The moment Rue walked towards my door, I followed her and locked the door before her and leaned against it for a few minutes.
I walked to my bed and lay in the dark, my eyes were still and open, staring at the ceiling as if it held the answers to my torment. Sleep refused to come. No matter how hard I tried to shut my eyes, her face appeared soft, innocent, and far too beautiful for me to forget. I could still smell her on my fingers, a faint sweetness that clung to me like a curse.
Every detail of that evening kept on replaying in my head. The way she smelled when I leaned down close to her, the way she looked up at me whenever I spoke, the way her dimples showed even without the effort of a smile, the way her lips parted when she looked up at me. As if she had no idea how dangerous her presence is to me.
She was innocent yet unknowingly tempting in a way that no woman had ever been to me before.
I asked her to come and study in my room for the sole reason of monitoring how bad she could be. I've been using the same charm for most girls, and it worked for me to get my way into their pants. But I can believe how she got away with that dripping pussy.
My body had been on fire from the moment she stepped into this room. And when I noticed the dampness on her seat, when I realized what it really was, it nearly broke my last thread of control. It wasn't blood. No. It was her pussy juice. It was her body responding to me, to my presence, the thought alone made my Rue-obsessed hard dick even harder and that pained me a lot.
I know my dick must have been disappointed in me that night. This is the first time I got in between him and what he wants.
I turned onto my side, restless. My breathing deepened as my mind replayed the way her thighs shifted, the faint hitch in her breath when my head was too close. Her innocence had not hidden the truth; her body was awake, responding, trembling.
I could have had her right there. The thought sank deep into my chest, heavy and wild. If i had leaned down, if i had kissed her sexy ass lips, I knew she would not have stopped me. The way her lashes trembled, she had been ready, even with that innocent look. Maybe she even shaved for me.
My cock circled at the memory, hardening with a force that had me grunt louder. She had no idea what she had done to me. no idea how close I was to losing myself. The heat in my stomach now was the same as it had been when she sat right before me in that chair.
I closed my eyes, imagining her just for a moment. My hands grabbing her by the waist, pulling her against me. Her lips opening under mine, hesitant at first, then eager as i devoured her mouth. Her thighs parted for me, shaking like they did earlier as I slid my fingers between them.
The wetness I saw would have made my fingers hot and slippery, proof of how much she wanted me. the sound she would make, the gasp, the moan when i push inside her for the first time.
I wanted to ruin her innocence, to brand myself into her so deeply she would never forget my touch. The hunger was raw, dangerous. It scared me, because I knew once I have her, I wouldn't be able to stop.
But I didn't touch her. I held myself back with a strength I didn't know I possessed. Instead of bending her on the edge of my bed. Like every thought demanded, I walked away. I chose restraint, even though my entire body, especially my dick is mad at me.
I kept on wondering how she got the better of me. I mean I'm Rogers, and she went out of the Eden untouched. I never thought for a day that this is possible. "What's so special about her".
Why? I didn't know. Maybe it was because she deserved better than a stolen, reckless moment. Maybe it was because somewhere deep down, I wanted her to give herself to me willingly, with open eyes.
Still, it didn't make the burning in my chest go away. My cock throbbed painfully as I lay in the dark, fighting against the images that haunted me. I wanted to be the kind of man who could protect her, who could stand between her and the world. But I was also the man who wanted to bend her over the bed and fuck the virginity out of her.
That was killing me.
My hand slid down, unthinking, gripping myself through my pants. It was hard, so damn hard that it hurt to move. With a groan, I squeezed myself, my hips arching to the touch. I imagined it was her small hand instead, awkward, shy, but eager to please.
A sharp breath left my lips as i stroked myself, slowly at first, then harder. My mind fed me visions: her wetness soaking me, her voice crying out my name, her busty tits in my mouth, her soaking pussy wrapped around my hungry ass dick.
"Fuck…" I whispered in the night, my teeth gritted.
I pumped myself harder, my body starving for the need I denied earlier. Every sound that left me was filled with her name, every thought tied to the image of her flushed face and trembling thighs.
When it was over, I lay back, sweat cooling on my skin. The cum gave me no peace. Instead, it made my hunger worse, because i knew my hand was nothing compared to her.
Staring at the ceiling, I whispered a silent promise. "I had resisted tonight. But if fate brought her close again, if she sat before me with that same innocence, if she looked at me with those wide, unguarded eyes, I wouldn't be able to stop myself".
"I would take her. Slowly, completely. I would make her mine".
"And once i have her, there will be no turning back."
"But I still have to keep being the Jordan Rogers she saw today, the calm and responsible one".
I stood up on the bed and cleansed myself and sprinkled water on my face. The reflection in the mirror was of a brave and furious-looking young man who everybody in the school feared, but what I saw was a weak ass boy who narrowly controlled himself against a very young adult.
I went to my reading desk to try and take my mind off her and read, but the moment i saw that seat, out of control, I knelt in front of it and kept on sniffing it till my dick went hard again.
I tried not to mind my cock, I took my dining chair and sat on it to read, but every page in the book was blurred, my mind still thinking of her and my dick was driving me to more nasty imaginations. With a frustrated sigh, I closed the book and shoved it inside my drawer.
Stripping down, I got into the shower and took another cold shower to ease myself down and hopefully it worked.
I lay on the bed, motivating myself to wake up in the morning like nothing had happened. I wish I could.