Jax was on Astrid the second those words left her lips. His mouth crushed hers as his hands slid her panties down her legs, leaving them to dangle off her left ankle. I just smirked as I trailed my gaze up her legs, my vision of the special spot between her legs blocked by Jax's eager hand. I felt my blood heat and my pants tighten as Astrid writhed and whimpered under Jax.

I walked around the bed and pushed  Astrid down so her back touched the bed. I ran my hands up her abdomen and traced my fingertips over her chest, pulling her bra down, my thumbs lightly brushing her nipples. She moaned and tried arching her back again but I held her down.

"Beg." Her head snapped up at the sound of my voice. She whined as Jax stood back, both of us removing all touch from her. "Beg."

"I-"

"You what? You want something, you ask for it. Since you didn't ask, you have to beg. Beg me." Her eyes widened and she shot a pleading look towards Jax. I grabbed her jaw and turned her head to me. "I said beg me, not him. If you disrespect me like that again, you won't get shit. Now beg."

"I- please?" She averted her eyes and blushed.

"That was pitiful. Try again."

"Please touch me." I regarded her and contemplated making her actually beg for what she wanted. Her pathetic attempts were cute but no where near acceptable.

"You'll learn." She practically groaned in relief when I ran my hands over her again, letting them fall between her thighs.

I circled my fingers around her clit as my other hand held her legs open. I slid my fingers down. Fuck, she was wet. My fingers slid into her so easily. I gathered her wetness and spread it over her clit, rubbing her. I alternated between speeding up and slowing down. Her moans matched my speed, and she would whimper when I slowed down. I laughed as she began to grind her hips up to meet my hand in a sad attempt to get more pressure against her. I pushed her legs as far open as they would go and applied more pressure, rapidly circling my fingers over her. I couldn't help the sadistic smile that spread over my face as she frantically tried to move away, her moans once again becoming whimpers and whines. I lightly slapped the inside of her thigh as she struggled to close them. She tried wiggling around in a last ditch effort to get relief from my hand, but I just held her down and continued rapidly stimulating her.

"Jax? Care to take over?" His hand was on her before I could even fully move mine. I barely made it two steps before his mouth covered her and she practically screamed as two of his fingers entered her. I sat in a chair on the other side of the room and watched as she struggled, palming myself over my pants. Her whines and yelps only serving to make me harder. I couldn't decide if I wanted to gag her or make her scream.

"I- I need to-" I wanted to tell her how pathetic it was that she couldn't form a single sentence. We were barely touching her.

"What do you need, Angel?"

"To cum!"

"Are you asking me or telling me?" She yelped and once again tried to wiggle her way up the bed and away from Jax's mouth, only for him to tighten his hold on her and keep her right where he had her.

"Asking! Asking, please?"

"Please what? What are you asking for?" Her back arched off the bed, her hands balling up. She frantically began to grind against Jax, her chest heaving as she struggled to breathe.

"To cum! Please, pleasepleaseplease!" Good, she was already learning. I nodded.

"Go ahead." It was fucking beautiful, watching her. Her eyes closed, back arched, legs drawn up, toes curled. She threw her head back and crushed the comforter in her fingers, a loud moan leaving her parted lips. I wanted her to orgasm again and again if it meant I could watch her, could see that again.

Jax took a step back, his eyes tracing her before he turned to me. "I'm going to change the sheets, can you clean her up?" I nodded and lifted her off the bed, carrying her to the bathroom. 

I couldn't keep my eyes from roaming over her again. Her skin was slightly sweaty, her chest still rising and falling quickly as she panted. Her black curls were all over the place, eyes bright. She was glowing. I couldn't wait to mark her with bruises and hickies. I wanted her soft skin painted with my handprints. I made a mental note to ask her how she felt about pain, but now wasn't the time. Now was the time to shower her in affection and treat her like a princess.

"How about a bath?"

A/N: This was so hard to write oml. I've never written anything like this tho, so it'll get better :)