CHAPTER I #6
“I did,” I nod without shame. “I had to. Your summoning isn’t comfortable when you’re curious or fearful, Keane. It grips the full of my chest. Stops my breath and my heart completely.”
Keane’s gaze darts down to my breasts again, landing directly on my heart.
“You have no damn idea, Alexis.”
Fuck.
I do.
I have every idea.
“No?” I challenge, taking a sensual step towards him.
Keane watches me quietly as I smirk and reach out for his hand.
“You don’t think I know what it’s like to want you so bad that it catches my breath, Keane?”
I place his hand over my chest and press it against my wildly beating heart.
“What it’s like to want your hands on my body?”
Keane’s brown eyes dance over my face as he pushes his hand hard into my chest. I grin and reach out for his other hand before pulling it between my legs so that his fingers brush perfectly against my clit.
“To want you in me?”
“Fuck, Alexis,” he groans, crashing his lips into mine.
He wraps both arms around my waist and pulls us together, his lips heatedly parting mine before his tongue darts forward to claim everything we’ve been missing.
I let go of his hands and run my fingers through his hair, loving the way our kiss tastes as if we’ll never get enough.
Keane rakes his free hands up my back and presses his hips into mine, a grin forming at his lips when I gasp at his length moving perfectly between my thighs.
“Fuck, I love that sound.”
I rock against his cock in response, moaning when he starts to trail his lips down my neck. Each nip and suck has my lower body pressing against his, my hands in his hair tugging hard as I quickly lose myself to his presence.
Ancients, I need this.
I need his hands and lips on me, everywhere. I need to feel all of him, take all of him, and let him do things to me that will bring my body to the hottest of fire.
“Keane,” I moan breathlessly. “I need you.”
Keane’s lips continue their torment against my neck, though his hands at my back move roughly to my front, skimming the sides of my breasts before he cups them fully with a squeeze.
I arch my chest for his palms and feel him take me harder, his thumbs and forefingers tugging at my nipples through the shirt until I’m moaning again.
“Fuck me, Alexis,” he drops his head to mine. “I need you, too. I’ve missed you, trouble.”
His hands leave my breasts for the briefest of moments to tug at my shirt.
He pulls the silk out of the waistband and rakes his palms slowly up my waist, cupping me again as he never left.
The feel of his calloused hands on my skin makes me moan his name, my hips rocking against his cock as his fingers start to play with the lace bralette on my chest. He pulls it down in a swift move, his hands taking my bare breasts fully before giving them another squeeze.
“Have I ever told you how perfect these are?”
“No,” I moan, hands dropping to my shirt, “mostly you just talk about my ass.”
Keane chuckles and brings his own hands down to help, the two of us franticly tugging at the fabric until I lift my arms into the air.
Keane tosses the shirt to the ground and let’s his gaze fall on my bare breasts, the sight of me so consuming that he doesn’t notice I’m working on his pants.
I run my fingers across his muscled abdomen before reaching below his waistband, my hand finding the base of his length as I give him a lustful tug.
Keane thrusts into my palm with a heavy groan, both of our hips pressing against the other until his own hands start to wrap around said ass.
“Keane!” I wiggle as he picks me up. “No. Let me touch you.”
His arms tighten under my rear before he takes a few steps towards the arch in my room.
“I can’t have that right now, trouble,” he breathes against my neck, dropping me just as quickly back to the ground. “The feel of your hand around my cock is too tempting...”
He reaches up to grab my hips, and in an instant he’s turning me away from him.
“Well,” I moan, just as he directs me against the wall, “you were eventually going to end up in my mouth.”
“I know,” Keane chuckles, drawing my ass back.
He gives it a small smack before thrusting his cock firmly against my cheeks, his other hand landing between my shoulder blades as he pushes me towards the stone.
“Ancients, I have missed this ass,” he groans from behind.
I bring my hands up against the wall and rock back into him, smiling when his cock hardens even more. His hand between my shoulders rakes down my spine in sheer possessiveness, the pure need coming from his touch making me whimper in response.
“Let me touch you, please…”
Keane’s hand on my lower back stops on the waistband there, his fingers grabbing the hem before he pulls it down roughly. My hips jerk in response, another moan falling from my lips, and it’s all I can do but hold onto the vines around my hands before I-
Wait.
Why are there vines around my hands?
Keane chuckles at my realization, hands grabbing my pants one last time before he pulls them down past my calves.
I look at the small oak in front of me in wonder, watching as it leaves the curve of the arch to extend my way instead.
Two limbs are circling around my wrists and holding my hands to the wall, the rough wood caressing my skin in the tightest embrace.
I groan at the sight and feel Keane take a step closer, his lips coming down to my neck in a small kiss.
“Tell me, Alexis,” he smirks below my ear, “tell me what you want to say.”
The limbs around my fingers start moving down my arms, forcing me to take a step forward until the full front of my body is flushed against the rough stone. The full of this, of his summoning and the way his presence hovers behind me… it’s too much.
“I don’t like you right now,” I grumble, pressing my head against the wall.
The ground begins a small rumble beneath us, Keane’s hands on my waist inching forward until his fingers are casually playing with my lace panties.
“That’s not it,” he grins from behind, taking the sides in both hands before he pulls down swiftly. I arch my ass back with a frustrating moan, the sound pulling another chuckle from Keane that sends a shiver down my spine.
“Say it,” his lips tease against my skin.
He moves his hands to my front and reaches a single finger for my clit.
That simple move has me moaning before he even touches me, my lower body thrusting forward in heavy need.
I groan and look up to my hands being held against the wall, to the limbs holding me in place as Keane has his way with me from behind.
“This isn’t fair,” I breathe out the words he wants to hear, twitching when he drops another finger against my clit.
Keane pushes his hips hard into my ass in response.
“No, this isn’t fair, trouble. Just as it’s not fair that I have to watch another man take you in his arm…”
He gives my clit a playful smack before skimming both fingers down my folds.
I moan and press my head firmly against the wall for support, feeling Keane nip against my neck before he inches towards my entry.
His own groan when he finds my arousal waiting for him is guttural, his body pressing against mine until I truly have nowhere to go.
“The next time your arm is in another man’s,” Keane presses his fingers just slightly inside me, “it will be mine.”
He plunges in so swiftly that I cry out his name, my core tightening around his fingers before he pulls out and thrusts back in again.
His free hand comes up to my hip to hold my body in place, the possession willing me to stay put and feel nothing but him inside me.
In and out he thrusts, his hands claiming me so easily as his heated lips start their own possession on my neck.
His full chest pushes into my back with his length pushing into my rear, one hand moving inside me while the other holds me to him.
My breathing goes ragged with each pump, but it’s when his fingers start to curl themselves towards my center that I cry out again, my legs trembling as my body moves so lustfully for him.
How he finds that spot within me so quickly is beyond me.
He knows I like it, hears my moan when he pulls his fingers out and then thrusts back in only to reach for it again.
He’s so sure, so confident in the way he handles me, and it’s all I can do but hold on to his limbs and let him bring me to ruin.
Keane swiftly pulls out and runs his hands against my shaking thighs, holding me steady.
He angles my ass up, then thrusts his hips so that his cock moves between my legs.
I feel him rip at the black lace on my hips, then moan when his hands leave their hold only to pull down his riding pants from behind.
I lean onto the wall in front of me and close my eyes, arching my bare ass for him and what I know is to come.
Keane chuckles in approval and moves a palm across my cheek, squeezing it hard before he casually rips away what’s left of my lace.
He then slides his hands to my hips and grips them tight, thrusting into me in the next move and filling me from behind.
“Keane!” I cry out, stretching around his length.
“Fuck, Alexis, you’re so fucking ready for me,” he groans.
Keane angles his hips so that his cock presses deep within me, reaching for that spot again. I roll my hips around him, bending down slightly as he pulls out and then thrusts back in.
“Keane,” I hiss, rocking my hips back, “keep going. You have it. Don’t stop.”