CHAPTER VIII #9
The Prince grins and fingers the fabric of my slip, hand skimming against the inside of my thigh as he teases and tugs it up just slightly.
“Only if you watch my hand, Alexis.”
Both of our eyes instantly dart down between my legs, the two of us watching as his hand inches under my slip. I roll my hips towards his touch in another demand, the Prince chuckling in response and pulling on my wrists to keep me in place.
“Keane,” I groan in frustration, hating the slow torture, “stop teasing.”
His answering smirk is so cocky and arrogant that I moan in anticipation.
His lips come back down to bite on my nipple, the sharp sting sending a flush of heat straight to my core just as he thrusts his hips up.
He swiftly grabs my slip and pulls it up past my thighs, a curse falling from his lips when looks down at the view.
“Fuck, that’s a pretty sight, Alexis,” he groans, hand moving back down between my legs as his thumb reaches for my clit, “is this what you want, trouble? Because I’m prepared to give it to you all night.”
“Yes!” I cry when he rubs against my clit, “fuck, Keane, don’t stop.”
The Prince grins and brings another finger down my slit, his touch easily catching the wet slickness that has been waiting for him since he stood up from his chair.
“Ancients, you’re ready for me,” he groans in approval.
I moan and let my head fall onto his shoulder, watching as he teases my entry while his thumb continues to rub against my clit.
“Please…” I close my eyes with a whimper.
“So pretty when you beg, Alexis.”
My body teeters on the edge as my hips rock even more. I grind into his cock, moans slipping from my lips as I desperately try to find a release that’s been building too fast.
“You stopped watching,” he says in mock disappointment, head turning against mine as his teeth nip against my neck. I groan and push my hips into his hand again, biting down on his shoulder in both frustration and desire and willing my eyes to open.
“There you go, trouble,” he groans, “watch me as I take you.”
He thrusts a finger in deep, the sight of it disappearing between my thighs making me cry out loud.
“Keane!”
He pulls out and then plunges back in, the movement so aggressive that it really does feels like he’s trying to lay his claim on me. His hips thrust forward and then rock with his next pump, two fingers now stretching me in a delicious burn that makes me bite down on his shoulder again.
“Fuck me, Alexis, you’re so tight. Keep clenching me, trouble. Take what you need.”
I’m panting, my hips rocking into his thrusts as I continue to watch his hand work my body. He curls his fingers inside and smirks when I scream his name again, his arrogance repeating the movement and taking what we both deserve.
“Ancients!”
He’s good.
His fingers are starting a possessive rhythm, hand finally releasing my wrists from behind my back as they fall on the soft rug underneath me. I lean back with a grip and start grinding my hips into his palm, my breasts bouncing with every thrust of his fingers as he rocks me in his lap.
He’s too fucking good.
I’m going to come.
Keane’s free hand finds my clit and takes over for his thumb, his fingers rubbing so skillfully that they move in tandem with each of his thrusts.
“Fuck, don’t stop, Keane,” I moan, “please don’t stop.”
Keane pulls out and plunges in again, his eyes heatedly taking in my flushed body that’s arched high from my lean backwards.
His gaze drinks me in greedily, hand leaving my clit to squeeze my breast and tug at my nipple.
He grins at the full sight of me and starts moving with intensity, the constant in and out of his fingers making me tilt my head back in a cry.
I start burning under his gaze and watch as he details every single one of my reactions, the crest of my orgasm bringing me higher than I’ve ever been before.
“You’re a fucking sight, Alexis,” he groans, exactly aware of what he’s doing to my body, “the way you move for me. The sounds you make for me…”
The sight of his cocky smile makes me moan again. Keane smirks and curls his fingers once more, the movement nearly throwing me over the edge as he brings me to a trembling mess.
Ancients, I don’t know how much more I can take.
His touch and attention is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced with a man. It’s sending my body up in fucking flames.
My hips begin to move in wanton abandon, my eyes closing as he continues to play me so flawlessly. I feel my climax surfacing to the edge and try to hold it back, not wanting this moment to end.
Keane swiftly removes his fingers, his hands grabbing my hips in a quick movement that I don’t have time to realize before he’s lifting me up from his lap.
He drops me back down against the rug and pushes on my shoulders, the motion sending me falling flat on the ground as I look up at him in confusion.
He grins and reaches under my ass before sauntering forward on his knees, lifting me up and trailing kisses down the inside of my thigh before his head dips closer and closer between my legs.
“Oh no,” I moan.
“Oh yes,” his playful brown eyes meet mine, “you will come on my lips tonight, Alexis.”
Fuck me.
I close my eyes again, feeling as his hands leave my ass to grab ahold of my thighs.
He quickly parts my legs and spreads me open to him, a heavy groan falling from his lips before his tongue darts out to swipe against my clit.
I arch up violently at the touch, feeling his smirk pressing against my clit and making me cry out even more.
I frantically bring my hands to his hair and tug every time he nips on my center, his tongue rolling perfectly to soothe the sharp stings until I’m quite literally riding his face for more.
Keane brings a hand to my inner thigh, squeezing it tightly before pushing it down and away to expose me even more to him. He continues his assault, his tongue swiping up my slit before his lips take my clit into his mouth and sucks until I scream.
“Come for me, Alexis,” he demands between my legs.
His hand joins his tongue, and if I thought I was close before, it’s nothing compared to the pure ecstasy of his lips moving with the tantalizing strokes of his fingers. He sucks me hard, his tongue swiping lower just before he thrusts two fingers inside me simultaneously.
I cry out, louder than I have all night, and grasp at his hair when he pulls out and then plunges back in.
My hips move wildly as he picks up speed, moans tumbling out of me with every breath as I pant his name in praise.
The earth beneath us starts to rumble, his next thrust hitting so deep that I climax over the edge.
The feeling is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and when I sag into the ground in spent fulfillment, my body is unable to stop trembling.
Dear fucking Ancients.
I’ve never felt this good.
I swear I look like pure satisfaction laying here on the rug.
My breath is ragged in my chest as Keane continues to finger me down from my orgasm, his tongue catching every drop of wetness that spills between my thighs.
He finally pulls out and smirks when my lower body jerks in response, his lips catching the movement with a kiss and pressing down on my inner thigh to steady me.
“That was…”
I don’t even have the words.
Keane lifts his head with a grin and slowly moves to the inside of my hip, his lips planting another kiss before he does the same to my naval. He nips down sensually as I try to regain my breath, my half-hooded eyes watching as he continues to kiss towards my chest.
“I’m not done with you yet, Alexis,” he chuckles, lips pressing just under my breast.
He bites down on the bottom curve with another smirk, the sharp sting making both of my nipples harden and flush in need.
Not done?
My lust-filled brain can’t even comprehend.
I shift on the rug with a sigh and just revel in the torturous movements of his lips, feeling as my hips thrust up when he takes my nipple back into his mouth. He rolls it between his teeth and bites down hard, my whole body coming alive again as I moan in realization.
There’s no way.
Keane slowly moves his lips to my other breast, nipping against the curve again before he takes my nipple and sucks. The movement sends a new wetness between my thighs that has my body coming out of its sated relaxation and instantly demanding more.
There’s no fucking way.
Keane smirks when he feels my hips thrust into his cock, his skillful tongue tracing a path up to my collarbone and licking softly just under my neck.
He skates his teeth across my skin and bites down hard, groaning when his hand reaches back between my thighs and feels just how ready I am for him again.
“Oh Alexis, you’re such a good girl for me,” he murmurs, thrusting inside as I’m rocked on the ground.
“Ancients!”
I cry out at his new and demanding rhythm, at each perfect pump of his fingers that is greeted by an even more heated suck of his lips on my neck.
He takes both areas with such hunger that I don’t know if this second possession is for me or for him, one hand thrusting into me aggressively as the other tangles in my hair to keep my neck exposed.
He keeps me pinned beneath him in a masculine possession, his movements quickly bringing me to the edge again as I rake my nails down his back.
Keane chuckles against my neck, knowing exactly where he’s leading me, then curls his fingers in that perfect spot until I’m crying out his name like a damn Ancients prayer.
“You’re glowing, Alexis.”
Keane stands over me with a smirk, looking down at my bare body below him.