Thin Walls Loud Moans: Chapter 2

JAX

The second I shut the door on that girl, I knew Mia was still up.

I could feel her through the wall — that heavy, frustrated silence that always followed when she listened to me fuck someone else. My cock was still slick from the other girl's pussy, but it was already hardening again, thick and heavy between my legs, because I knew what Mia was doing right now.

I pressed my forehead against the shared wall, heart hammering in my chest. My pulse was racing. My body was on fire just thinking about her.

Then I knocked. Three slow, heavy raps that echoed through both our apartments.

"I know you're touching yourself right now, Mia," I said, voice low and rough, barely controlled. "I heard you moaning my name when she was screaming on my cock. I heard every desperate sound you made."

A sharp little gasp came from her side. Then nothing but silence. But it was the kind of silence that meant she was listening. That meant I had her full attention.

I smirked, wrapping my fist around my throbbing dick and giving it one slow, lazy stroke. My cock was hard as steel. Fully erect and aching. Pre-cum was already leaking from the tip.

"You jealous, baby? Every time I bring a girl home and wreck her cunt, you lie there with your legs spread like a desperate little whore, fucking yourself to the sound of me ruining someone else. Does it make you crazy? Does it drive you insane knowing that could be you screaming like that?"

I heard her breath hitch. The sound of her shifting on the bed. Then the soft creak of her mattress as she adjusted her position.

"Yeah… that's what I thought," I growled, my voice dripping with confidence and raw desire. "You're soaked, aren't you? Your pussy's probably dripping down your thighs right now, clenching around your fingers because they're not enough. Because you want my cock stretching you open. Because you want something real. Something thick. Something that can actually fill you up the way you need."

A broken whimper slipped through the wall. Music to my fucking ears. The sound made my cock twitch in my hand.

I started moving my fist faster, stroking myself with more intensity. My breathing was getting heavier. My muscles were tensing.

"I've been listening to you too, you know," I continued, voice dropping even lower into dangerous territory. "Every night. Every single fucking night. The way you try to stay quiet but can't help yourself. The way you moan my name when you cum like I'm the dirtiest little secret you keep. The way your bed creaks when you're fucking yourself desperate. You want me to come over there right now, don't you? Want me to kick your door down and bury my face between those pretty thighs."

I could hear her breathing getting faster. Shallower. More desperate.

"I'd eat that dripping pussy until you're grinding on my tongue and begging me for more. I'd suck on your swollen clit so hard you'd squirt all over my mouth. I'd lick every inch of you. Taste every drop of your sweet juice. Make you cum on my face over and over again until you're too sensitive to take it anymore."

I paused, letting the image hang between us.

"Then I'd flip you over, smack that juicy ass until it's red and stinging and burning. I'd watch it jiggle with each hit. Then I'd shove every thick inch of this hard cock inside you in one go. No mercy. No easing you in. Just pure, raw fucking."

"Jax…" she breathed, voice shaky and needy and so fucking hot.

Hearing my name like that from her made my balls tighten. Made my cock pulse with need.

"Say it again," I demanded, voice rough with want. "Tell me how fucking wet you are right now. Tell me your fingers are sliding in and out of that sloppy cunt right now. Tell me how much you want me."

There was a wet, obscene sound on her side — the unmistakable noise of her fingers pumping into her soaked pussy. The sound was clear through the thin wall. Loud. Desperate. Real.

"I'm… I'm dripping," she whispered, embarrassed and horny as hell. Her voice was shaking. "I can't stop… I've never been this wet… I'm soaking the sheets… my fingers can barely keep up…"

"Good girl," I praised, voice thick with lust. My hand was moving faster on my cock now. "Keep fucking yourself. But don't you dare cum yet. If you cum before I say so, I'm walking over there, bending you over that bed, and spanking your ass raw before I fuck you stupid. I'm going to make you regret it."

She moaned louder, the wet sounds growing faster, sloppier, more desperate.

"I've wanted to ruin you for months," I confessed, breathing harder, my voice raw with honesty and desire. "Ever since you moved in. I jerk off thinking about how tight you'd feel around my cock. How you'd scream when I bottom out inside you. How you'd beg for more. How you'd let me use every hole like my personal fucktoy. How your little body would look covered in my cum."

"Fuck… Jax…" she whimpered, clearly right on the edge of losing control completely.

I could hear how close she was to breaking. The desperate little gasps. The frantic wet noises. The way her breathing was almost hysterical. It was driving me insane. Making me want to lose my mind.

"My cock is throbbing so fucking hard right now," I growled into the wall, stroking myself faster. "It's leaking for you. Pre-cum is dripping all over my hand because I'm thinking about you. About what I'm going to do to you when I finally get my hands on you. I want to paint your walls with my cum. Want to fill you up until it's leaking out of your used pussy for days. Want to mark you as mine."

She was panting now. Whining. Desperate. So close to the edge she could probably taste it.

"Not yet," I warned, my voice sharp and commanding. "Hold it. Don't you dare cum without permission. I want you shaking and desperate when I finally touch you. I want you begging for my cock. Begging me to fill you up."

The tension between us was thick enough to choke on. The wall felt paper-thin. One wrong move and I was going to break it down and take what we'd both been craving for months. My hand was moving faster on my cock. Faster. Harder. I was so close to losing control.

"Keep listening to me," I commanded. "Keep your fingers inside that pretty pussy but don't move them. Just hold them there while you listen to me stroke my big cock. Feel how hard I am for you. Feel how much I want you."