CHAPTER XI #8
He drops my wrists and put his hands on my hips, facing me towards the large mirror that takes up the full wall behind the bed.
I look back at him in the reflection, confusion now lining my brows as he grins and takes a commanding stance behind me.
Keane’s brown eyes hold mine in the mirror, his palms snaking around my sides until he cups my breasts perfectly.
“It was never a game for me either, Alexis,” he says behind my neck, making me shiver, “and it isn’t now. But you’re not the only one who sees others trying to catch a glimpse…”
I lean back into his hold, watching and feeling him take both of my nipples in his fingers before he gives them a hard tug.
“I will make you see, Alexis.”
“Keane,” I shake my head in amusement before his lips find my shoulder. He nips at it playfully, tugging at my nipples as my body flushes in his arms.
“Any other woman would have been jealous tonight,” he glances up from my shoulder, “but you enjoyed it.”
“I did,” I exhale slowly.
Keane takes the lace straps of my bralette in his fingers, fiddling with them casually before he starts to pull them slowly down my shoulders.
I reach my hands behind me, arching my chest for him as I grab his hips and pull his lower body against mine.
Keane presses his cock right against my ass before he pulls my bralette down in a swift move.
I gasp at the quickness of it, watching my bare breasts perk in the mirror as they wait for his hands to find them again.
“You like knowing that she’ll never have me, don’t you Alexis?” he whispers.
His hands run slowly up my stomach before they grab my breasts again, tugging on my nipples.
“Don’t you, Alexis?”
“Yes,” I moan.
His lips come crashing down below my ear, drawing me into his mouth as I tilt my head for him with another moan.
“But you like to see her try anyways?” he nips down in a tease.
I reach for his waistband behind me, dipping my hand down in my own need as I wrap my fingers around the base of his length.
“I do,” I tug him towards me, feeling his hips thrust with my hand as he finds my nipples again.
Keane grins against my neck in approval before biting down softly, his tongue moving over the skin to soothe the small pain he knows I enjoy.
I grip his length hard, watching as his eyes dart forward in the mirror to catch my lips in the middle of a moan.
Fuck.
There’s something about him watching me.
Something about my nearly bare body in front of the reflection that’s doing all sorts of wicked things to me.
Keane takes my neck under his lips again as his eyes find mine, his tongue and teeth playing in perfect harmony until I’m swaying my hips against his.
His hands move slowly down my breasts, loving the way my body responds, until his fingers take the bralette in the middle of my stomach and he drags the lace to my center.
It’s slow torture, the way he’s moving now, the rough of his hands and lips mixed with the soft of the lace against my skin. I watch in anticipation as he takes both pieces in his hands and then glides them even slower down my thighs, exposing my naked body to him completely. To us.
Keane releases my neck and slowly begins to trail kisses down my shoulder, taking his time before he starts to make his way down my back.
The gentle touch has me gripping his length hard behind me, feeling it throb in my palm before I start the smallest of rhythms. Keane lets out a soft groan but continues his kisses down my spine, his lips so near to my rear that I have to let go of him with a sigh.
He nips the sharp curve in greeting before reaching out for the lace in the middle of my thighs, once again pulling it down. Slowly.
Ancients. What is he doing?
This leisurely way in which he’s touching me is making me want him even more.
I shift in my stance, not surprised to feel that heavy ache between my thighs.
I’m dripping, watching as his hands move slowly back up the inside of my legs, his calloused palms rough against the softness of my skin as his brown eyes sparkle back at me in the mirror.
He stands up just after his lips fall back on the curve of my ass, giving it another nip.
I jump at the sharpness and watch Keane chuckle, his hands roaming closer towards my hips as he trails more kisses up my back.
I can’t stop watching.
I see my whole body flushing for him, see the way my legs spread for this man before his hands dip low to push them apart. He does this to me, commands my body so perfectly, and now he’s making me watch how well he controls it.
“This is…”
I shake my head in a shallow breath, not finding the proper words as I look at the two of us in the mirror.
Keane chuckles again, bringing his lips to my shoulder and then under my ear as he replies.
“This is what I see when you’re under me, Alexis.”
Fuck me.
His hands immediately cover my heat, one caressing my folds while the other moves over my clit.
“What other men wish they could see when they look at you.”
His lips crash back down on the side of my neck.
I let out a small cry and bring my hands up to his head, running my fingers through his hair before I pull him down harder.
Keane’s fingers reach for my entry, grinning at the wetness waiting for him there before he draws it up to my center.
I watch my body twitch in response, watch as my hips move back into his cock, willing him to get closer, to enter me.
But Keane keeps himself perfectly pressed against my back, holding me in place as he lets his hands and lips continue their torture.
And it is torture, because I understand what he’s doing now…
He’s taking his sweet time, making sure that I see every single one of his movements on my body.
Every one of my own movements in reaction to him.
He’s capitalizing on the wait and anticipation, making me watch as I’m edged to that perfect high.
I can hardly contain myself just looking at him, can hardly keep still as I watch his smug face and perfect hands move between my legs like they were made to do nothing else.
“Eyes on mine, Alexis,” his lips pull away from my neck as I try to steady my breath.
I tear my gaze away from his hands and pull on his hair again. Keane stares me down, kissing my shoulder softly before he plunges a finger swiftly inside. I moan and tip my head against his, my full body shuddering as he holds me to his body, the two of us watching my lips part in a soft cry.
“Keane,” I whimper.
The King smiles in the mirror and pulls out, only to thrust two back in, harder this time.
“Did you still want to step a toe across that line, trouble?”
His voice is hoarse as he curls his fingers inside me, hitting that perfect spot as I close my eyes to the pure pleasure of him. I sag back into his chest with an easy nod, knowing I’d let him take my body to new heights without any hesitation.
“Say it, Alexis.”
Keane’s tongue licks at the back of my shoulder before his teeth come down again, pumping his fingers in deep. I open my eyes to the fire behind his voice, catching his other hand skimming up my stomach before he takes my breast in a full grasp and squeezes.
“Fuck,” I moan loudly.
“That’s not what I want to hear,” he chuckles, tugging on my nipple. “I need to hear you say the word, Alexis.”
Ancients, this man.
His fingers pull out and pump back in, like he can draw the answer out of me from within.
“Yes,” the word falls from my lips. “Yes to the line. You know I do, Keane.”
The King smirks against my neck as he thrusts his fingers higher, hitting every single fucking nerve in my lower body.
“Then get on your knees, Alexis,” he whispers, pulling out swiftly.
My eyes dart to his, feeling the hollowness between my thighs and the command behind his words.
Keane chuckles in pure wickedness and wraps both of his hands around mine, pulling them from his head before he takes a step back.
I watch him in small confusion until his eyes flick to the ground before us in another demand.
Dear. Fucking. Ancients.
Somebody help me.
Keane’s hands reach for the braid at my back as I take a small step forward.
He tugs at the tie with a smirk, pulling my head slightly back as he runs his fingers through my hair and lets it fall out in a soft wave across my shoulders.
I watch in anticipation as his strong hands run down my neck and then to my shoulders, pushing ever so roughly until I’m falling to the ground on my knees.
The cold floor sends a shock through my pounding heart. My breaths turn ragged, my chest rising faster with each shaking breath as Keane reaches for his riding pants and starts to pull them down, his eyes never leaving mine.
Fuck, he’s the most perfect man I’ve ever seen.
The full of him, from the mischievous look behind his eyes down to his broad shoulders and chest, to the muscles in his abdomen that lead perfectly below.
His strong legs take a commanding step forward before his hands come to my hair again, holding my head perfectly between his thighs as his thick length waits for me.
I moan, bringing my own hands to the back of his thighs as I look up at him with a fire,
knowing his intent. Keane’s hard gaze finds mine as he fists his hands in my hair and draws me forward, his voice once again demanding.
“Take me, Alexis.”
My nails sink into the backs of his thighs.
“Take me and watch yourself. Watch me. Watch what your mouth does to me.”
I turn my head to the side, eyes wide as he does the same, the two of us looking at each other in pure lust from the mirror.
Keane nods as I bring a slightly shaking hand to the base of his length and curl my fingers around it.
I watch myself as I let the tip of him press against my lips, feeling that tug between my thighs pull so violently that I have to fill the void, wrapping myself around him as I draw him fully into my mouth.