He could tell he was getting close, but she was still staring at him, eyes wide, urging him on. So, trying to distract himself, he turned his attention to his physical self, only to discover that his physical self was in the bathroom of his hotel room, hard as a rock, thoroughly distracted by what parallel Jack was currently doing. The mutual looking at each other caused a bit of a feed-back loop so parallel Jack had to turn his attention elsewhere. He looked at Madison, but the sight of her frantically frigging herself while staring opened mouthed at his cock pistoning in and out of Miranda's mouth only drove him closer to the edge.
When he thought about the desecration of his home, the anger that surfaced just cause his thrusts to become more forceful. Eventually he just gave into it and stared at Miranda's face, looking into those pools of darkness, wondering how someone's eyes could dilate so wide in bright light.
