CHAPTER XI #2
Keane gives me a small smirk and moves closer, pressing his chest against mine.
“How long, Alexis?” he asks again, hands moving to the lace straps of my bralette.
“Oh.”
“Oh, indeed,” he nods, letting his fingers move down the black. He traces the straps slowly to my chest and then tugs the lace away from the curves of my breasts. His thumbs gently rub over my nipples, the touch sending another shiver down my body as they start to harden for him.
“How long, Alexis?” he repeats softly, his brown eyes never leaving mine. Keane tugs at my nipples for an answer before cupping the full of my breasts in a needy embrace.
“Since you reached Gaumond?” he asks, squeezing perfectly.
I shake my head breathlessly and bite my lip, watching as Keane’s brows dart up in surprise.
“Before Gaumond?” he tugs my nipples harder.
“Yes,” I moan.
“Then for how long?” he demands, pinching down.
I close my eyes as desire rocks through my whole body, whimpering just a little when Keane releases his hold and lays his hands flat on my chest. He moves his palms up to my collarbone in a gentle massage, his fingers grabbing the straps at my shoulders before he pulls them swiftly down my arms. He keeps pulling until the fabric bunches beneath my breasts, the lace teasing my skin before he tugs it down to my waist.
I open my eyes to watch him, watch as the Prince of Disce places a knee on the ground before me and continues to slide the lace down my body.
His other knee drops down, his head at eyeline with my naval as he pulls the bralette over the lace panties on my hips.
With a smirk of pure lust, he pulls both pieces down my thighs, his gaze staying on my heated center as I shakily lift my legs to step out of the fabric.
“Fuck, I can stare at your body all day, Alexis.”
He moves his hands deliberately slowly back up the insides of my legs, his fingers teasing my skin and leaving bumps in their wake.
I watch as his own eyes follow the path of his hands, the Prince enjoying his teasing touch and the way I move under his palms. Keane leaves one hand between my thighs while the other skims around to my ass, grabbing my rear softly in another massage before his eyes find mine with a wicked grin.
Dear Ancients.
The sight of him there, on his knees with a small smirk on his lips…
It’s going to send me to a release without needing another touch.
“How long?” he squeezes my ass again, eyes still holding mine.
His presses his thumb down on my clit and rubs, chuckling when I quickly reach down with a gasp to hold on to his shoulders.
He drops that hand and lets two of his fingers skim through my folds, his fingers teasing until they push towards my entrance.
The groan that falls from his lips is heavy with desire, his eyes coming alight as he feels the wetness waiting for him.
“I will never get over how well your body responds to me, Alexis,” he smirks, plunging his fingers inside.
“Ancients,” I moan.
Keane pulls out and slides his fingers forward, rubbing against my clit again as my nails sink into his shoulders.
I try beyond anything to hold myself upright as he moves back down and then thrusts in harder, my hips jolting in reaction and moving perfectly against his hand.
My body grinds into his palm, always wanting more, whimpers falling from my lips as I meet the rhythm of his thrusts.
“Fuck,” I moan, “fuck, Keane, I can’t tell you how good that feels.”
“You’re a fucking sight, Alexis, but I think you can take more.”
Keane’s fingers slide through my wetness before they plunge back skillfully inside.
I moan his name and gasp when I feel a third teasing to do the same, a groan falling from my lips when my feet part wider to accommodate him.
Without hesitation he pushes that third finger inside me, everything feeling so deliciously full that I tilt my head back and start riding his fingers.
“Yes, Alexis, just like that. Take what you need, trouble.”
I do as he says, holding onto his shoulders as I rock my hips into his hand.
“Tell me how long, pretty girl.”
The words tumble out of my mouth in a lusty haze.
“I bought my first set of black lace when I visited the Palisades. I was fifteen...”
Keane curls his fingers perfectly. “You lie.”
“No,” I flush down at him, catching his intense gaze before I look at his hand between my thighs.
He stops his thrusting movements but keeps his fingers so deeply rooted inside me that I can’t help but grind against them again.
Keane slaps my ass in warning, his hand quickly grabbing my hip to stop me from rocking, and sends me a look in expectance.
“Fuck, Keane,” I thrust forward, looking down at him in desperation, “it’s not a lie.”
Keane groans when one of my hands leave his shoulder to cup my breast. I squeeze it hard and tug at my nipple, giving my body what he’s denying.
“Ancients, Alexis,” he narrows his eyes on my hand as his fingers swiftly pull out and then plunge back in.
I cry out, bringing my other hand off his shoulder to grab his hair while I tug harder on my nipple. Keane curses and releases my hip to grab my ass again. He grips it tight as his fingers pull out and push back in, his hand starting a rhythm that has me grinding my hips to meet each thrust.
“I’m there,” I moan.
Fuck, I’m there.
He does this to me.
It’s too soon, but I’m already there.
Keane quickly gets off his knees and moves his mouth to my fingers on my chest. He spreads them with his tongue and plays with my nipple, his teeth grazing over every sensitive area as I get lost to his touch.
I move my hand around his neck and let the other dive towards his pants, my search above the fabric halted when he releases my ass to stop me.
“I will feel you in my hand, Keane,” I demand, slapping him away.
He groans and bites down on my nipple, his fingers thrusting between my thighs in and out as his thumb works my clit. His movements turn more aggressive when I skim my own fingers behind his waistband, my hand working around his length and gasping at the sheer size of it.
Fuck me, he’s big.
I grip his cock with a moan and tug him forward, smiling when I hear a groan fall from his lips before he sucks me hard into his mouth.
I take him with pure need and let my hand move in sync with every thrust of his fingers, his own hips thrusting with my hand as his lips move frantically against my chest.
“With me,” I murmur heatedly.
Keane moves to my other nipple, taking it in his mouth as my hips jerk franticly against the pull of his teeth. The sharp pain nearly sends me over the edge, my hand fisting in his hair as I grip his length harder and demand again.
“Come with me, Keane.”
He groans in agreement, his fingers pulling out abruptly to slide to my clit and take over for his thumb.
Keane circles my nerves skillfully, his movements so perfect and stimulating that I scream his name in release.
My head falls back in pure pleasure, hand gripping his cock and feeling his hips jerk before he spills into my palm.
The feel of his hot release sets my body to fire, my hips rocking even more as I come down with a satisfied grin.
“Next time I want that in my mouth,” I smirk.
“Fuck, Alexis,” he shakes his head with a laugh, “you’re pure trouble.”
I nod in agreement. “Only for you.”
I stand naked in front of the mirror in the bathing chamber and assess the damage.
My knees and elbows really did take the brunt of my falls, that much evident by the dark purple swelling all around them.
The full right side of my face, from my cheek to jaw and then down below my chin, is streaked in red with the hint of purple hiding just under the skin.
My right arm, from my wrist to my forearm and elbow, is sprinkled purple all over, as is the full right side of my hip.
All in all, it’s not too bad, but I know my body will be sore for the next few days.
I sigh and narrow my eyes to the side of my neck, searching for those piercing yellow orbs that made an appearance in my dreams. I hadn’t forgotten about the black bird earlier, or maybe I did just a little when I was consumed by my desire for Keane.
I remember the bird holding on to my shoulder the whole time I was moving for the Prince, the tiny beast, for once, not making a sound.
I greet him now in the mirror with a smile, his yellow eyes peering back at me from under my disheveled hair as his talons sink into my skin.
“Hello,” I say softly, moving my hair away from my face.
He dips his head below my ear and caresses the side of my neck in greeting.
“Will you come out from there?” I lift a hand to him and extend my pointer finger, “I need to take a bath.”
The bird grips my shoulder even harder.
“Well I’m going to get into that hot water right now and I’ll need to submerge myself. If you stay where you are then you’re going to get wet.”
Keane moves into view from behind as I spy him through the mirror. He’s leaning against the archway of the chamber and wearing a fresh set of clothes, his arms folded over his chest as he looks at me with another smirk on his lips.
“Nothing is going to happen to you,” I flush and look back at the bird, “it’s okay to come down now. I just want to meet you properly.”
The bird’s yellow eyes quickly dart to Keane through the mirror. The two of them silently stare at eachother in a quiet assessment, both of them remaining still.
“Hey,” I shrug my shoulder and pull the bird’s attention back to me, “come say hello.”
He looks in my direction and reluctantly takes a step onto my finger, his small talons piercing my skin before he places his second foot down with a sturdy grip. I slowly lower him in front of my chest in awe, our eyes catching each other’s as we stare without shame.
Bird is too small of a word to describe this creature.
What looks back at me is indeed a formidable beast.