I can only shiver again in response.
He slides out of me so he can pull me upright and plaster my back to his chest. "Are you okay?" he whispers in my ear, brushing his fingers lightly over my neck. "Do you want to stop?"
I immediately shake my head. "Don't stop, that felt amazing. I think it was just because I didn't see you all week."
He hums thoughtfully in my ear. “Were you horny for me, baby girl?” When I whimper and nod my head, he nips at my earlobe. “You didn’t touch yourself?”
That orgasm must've destroyed all of my self-consciousness because when before I would've blushed and hid from the question, now I just shake my head.
Not that I need to tell Jax this when his dick is still covered in my release, but Steve always frowned on masturbation. I think he thought of it as cheating, or as a sign that he couldn't satisfy me. He caught me doing it one time and didn't talk to me for two days.
Jax runs his nose along my cheek. “Hmm. Let’s remedy that.”
He takes my hand and guides it down the front of my body. With his fingers covering mine, he presses against my clit and slowly starts to move in circles. And even though I just came, the combination of Jax’s touch and him telling me to play with myself is already making my body heat again.
“Don’t stop,” he says in my ear. He pulls his hand away from mine and goes back to holding me by the hips, a pleased sound rumbling through his chest when I do as he says.
“Look at how pretty you are,” he murmurs in appreciation. His words cause me to look down at where my fingers are moving between my thighs, but almost immediately he tips my chin up and says, “Not there. Look at yourself in the window. Look at how magnificent you are touching yourself like this.”
I jerk my head up in surprise. Sure enough, there’s a slight reflection in the massive window, enough that I can see my almost-naked body and Jax’s hungry expression over my shoulder. Our eyes meet, his lip curling in a smile when my face flushes.
“There you are,” he practically purrs. “So fucking pretty.” I see and feel his lips dropping to my neck, laying kisses on my skin and along my shoulder.
I moan at the contact and drop my head back against his chest. My fingers automatically start to move faster, the erotic sights and sounds and sensations already spiking the pleasure inside me higher than it’s ever been before.
“Put two fingers in, baby,” he instructs. I do it eagerly, craving exactly this kind of dominance. I feel his growl against my back when my fingers sink inside me easily. His grip tightens on my hips. “Do you know how many times I thought about you this week? How many times I touched myself to the thought of you like this?”
At the feel of his cock grinding into my ass, Jax’s words finally register. My eyes shoot to his in the window’s reflection.
“How many—” I swallow roughly and try again. “How many times did you touch yourself?”
A grin stretches across his face. His lips trace over the shell of my ear, teasing me because he knows I wouldn’t have made myself ask that question if I wasn’t dying to know the answer.
“Every morning when I woke up without your ass pressed against my cock,” he says, his lips continuing their lazy path. “And every night when I had to go to sleep without first burying my face in your sweet pussy and making you scream my name.”
“Jax,” I gasp. I add another finger inside, the sounds of my arousal loud in the empty apartment. Normally, I would be mortified by the fact that I’m this wet and making this much noise, but between the orgasm that’s threatening to take me under and Jax controlling the scene, there’s not an ounce of me that cares right now.
But just when my breaths start to quicken and the pleasure starts to crest, Jax grabs my hand and pauses my movements. My eyes meet his in surprise.
“That orgasm belongs to me,” he growls. “Put your hands back on the window for me, baby.” I do as he says, so desperate for release that I can feel my legs shaking. I automatically arch my back for him.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. His hand caresses my ass and thighs in appreciation. I’m too close to the window and too far gone in my lust to see what he’s doing, but then I hear his groan. “Fuck, you’re so wet. That was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” Then without another word, he slides inside me.
My head drops between my shoulder blades as the pleasure roars to a bonfire in the span of only a second. Jax's thrusts aren't fast, but they're hard and they feel like they touch every nerve ending.
"Lift your head up," he says darkly. "Look out at the city while I fuck you."
I gasp and raise my head, looking out at the quaint neighborhood of South Philadelphia. It's 6:00pm, just light enough that the city lamps aren't on yet and light enough that people would definitely be able to see us if they looked up.
"Do you think anyone can see you right now? Is anyone watching you get fucked?" I feel Jax reach around and tug down the cups of my camisole, exposing my breasts to the city. For some reason, that's the thing that suddenly makes me feel truly naked.
Another orgasm threatens to roll me under.
With both hands, Jax reaches around to tease me. He alternates between rolling the hard tips between his fingers and making me gasp with a hard pinch.
"I bet if anyone looked up here right now, they'd be torn between wanting to suck these rosy nipples and wanting to take my place behind you. I bet they'd love to be the one pounding into your sweet cunt right now."
His words are enough to ignite a second orgasm. I cry out in surprise as it overtakes me, Jax muttering a quietfuck yesas he speeds up his thrusts.