Thin Walls Loud Moans: Chapter 3

MIA

I couldn't take it anymore.

Jax's filthy words were still burning in my ears, his deep voice describing exactly how he'd ruin me, and my pussy was so wet it was embarrassing. My thighs were slick with my juices. My clit was throbbing like a second heartbeat, pulsing with need. My fingers were buried deep inside me, moving frantically, but they felt pathetic now — nowhere near enough after hearing him talk like that. After hearing him confess that he'd been listening to me all along.

I was shaking. Literally trembling from head to toe.

"Fuck this," I whispered, pulling my soaked fingers out with a wet sound that made me blush even harder. The reality of what I was about to do was hitting me. This was really happening.

I didn't even bother putting on panties.

I yanked the oversized t-shirt down just enough to cover my ass and stormed out of my apartment on bare feet, my heart slamming against my ribs like it was trying to escape my chest. The hallway was dark and quiet and empty. My nipples were rock hard, poking obviously against the thin fabric of my shirt. My pussy was dripping down my inner thighs with every step I took. I could feel my wetness coating my skin.

I didn't knock.

I banged on his door like I was angry. Because I was angry — angry that he'd been tormenting me for months, angry that I'd become this desperate, dripping mess because of him, angry that I'd wasted so much time listening through walls when I could've been feeling him inside me.

The door swung open immediately. Like he'd been waiting right there. Like he knew I was coming.

Jax stood there in nothing but a pair of black boxers, his massive erection straining against the fabric so hard I thought the fabric might tear. The head of his thick cock was peeking out the waistband, glistening with pre-cum. His body was a work of art — muscular, strong, powerful. His chest was broad and sculpted. His abs were defined. His shoulders were huge.

But it was his eyes that made me stop breathing.

They were dark, hungry, almost feral as they raked over my body. Like a predator studying his prey. Like he was about to consume me.

We stared at each other for half a second. One moment of electric tension before everything exploded.

Then we collided.

His mouth crashed into mine like he'd been starving for me for years. Like I was air and he was drowning. There was nothing gentle about it — it was all teeth and tongue and raw, primal need. He tasted like sin and sex and pure masculine energy. His lips were soft but demanding. His tongue pushed into my mouth aggressively, claiming me.

His big hands grabbed my ass, lifting me off the ground like I weighed nothing, pulling me against his body. I could feel his hard cock grinding against my bare, soaked pussy through his boxers, and the sensation was incredible. I moaned into his mouth as he walked us straight to his bedroom without breaking the kiss.

He threw me onto his bed like I was a toy, and I landed in a heap of limbs. The t-shirt rode up around my waist, exposing my dripping pussy completely to his hungry gaze. I didn't try to cover myself. I wanted him to see.

Jax's eyes darkened even further as he looked at me — really looked at me — standing at the edge of the bed.

"Jesus Christ, Mia," he breathed, voice rough and raw with desire. "Look at how fucking wet you are. Your cunt is glistening. It's fucking beautiful."

I should've been embarrassed by how exposed I was, how vulnerable, how desperate I looked. But I wasn't. I was past embarrassment. I was past shame. I was done hiding.

I spread my legs wider, letting him see absolutely everything. Letting him see how wet I was. How swollen. How ready.

"Because of you," I whispered, voice shaking with need and want and months of pent-up desire. "I've been like this for months because of you. Every single night. Listening to you fuck other girls while I touched myself wishing it was you."

He made a sound like a growl, like an animal, like he was losing control.

He dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, yanked my thighs apart roughly, and buried his face between my legs without any warning or hesitation.

The first swipe of his hot tongue over my swollen clit made me scream so loud I was sure the neighbors heard.

"Oh my fucking god— Jax! Yes!"

He ate me like a man possessed. Like a man who had been waiting months for this. No teasing. No mercy. He sucked my clit into his mouth hard, licked broad, firm stripes through my folds, and pushed his tongue deep inside me like he was trying to fuck me with it. The wet, obscene sounds of him devouring my pussy filled the entire room and made my face burn with shame and pleasure.

I grabbed his hair with both hands, grinding against his face shamelessly, lost in the sensation.

"Yes— fuck, just like that," I moaned, voice breaking with emotion and pleasure. "I've wanted your mouth on me for so long— I've dreamed about this— about you—"

He growled against my pussy, and the vibration of the sound made my eyes roll back in my head. Two thick fingers pushed inside me suddenly, curling hard against that sensitive spot deep inside that made me see stars and lose my mind.

He sucked my clit harder, faster, pumping his fingers deep and fast while I thrashed on his bed like I was possessed.

My orgasm built quickly. Faster than I expected.

The pressure inside me kept building and building until I felt like I was going to explode.

I came violently, shaking from the intensity.

My back arched off the mattress as I screamed his name loud enough to wake the dead. My thighs clamped around his head, trapping him against my pussy. Hot juices gushed over his tongue and fingers. I was shaking. Crying. Completely overwhelmed by how good it felt.

He didn't stop. He kept licking and fingering me through every single wave of pleasure until I was shaking uncontrollably and crying from how intense it was. He kept going until I was begging him to stop because it was too much.

When I finally went limp, completely spent and exhausted, he rose over me. His lips and chin were shiny and wet with my cum. His eyes were wild and dark and hungry.

"You taste even better than I imagined," he rasped, his voice hoarse. "Better than all those months of wondering. Better than my dreams."

He shoved his boxers down roughly, impatient.

His cock sprang free — thick, long, and rock hard, the head angry and red and leaking pre-cum. It was even bigger than I'd imagined through the wall. It was huge. It looked like it might not even fit inside me. My pussy clenched at the thought.

He climbed on top of me, pinning my wrists above my head with one strong hand. His body was heavy on top of mine. Warm. The head of his cock nudged against my soaked entrance, sliding through my folds teasingly, coating itself in my juices.

"Tell me you want this," he growled, eyes locked on mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. "Tell me you want me to fuck you raw. Tell me you want me to ruin you like I promised."

I was trembling, desperate, completely broken by months of wanting him.

"Please, Jax," I begged, lifting my hips toward him, trying to pull him closer. "Fuck me. Ruin me. I don't care anymore — just fuck me. I need you inside me. Please."

He groaned like he was in pain, like hearing me beg was the hottest thing he'd ever experienced.

Then he pushed forward.

The thick head of his cock stretched me open, inch by inch, forcing my tight pussy to accommodate his size. It was a stretch. A good stretch. A stretch that made me feel full and taken. He bottomed out slowly with a deep, satisfied groan that rumbled through his chest and into mine.

We both moaned loudly at the same time.

He was so deep. So fucking thick and long. I felt impossibly full, stretched to my limit, and it was perfect. It was everything I'd imagined and more.

Jax buried his face in my neck, breathing hard against my skin.

"Fuck… you're tighter than I dreamed," he rasped against my ear. "This pussy was made for me. It fits me like a glove. Like you were built for me."

Then he started moving.

Slow at first. Deep, grinding strokes that made me feel every single inch of him. The restraint was killing him. I could feel it in the way his muscles tensed. In the way he was breathing heavily. But the restraint didn't last long.

Soon he was fucking me harder, faster, with more intensity. The wet slap of his hips against my ass echoed through the room. The bed was creaking beneath our combined weight. The headboard started slamming against the wall — the same wall we'd been teasing each other through for months of torture.

And this time, I was the one screaming his name.