CHAPTER XXI #10
Keane grins against my breast and releases my nipple with a chuckle. “So impatient, trouble. I told you I was going to take my time on you.”
I groan and open my eyes just as Keane’s lips find my other breast. He smirks and pulls it into his mouth, sucking at my nipple as my hips arch towards his fingers, urging them to get to where I need them to go.
Keane feels my needy body angling towards his hand and laughs, bringing his teeth down on my nipple in a fair warning.
He rolls his tongue over the sharp bite and smiles when I moan, finally moving his fingers lower so that they skim down my folds.
He pushes the lace to the side as my breathing turns heavy, his fingers stroking up and down in a slow and continuous tease.
A soft whimper falls from my lips, ready to beg this man for more, until I feel his fingers press towards my entry with a groan against my breast.
“Fuck, Alexis,” he looks down at me in satisfaction, “you’re always so ready for me.”
I nod fervently and grind into his fingers, feeling as they take my wetness and quickly curve back up my folds. His trail finds my clit and rubs in another tease, stimulating my nerves in pure, heated torture that has my hips rolling against him without shame.
Fuck, he plays me so perfectly. So arrogantly.
I bite down on my lip as his fingers begin to build me up without even entering, his strokes igniting my body as I fall back against the oak in support.
Keane groans at the sight of my body rocking against him, his free hand dropping from my chest and navigating to the side of my riding pants.
He swiftly pulls the fabric down and lets it fall past my rear before his hand skates back up and over my torso.
He grabs the other side and yanks down again, dropping my pants to my knees so that only the black lace remains.
“Let me touch you,” I plead, testing the restraints of the oak.
Keane chuckles and takes a step back, giving me an amused look as his fingers pinch lightly against my clit.
I gasp at the sting and feel a rush of liquid heat drip between my thighs, the sharp pleasure lingering even as his fingers begin to trail up my abdomen.
He brings both of his hands out to grab my hips, gripping me softly as he eyes the black lace there.
My own eyes dart upward when I feel the bindings around my wrists begin to loosen, my arms relaxing as the Shadow Oak gives me a small reprieve.
I look back at Keane, wondering if he’s finally giving in to letting me touch him, but he doesn’t seem to notice, his gaze is still transfixed on the black.
He smirks quietly to himself and then grabs both of my hips tight, eyes flashing a mischievous brown just as he pulls my lower body flush into his.
I moan as his hard cock thrusts against my center, then find myself being twisted around as Keane’s hands guide the movement from my waist.
My hips and chest are pushed against the trunk just as Keane surrounds me from behind.
My bare breasts flush against the rough wood as I groan in needy pleasure, realizing now that the oak only loosened its hold on my wrists to let my arms turn with the rest of my body.
The limbs are quick to tighten around my hands again and pull me back into the Shadow Oak, the full of this new position premeditated from the man behind me.
Keane chuckles and presses his chest into my back, his hands dipping from my hips to the front of my legs, fingers sensually tracing up my thighs.
He leans in with a smirk on my shoulder and presses his length against my ass, grinding against me until I start to tremble for him.
“Keane,” I whimper, feeling his grin, “this isn’t fair. Let me touch you.”
I drop my forehead to the oak in front of me, moaning when I feel the limbs around my wrists travel up my hands and between my fingers, comforting me to my bound emotions.
I surrender once more and push my ass into Keane’s cock so that the hardness rubs between my thighs, watching as his fingers make their way back around to the black lace.
He pulls it down in a swift motion, nipping at my shoulder as the fabric rips away completely.
“You’re not playing fair,” I moan again, feeling his fingers find my clit.
“I’m not, Alexis,” Keane smiles against my skin, “but I don’t care. You feel so fucking good against my body right now.”
His lips descend hard on my neck just as two fingers plunge inside me at the same time.
I cry out his name and feel him thrust in again, his other hand moving to my clit to run perfect circles in stimulation.
Keane slips in another finger, stretching me wide, the fullness of all three sending me quickly to the edge.
“So good for me, Alexis. Always so responsive to my touch.”
I groan out a nod and push my ass into his cock again, feeling his fingers pull out and then thrust back in.
Keane’s mouth sucks hard against my neck in possession, his lips bruising and lighting my skin to fire as he gives my clit another soft pinch.
He then lays that hand flat against my lower abdomen, pulling me back into his body so that he can feel my hips move for him.
I grind against his length as his fingers curl inside me, rolling my hips to a steady rhythm as he starts pumping in and out, again and again.
Fuck, he feels so good.
Everything about him is consuming, so perfectly demanding.
Keane’s fingers begin to thrust harder, plunging in and out and filling me so deeply.
I moan when his other hand begins to make a heated trail up my torso and cups my breast hard in greeting, his fingers teasing my nipple until I drop my head against his shoulder and cry out his name in pure pleasure.
“Come for me, Alexis. I need you relaxed and sated before you can take me.”
Fuck me.
This is too much.
Every inch of his body against mine is truly like a possession.
I’m so near to my release before I’ve even gotten the chance to touch him.
I look up at the bindings on my hands and pull against the limbs to no avail.
Keane quickly takes advantage of my exposed neck and sucks harder, his lips capturing my skin and tilting my head to the side.
His fingers thrust up again, reaching for my center as if he can greet it from the inside, the movement nearly making me convulse as I cry out his name again, rocking my hips against the perfect torture.
“I need to touch you,” I plead.
I feel Keane’s smirk. “Not until I feel you come on my fingers, trouble.”
I groan as his teeth skim against my neck and taunt me with a small bite.
I grind harder against those commanding fingers, feeling them thrust again and again with a steady rhythm that draws me closer to climax.
I try to stop the build, try to stop the heated flood that continues to drip down his hand and onto my thighs.
I try my hardest to ignore the heavy desire that’s taking over my full body, truly wanting nothing more than to touch Keane and give him his own pleasure.
I glance back up at the summoned limbs on my wrists and narrow my eyes on them with a moan of resentment. I need to get out, need to fall to my knees and take Keane in my mouth, give him everything he is giving me so that the two of us can find a release together.
I stare in astonishment as the bindings begin to loosen under my gaze, the limbs snaking down my fingers and palms and unwrapping from my wrists before slipping back into the oak.
I grin wickedly at the sight and then moan when Keane’s fingers thrust in hard, sending me over the edge as my full body begins to climax.
I swiftly drop my hands to his own, entwining my fingers with his on my breast and between my thighs, holding onto them both as he draws out my release.
“Fuck, Keane,” I let out a haggard breath as my body comes down from a satisfied high. Keane kisses my neck, fingers pulling out of me and then pumping back in, stilling when he finally realizes my hands are on his.
I chuckle.
“Alexis,” his voice is heated and serious as he takes a small step back, “did you…”
I turn around with a grin.
“Ancients, Alexis. Did you summon your way out of that?”
I smirk and take a step towards him, vaguely aware that my pants are still pulled down to my knees and the rest of my body is completely naked.
“I don’t know what I did,” I give him an amused look, “but you were not playing fair.”
Keane runs a hand up through his hair and shakes his head in astonishment.
I laugh and bring my hands to his torso, tugging the top of his riding pants and pulling him towards me.
“You didn’t let me touch you,” I narrow my eyes and slip a hand under his waistband, grasping his hard cock and relishing in the heated throb that comes with it.
Keane groans and brings both of his hands to the sides of my face, his lips finding mine in heated wonder.
My tongue rushes out, ready and wanting, claiming our kiss as I pull his length towards me again.
His hips thrust with my hand, cock pulsing in my grip as the tip of him presses against my clit.
My free hand moves up to the side of his hip as I quickly pull his riding pants down. I release my hold on his length and bring that hand to his other hip, pulling down again. Keane bites my lower lip and then takes a step back, removing his hands from my face to look down at me with intensity.
“Boots, now,” he demands, eyes raking over my naked body.
I hastily reach down and tug the thick leather off.
My dagger falls to the ground as I move to the other boot, pulling it off just as swiftly before tossing it away.
I bring my hands up to my knees and pull down the remainder of my pants, wiggling out of them as quickly as possible as Keane watches my every move, his eyes never once leaving my body.