

I opened my mouth to beg, to say something clumsy and desperate, but he was already turning away, shoulders tense.

“Tell Mia I checked on you,” he muttered, not even looking back as he walked down the path.

Should I grab him and r**e him? Not like I could, I was clearly too small like he said. But he was wrong about me, I am not that small, I can handle him even better than those lazy whores of his.

"Try to take a shower, and do somethabout my project." The bastard said and left.

The door clicked shut behind me, and I slid down it slowly, legs spreading on the floor as my hand slipped between my thighs again. My fingers found my soaked, puffy lips instantly, parting them with a wet sound while I replayed every word, every hungry look. The rejection burned, and the embarrassment made me want to cry… but it only made me wetter. I was going to have him. No matter how many times he said no, no matter how much shame flooded me every time he pushed me away.

Jax’s massive c**k was going to be mine. I just had to keep trying.