CHAPTER XIX #10
I dip my hand lower and grip the base of his length, looking directly at him and whispering with a smile. “I don’t want us to touch until we reach the Shadow Oak...”
Keane looks back at me in small astonishment.
I chuckle and hold his length hard, pulling him towards me before gliding my hand back.
“Your actions say otherwise, Alexis,” he lets out a heavy breath.
“They do,” I nod, sliding my thumb over the bead of wetness at his head, “because I just want to remember this,” my eyes flick down to my hand, “remember you, before saying goodbye for a small bit.”
Keane thrusts his cock into my hand aggressively, groaning as he presses his chest into mine.
His lips capture my mouth before he pushes his tongue in with pure lust, everything about him desperate and not at all agreeing to what I want.
I stroke is length again and grip him all the way to his base, then pull forward with a twist that makes him bite down on my lip.
“Give me this, at least,” his voice is rough as he pulls away. His brown eyes are dark and full of desire when he looks at me.
“I will,” I smirk, letting my back slide down the wall. I’m on my knees before him and pulling his pants, watching as Keane places a hand on the wall behind us and another in my hair, fisting the back of my neck and pulling me closer.
I bring my mouth to his cock, tongue darting forward and taking him deep as my lips surround him.
Keane curses when I suck him down slowly, his hand in my hair tightening its grip as he pushes me forward.
The thrust of his cock fills my mouth and hits the back of my throat, the demanding intrusion only making me moan and suck on him harder.
“Fuck, Alexis, you take me so perfectly.”
I smirk at his words and look up at him from below.
His hand on my neck quickly moves up my hair in possession, his length thrusting again into my mouth as if he can’t get enough.
I take him, all of him, and hold his gaze with my own possession as my hand strokes the base of his length behind my lips.
“You love this, don’t you, trouble?” he murmurs from above, “you like my cock in that hot little mouth of yours, don’t you?”
I moan at his words, unable to deny the accuracy of them. Keane continues to thrust into my mouth with the perfect amount of roughness, his length throbbing and pulsing as I take him even deeper.
“Alexis…” he groans, his breath turning ragged.
I slide my tongue down his length and suck along the ridge of his head. Keane curses and fists my hair tighter, his need for me so intense and demanding that my own hips start moving with him, aching for him to fill that hollow between my legs.
“Are you envisioning my cock in that tight cunt of yours, Alexis? Soon, trouble. I’m going to make your pussy mine.”
Dear Ancients, the mouth on this man.
“You’re made for me,” he swears, “made to take me.”
I moan and take him to the back of my throat, feeling his length throbbing in my mouth as he starts to build.
Keane lets me set the pace as I fuck him quicker, bringing his cock fully out of my mouth before sucking back down in a steady rhythm.
His hand hits the wall behind us when I swallow with him deep in my throat, his hot release exploding in a heavy lust as he thrusts against my lips.
“Fuck,” he yells into the silent tunnel, “fuck, you’re so good.”
Keane runs his hand through my hair, his sensitive cock thrusting once more as he comes down from his high. I grab that hand and bring it down my chest, licking his length in a teasing goodbye before I stand up.
“You do this,” I remind him as I did in Fumagalli, pressing our hands onto my wildly beating heart. I move us down my dress and past my stomach, dipping under the slit at the side of my leg as I guide us between my thighs.
“You do this to me, Keane,” I moan as his fingers push past my folds.
“Ancients, Alexis,” he groans, “you’re dripping. Let me finish you.”
“Only this once,” I whisper, meeting his intense brown gaze, “and then we meet at our spot.”
Keane smirks, thrusting two fingers inside as I gasp out loud.
“And then we meet at our spot, trouble.”
Keane leans down and wraps his free arm around the backs of my legs, lifting me up easily as his arm grips my ass.
His fingers pull out just as I situate my hips and then pump back in, his lips landing on mine to capture my cry as he kisses me with full force.
I moan against his mouth and whimper when it leaves me just as quickly, panting when his tongue flicks over my nipple before taking it with his teeth.
He bites and sucks as his fingers pump relentlessly, my own nails raking over the back of his shirt and willing him to be rougher with me.
Keane slams my back into the wall as I gasp again, his fingers curling inside and reaching for my clit.
I rock my hips with every thrust, grinding and begging that he still gives me more.
Keane complies and buries three fingers inside me, stretching me into a delicious burn that makes me cry out his name.
The sound echoes in the tunnel as my body goes wild, every hard thrust sending a jolt of wanton lust straight through me.
“Come for me, Alexis,” Keane demands.
He sucks my nipple hard and then moves on to the next, biting and licking as he gives my ass a rough squeeze.
I pant at the man holding me and look down to his mouth on my chest and his hand below my dress, everything about his aggressive demand sending me closer to the edge.
I’m nearly there when I look around the tunnel and tense, thoroughly forgetting that anyone can catch us in the act.
“I don’t fucking care,” Keane groans, noticing my gaze around us, “you’ll come in this tunnel, Alexis. I want to hear your pretty screams echoing off these walls.”
He thrusts in deeply to prove his point.
I tighten around him and moan out load, my hips grinding back and forth on his hand as if it were his cock.
Keane takes a step away from the wall and turns us towards the entry to the Palisades, his gaze watching me with a boyish grin as he lets me get myself off.
“Keane.”
My eyes widen at his intention, feeling as he pulls his fingers out only to thrust back in. I whimper and fall into his hold, leaning my head on his shoulder as my ragged breaths pound out of my chest.
“You’re bad,” I bite down through his shirt, “anyone can see us.”
“I am bad,” he chuckles, pulling his fingers out, “you’ll see more of that as time passes.”
My body tenses when his fingers start skimming my rear.
“Oh no.”
“Oh yes,” he chuckles again, taking my wetness and caressing the tight muscle, “you like it.”
I moan when he slowly presses a finger inside. I bite down on his shoulder again and curse his name, feeling as another two fingers thrust into my wet heat.
“Fuck!” I cry out.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
It’s too good. Ancients, it’s so good.
Keane pulls out slowly and then thrusts back in, my full body convulsing as I scream his name. My nails frantically run up and down his back as I take his hard pumps, whimpering at the pleasure that only this man can bring me.
Keane chuckles in approval and starts thrusting even harder, praising me for taking him so good as his thumb finds my clit. I scream out his name again in my release, gasping at the sound echoing across the walls before I sag blissfully into his chest.
“Ancients, you’re everything, Alexis.”
Keane stops in his walk to the Palisades and gives my ass a rough squeeze, pulling his fingers out from between my legs before he carefully lowers me to the ground.
He finds the slit of my dress and adjusts it back in place, watching in satisfaction as I take a deep breath and step away on trembling legs.
“You’re sated,” he grins, eyes falling to my bare breasts in front of him.
“I am,” I nod with a smile, grabbing the straps of my dress, “remember this, Keane. You won’t be seeing them again until Gaumond.”
Keane smirks and reaches out to take both nipples in his fingers, giving them a final tug in farewell.
“I think I’ll like this tease.”
“I don’t think you will, Highness,” I reply with a grin, slowly covering my chest to his gaze. I let one strap slip back down to expose my breast, laughing when Keane takes a quick step forward.
“Alexis,” he warns, bringing a steady hand up to my shoulder to grab the strap. He covers me with a tsk and then turns me around, urging us both down the tunnel as we resume our walk.
“Stormfall?” Keane calls out.
The Bird of Ash flies into the tunnel from outside and caws at Keane in acknowledgement, then glides back out to the open air beyond.
“You said you have a place here?” I turn to the Prince when we step into the cool spring air. The buildings and shops on either side of us are a bit sleepy in this small area off the main road, but the bottled lanterns of moonslight ahead reveals a night alight and full of travelers.
Keane nods, “I planned on us staying there tonight, but now I don’t know how I can see you standing there without being allowed to touch you.”
My cheeks flush as we walk onto the main road, though my mind is drawing me to that curiousness that always surrounds Keane when he’s in Bardot.
“You don’t stay in your room at the Castle?”
“I haven’t since I moved to Gaumond.”
I frown and take in the main road of Palisades, every shop, vendor and tavern bustling under the bottled moonslight.
The greenstone buildings surrounding us jut high into the sky, many of the patrons on the road stopping in their walks to bow to Keane.
A few of their eyes quietly flick between him and me, but the Prince just nods to each in greeting while remaining stoic through the encounters.
It’s different, seeing him walk this city with features of calm indifference.
He doesn’t greet the people here as he would in Gaumond, jut offers them simple politeness.