CHAPTER XII #8
“Golem!” Keane yells into the stall, his head breaking away to turn towards the door, “silence the outside of this stall. No visitors.”
He drops a hand to my waist and pulls me flush against his cock, his fingers skimming my backside before they cup just under my ass.
He swiftly lifts me up and pushes me against the stable wall, the rough wood at my back and Keane’s length thrusting into my front making me gasp in a heated frenzy.
I wrap my legs around his torso and moan when he thrusts again, feeling no shame when I start to rock into his hard cock without abandon.
Keane’s intense gaze lands on mine, both hands quickly making their way to the front of my cloak as he keeps me pinned to the wall with his hips.
He pushes the fabric away from my body and then tears the green velvet down my back and arms, leaving it hanging from my waist without a care in the Old World.
I hurriedly lift my hands when he reaches for my waistband and starts tugging on my shirt, pulling it up over my body before he throws it to the ground.
His hungry gaze lands back on my breasts and the black lace caressing them, the look in his eyes so strong that it sends a shiver down my spine.
Keane takes a small step back and guides my legs to the floor, his hands landing on my hips in a possessive hold as he continues to stare.
I groan in frustration at the lack of his body on mine, but the sight of his eyes still fixated on my chest has me smiling all the same.
I push my back into the wall and arch my breasts better for his view, slowly bringing my fingers to the bottom of my torso before I skim my palms up my bare stomach.
I grin, loving the way his eyes follow my every move, and stop just under the bottom lace before cupping my breasts fully.
Keane groans at the sight, his hands squeezing my hips even harder, and watches as I bring my thumbs and forefingers up to my nipples and tug on the hard peaks until I’m moaning.
“Take it off,” he commands.
I nod and do exactly that, reaching up to the straps resting on my shoulders before I start to pull them down.
“No,” he shakes his head, “slowly, trouble.”
Keane’s attentive gaze has me wanting to give him anything he needs.
I nod again and slowly pull the straps down my shoulders, letting them hang there for a moment so I can tease my nipples again.
Keane grips my hips harder and thrusts between my legs aggressively, rubbing his thick cock back and forth against my clit as his eyes focus in on my fingers.
I pinch my nipples once more and then reach for the straps again, pulling until the lace slides down my breasts and falls to a bunch around my waist.
“This,” Keane groans, watching as I bring my hands up my naked body and give my breasts a hard squeeze, “this will be the death of me, Alexis. Not a Leviathan, and not anything else in the Old World. This.”
“No, Your Highness,” I shake my head with a sensual smirk, “this will be the life of you.”
Keane’s hands release my hips and hit the wall above my head, his full body quickly pressing into mine.
“Say it,” he breathes.
I squeeze my breasts harder and look into his brown eyes, smiling as I shake my head in answer.
Keane pushes his hips into mine more forcefully in response, scowling when I give him a knowing smirk and tug on my nipples again.
I rock my clit against his length and trail my hands down his body, surprised when he doesn’t try to stop me when I reach his waistband.
“I told you where I wanted this the next time I had you,” I remind him, dipping my fingers beneath the fabric.
Keane groans and angles his hips forward, thrusting his cock straight into my hand. I grip him tight and run my thumb over his head, smiling when a drop of precum leaks out.
“Alexis…”
“Keane,” I taunt.
His eyes narrow when I slowly start to lower my back against the wall. I drop to my knees, hands reaching up to his pants before I pull them down. Keane curses when I look up at him from below, his brown eyes blazing in desire as I take in the sight of him. All of him.
Fuck, he’s big.
But my desire is bigger.
My mouth starts to water as I grasp his length firmly and tease my tongue over the small bit of wetness still dripping from his head. His cock jerks at the simple touch, his length throbbing in my hand before I wrap my lips around him and take him in my mouth without any hesitation.
“Fuck me,” he groans, hips pushing forward.
I suck him deep, feeling his cock flex as my tongue glides along the bottom.
Keane swears again and drops a hand to the side of my hair, his fingers fisting it tight as my own hand follows to the same rhythm behind my lips.
I let my tongue come out to play, running it down his shaft in a way that has him dripping in my mouth with even more desire.
I lick it up, all of it, and then slide my lips back down his length until I can fit no more.
“Such a greedy girl,” he groans, “look at you with your lips around my cock, Alexis. Fuck, you’re a beautiful sight.”
I moan and slide my lips back to the tip, then take him all the way in my mouth until the head of his cock brushes against my throat.
Keane tightens his hand in my hair and pumps his hips forward, his other hand slamming against the wall behind me when I repeat the process again.
Back and forth I suck him down, my hand and mouth finding a near perfect rhythm against his hips as I take his thrusts in a lust of my own.
“Look at me, Alexis,” his voice is a thick command from above.
My gaze finds his at the same moment I have the full of his length in my mouth. Keane has his head bowed and is looking straight at me, his hand continuing to lean against the wall in hard support.
“Swallow,” he rasps.
I squeeze the base of his cock and do as I’m bid, swallowing with him just barely in the back of my throat.
Keane groans and takes a possessive grip around the back of my neck, his hand holding me in place until I start up another rhythm.
I hold his gaze, never once breaking eye contact, and suck up and down his cock until I’m dripping with my own desire.
“Fuck, Alexis,” he curses, hand gripping my neck harder, “don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop, trouble.”
I take him deeper and feel his hips thrust forward again. I barely hold back a gag and swallow him down, hearing Keane moan my name like a prayer on his lips. My head bobs without restraint, my own moans filling the stable until he’s coming down my throat with a final thrust.
“Fuck me, Alexis,” he murmurs quietly, chest heaving with every breath.
I slide my tongue down his length and ease him out of my mouth, grinning at the look of pure satisfaction that’s burning behind his eyes.
I reach behind me and grab his hand at the back of my neck, using it to help me stand as Keane watches me in pure wonder.
I slowly bring that hand to my stomach and then guide it under my pants, angling his fingers directly between my legs as I force him to feel me.
“You do this to me,” I whisper and take one of his fingers, curling it up to grab my wetness.
The look of hunger in Keane’s eyes is a sight I’ll never forget.
He swiftly plunges into me and crashes his lips against mine, biting on my lower lip before he pulls his finger out and pushes two back in. I sag against the wall and grind my hips hard against his hand, my body already nearing the edge and ready for release.
“You’re so wet, Alexis,” he thrusts his fingers so deeply that I swear he’s reaching for new heights, “so ready for me.”
“I am,” I moan, closing my eyes and leaning my head against the wall.
Keane moves his thumb to my clit, teasing my sensitive center and rubbing so perfectly that I jerk against his touch.
My hips arch up as his fingers pull out once more and then thrust back in, curling inside so skillfully that my legs begin to tremble.
I cry out his name and feel myself tighten around him, my climax coming so quickly that I almost fall into his hold.
“Ancients, Alexis,” he pumps his fingers in and out, keeping my release going until I truly can’t stand any more.
Keane wraps a hand around waist and holds me upright, his fingers pulling out and sliding up to my clit to draw even more from me.
I finally feel the last wave subside and open my eyes, finding Keane’s gaze dancing across my face and taking in my satisfied features.
“Still think I have no idea what game I’m playing, Highness?” I smile.
“I will fuck you right now on this dirty stable floor and hear you scream my name, Alexis,” he warns.
“No,” I send him a knowing laugh and lean against the wall with a deep breath, “you won’t.”
Keane’s eyes narrow on mine, his gaze watching me with such an intense heat that it makes me second guess my gamble. He presses into me, his cock already hard again, and fists my hair to hold me in place against the wall.
“My match,” he whispers fiercely, then smirks as his hand on my clit starts rubbing again.
Shit.
My hips roll forward to meet his touch.
“The ego of you,” I exclaim breathlessly.
Keane smirks and slips two fingers down my folds, stopping just before my entrance only to flick them back up and pinch my clit.
I gasp in straight lust.
Keane chuckles and slides back down, thrusting his fingers back in quickly.
He grins when I cry out his name, then pushes another finger in to join the two.
I moan and drop my head against the wall, grinding against his hand as he pumps again and again until I’m finding my second release.
Keane pulls out fully while I’m still riding the high, only to thrust back in again to make sure I’m thoroughly sated.
“Bastard,” I pant.
He laughs in agreement. “My ego will never let you outperform me, trouble.”
“Of course,” I roll my eyes with a smile.
Keane gently disentangles himself, his fingers reaching for the lace bralette that is still bunched around my naval. He slowly glides it up my body, his fingers brushing against my breasts before he captures my gaze.
“You’re everything, Alexis…” he says a bit husky, “I will die a happy man with the memory of your lips wrapped around me.”
He reaches for my discarded shirt on the ground and brushes it out. “Up,” he commands.
I raise my hands with a smile, letting him bring the shirt down my arms and past my head before it falls onto my body.
“I’ll help you with Ash,” I offer.
Keane nods and adjusts his own clothing as I look around the stall for Stormfall. The Bird of Ash is perched high in a corner, his head tucked into his body in full sleep.
“I’ll let Storm rest until we’re done…”
“Tell me,” Keane’s eyes are back on mine, “did you name him after the fall of ash from the storm, or the fall of your clumsy feet against frozen rock?”
I laugh and push against his chest, “you know the answer to that.”
“You’re unbelievable,” he laughs and runs a hand through his hair.
I grin and walk to the two buckets of water before bringing one to Keane.
“How long will we be in Fumagalli?”
The Prince moves to Ash’s neck and pours the water over his mane, “the horses need a few days of rest before we can set out for Gaumond. And we need to stay here on the border to watch for any more activity.”
I pick up a brush and follow behind Keane and his water, cleaning all of the grime and dirt off Ash.
“Good,” I smile, thinking of the city within the trees, “I’d still like to spend a night in your Hidden City, and hear about what happened last night with you all.”
The Prince nods, “Lord Daniel was already preparing a room for you when I left him. I’m letting everyone sleep for the rest of the day and then we’ll meet for dinner to exchange stories.”
I nod with a large smile on my face, happy to be home.