CHAPTER XVII #2
I grip the bed behind me for all I’m worth and close my eyes in pure ecstasy, trembling when he starts to grind his cock perfectly against my clit.
“I’m going to make you scream tonight, Alexis,” he promises, moving his lips to my other breast as he tugs my nipple into his mouth.
“I’m going to hear your pretty voice scream my name over and over so that you and I never forget the way our touch feels to the other.”
Dear Ancients, I’m so wet for this man.
I can feel the coolness dripping between my thighs from his words, can feel his fingers inching closer to where I need them most. His name falls from my lips in a desperate plea, my hips lifting towards his hand in pure, frantic desire.
Keane chuckles at the sheer wantonness of my body and skims a finger down my slit.
“Always, Alexis,” he groans when he feels me, “Always so ready for me.”
“Only for you,” I nod breathlessly, “show me what I’ve missed.”
“Fuck,” he thrusts his finger inside.
I cry out his name and tilt my head back in pure pleasure.
Keane swiftly pulls out and pumps in again, his thumb reaching for my clit before he starts to rub tight little circles.
He gives my nipple one final tug with his teeth before he drops his knees to the ground.
His free hand grabs the torn slit before he pulls it to my middle, the motion perfectly revealing my naked body to his line of sight.
My body convulses at the sight of him below me, my legs going weak as he adds an extra finger to the first. Keane stares at his hand pumping inside me, his other wrapping around my ass before he pulls me forward with a look of hunger in his eyes.
I grind into his fingers and cry out his name, stuttering when his tongue quickly replaces his thumb.
Keane sucks my clit aggressively, fingers thrusting in and out until I’m moaning at the ceiling. He grips my ass tighter and then licks straight down my slit, his tongue lapping at the wetness he’s drawing out as I fall into a lustful mess.
“Oh fuck!” I scream, feeling his tongue dive even lower.
He pulls out his fingers and uses them to spread me open, his tongue diving towards an area that’s foreign but oh so delicious.
My hips jerk on their own to the way his mouth devours me, my legs shaking in his hold until I don’t think I can stand by myself any longer.
Keane swipes his tongue from ass to clit and then thrusts two fingers into me hard, groaning when I scream his name like a damn Ancients prayer for all the Old World to hear.
“Louder, Alexis,” he demands, fingers curling inside me.
“I…”
“I want your throat hoarse by the time I’m done with you.”
I pant, my knuckles turning white. “Keane… fuck! I’m going to come.”
Keane smirks against my clit and starts pumping relentlessly, his tongue swiping back down my folds and joining his fingers. I quite literally begin thrusting against him, my body flirting with the edge of my release as he fucks me with both his tongue and hand.
“That’s it, trouble. Let me hear you break for me.”
I explode, screaming his name so loud that I swear all of Castle Bardot hears.
I grind against his face and clench so hard around his fingers that Keane swears to the Ancients as well, continuing to pump me through my release.
He pulls all the way out and then thrusts in a third, the thickness completely shattering my resolve as my legs give way beneath me.
Keane catches me with an arm around my waist and holds my body upright, never once stopping his torment.
“Don’t stop,” I moan, “please don’t stop.”
He thrusts until another climax rips through me.
“Fuck!”
Fucking Ancients, I’m on fire. I feel so fucking good.
Keane tightens his hold around my ass and watches me tremble, his tongue giving one last cocky swipe over my clit that has me panting his name. He pulls away and looks up at me with a satisfied grin, watching as my breasts rise and fall with every single breath.
“That look on you, Alexis,” he says from below.
He pulls his fingers out slowly only to push them back in, just so he can watch my reaction. I moan, my body so sensitive and yet still wanting more, the full of me arching into his touch as I lean back on the bedframe.
Keane chuckles as he slides his fingers up my clit, his voice turning heavy before he pinches it softly. “That look is only for me.”
I nod in agreement, feeling as he reaches around my waist with both hands now and picks me up. He swiftly tosses me onto the bed and watches my body fall into the sheets, his heated presence standing at the edge as he looks down with a boyish grin.
“Truly Keane,” I look at him with a seriousness I hope he sees, “only for you.”
Keane’s eyes rake over my half naked body, taking in my tattered dress and lack of any lace undergarments. He grins again at the look of pure satisfaction he’s brought me to, his eyes finding mine once more as I reach out a hand.
“Only for you,” I repeat, beckoning him to join me, “I’ve never felt this way before, Keane. Have never had so much desire for someone as I do for you. It consumes me.”
Keane stares down at me with intensity and drops a knee over the frame. “You have no idea, Alexis…”
“I do,” I lean forward, swiftly grabbing his hand in mine.
Keane’s strong, but he lets me pull him onto the bed. I quickly turn to the side and press both hands to his shoulders, willing him to stay on his back as I swing a leg over his torso and straddle his hips.
“I want you like this,” I smile, tilting my hips so that his length settles perfectly between my thighs, “you say you want to claim me under the Shadow Oak, but I will do the same to you…”
I skim my fingers down the hard plains of his chest and rock against him, “I’m going take every inch of you, Keane…”
Body and soul…
“Everything that you’re willing to give.”
Keane let’s out one of the sexiest moans I’ve ever heard and drops his head back against the sheets.
I smirk and begin working on the waistband of his pants, undoing the single button before slowly tugging the fabric down his hips.
His hard cock springs free, the length of it hot and pulsing and ready for a release that I have every intention to give him.
This man, who has brought me so much pleasure, so much fire, will feel the same from me.
I wrap my hand around the base of his cock with a moan of my own, always marveling at how my fingers are barely able to grasp him.
Keane groans at the touch and archs his hips in response, his eyes darting from my hand to my naked breasts and back to my face, unable to decide on where to settle.
I chuckle at his battling gaze and give him a firm tug, watching as a bead of wetness greets me in response.
“I’m going to take this,” I lean down with my tongue, loving the way his lips part on a heavy exhale, “all of it. Whether between my legs or down my throat, this desire belongs to me.”
“Ancients, Alexis,” he groans, hips shifting under me as his hands find my hair. He buries his fists at the sides of my head but doesn’t take control. His indecisive gaze finally lands on my lips as he watches my tongue slide down the full length of him before his cock disappears in my mouth.
I take him deep, sucking until my lips greet my hand at his base.
Keane’s own grip tightens in my hair but doesn’t direct any of my movements, his browns eyes just staring fixatedly on my lips as I suck all the way back up to the tip.
I release him with a sensual grin and a few pumps of my hand, loving the way he swears under his breath.
I take him again and keep my eyes on his, my tongue sliding down his shaft slowly until I surround the full of him with the hot heat of my mouth.
I move then.
I find a rhythm that is all sorts of debauchery and wicked sounds, my hand pumping where my lips can’t take.
Keane closes his eyes on a groan and thrusts with every one of my movements, his hands in my hair becoming possessive as he caresses and pulls each time my lips move down his length.
I take him swiftly and without any hesitation, feeling my own body as it starts riding his thighs in tandem with my lips.
Keane’s cock pulses in my mouth with every stroke of my tongue, his thrusts becoming more insistent until I feel him coming undone.
“Fuck, Alexis, I’m going to come,” he lets out a ragged breath.
I moan and grip his cock tighter, his words spurning me to take him even deeper.
When Keane thrusts again I relax my throat and take him as far as I can go, the corners of my eyes prickling with tears as my hand continues to pump the base of his cock.
My name falls from his lips like a prayer and a curse, his eyes opening again as he watches his length disappear.
In and out he keeps that intense stare on every single one of my movements, marveling at every wicked thing my mouth and hand is doing until his release shatters.
His hands tighten in my hair and force me to take every drop of his climax, urging me to lap him down until no release remains.
“Fucking Ancients, Alexis,” he shakes his head, eyes landing on mine with such approval that I can’t help but smirk.
He lets out a satisfying groan just as I take him out of my mouth, his hands dropping swiftly beneath my arms until he’s lifting me up to his chest. I land on top of him and feel his palms raking down the sides of my body, the two of us laying with eachother as we try to regain our heavy breathing.
“I will make you mine,” he states confidently.
I tilt my head into the crook of his neck, feeling how hard his heart beats against mine. There’s no denying the meaning in that statement, and I know now, from the deepest parts of my soul, that Keane is not just referencing the Shadow Oak when he says those words.
The thought makes me shiver.