The Prince groans. Within an instant he’s snaking his arms around my waist and picking me up, walking us to the small table to our left as his hands grip my ass.
“Golem!” he yells.
Golem walks in through the entrance flap and looks at the two of us with stoic features.
“Make sure no one hears us.”
“What!” I exclaim, not meeting Golem’s eyes, “Keane,no!He can’t do that.”
“He’s about to do it right now,” he chuckles.
The Prince bends us down and blows out the candles on the table, the room going completely dark save the firelight dancing across the tent from outside. Golem leaves with a bow and disappears from the tent, hopefully going off to do whatever it is that the Prince thinks he can do
Keane grabs my ass tighter and walks to the rug, then lowers us down to the ground with me straddling his lap. His hands give my ass another squeeze before they rake up to my hips, his fingers grabbing them tightly before pulling me fully against his chest. I gasp and let my body rollon top of his, feeling his cock already hard and thrusting up between my legs.
“Ancients,” I moan and wrap my arms around his shoulders.
Keane grins and moves his hands up my sides. His palms land on my chest before his fingers pull on my nipples through the slip, the sharp tug causing me to rake my nails down his back in response. He pushes his hips into mine again, the very hardness of him still straining against his pants as he nestles himself perfectly against my clit. I bring my hands back up his spine and run my fingers through his hair, pulling on the strands every time he tugs on my nipples.
“You’re mine tonight, Alexis,” he groans, palms moving over my breasts, “and these hands will be anything but soft.”
His hands quickly move up to my shoulders before he yanks down the straps of my slip. I moan when they fall down, the fabric bunching at my waist as my breasts flush completely bare for him. They’re perked and cold, but every part of me is loving Keane’s gaze on them as his eyes move hungrily across my naked skin.
“Keane,” I whimper, tugging on his hair.
I need his hands back on me.
He groans at the sound of his name on my lips, both hands finding their way back to my chest as his thumb and forefinger tug on my nipples, hard.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Alexis,” he leans down, hand pushing my breast into his mouth.
He sucks and rolls his tongue over my nipple before giving it a small nip, the feel of his lips on my skin making everything within me burn even hotter. I arch my chest to his mouth, urging him to take more, and feel Keane take my nipple between his teeth again as his other hand cups my breast.
Another moan falls from my lips, my hips grinding against his cock as wetness begins to pool between my thighs. Keane smirks in response to my body’s reactions, the Prince understanding my needs, and lets his tongue suck my nipple further into his mouth before his teeth bite down. I throw my head back at the sharp sting, panting in surprise at how worked up I already am. This man hasn’t even begun to touch me where I’m most aching, and yet my body is already flushing for release.
Keane’s torturous lips start leaving nipping kisses along the curves of my breasts, his tongue licking and finding its way to my other nipple as he starts the process all over again. His free hand darts down past my waist to grab my ass again, his teeth biting down at the same time as he pulls me roughly against his lap. My body trembles as I rock against him, everything about me feeling so good that I think I could come right here without ever having him enter me.
“Oh Alexis,” Keane chuckles, “we haven’t even begun yet, trouble.”
Dear Ancients.
I rake my nails down his back again, trying to hold onto something,anything, for support as my body keeps moving. Keane smirks and lets me grind into his cock, his hands moving down to my hips and holding me to him as I start my own rhythm. He’s hard.Fuck, he’s so hard. His length is throbbing against my clit and thrusting in his own need. I need to touch it, need to feel that thickness in my hand so I can give him the same pleasure that he’s giving me.
I let my fingers trail down his lower back and then move them around his abdomen, his name once again falling from my lips when his mouth torments my nipple. I nearly forget about my need to hold him when he smirks and sucks even harder, my breaths turning heavy in a desperate moan as he thrusts up again.
Fuck me.
My body jerks at the sheer size of him, fingers grabbing ahold of his hips to steady myself as I suddenly remember my original intent. I quickly reclaim my movements and dip my fingers below his waistband, stopping only when Keane grabs both of my hands and pulls them away.
“No,” I pout.
He chuckles and pins my wrists behind my back, the movement so swift that I’m caught off guard with a gasp. My breasts flush high and angle perfectly towards his face from the position, the Prince taking advantage of the hold as he looks down at the sight.
“Fuck, I could hold you in this position forever, Alexis,” he stares at my body, his grip holding my wrists even tighter as he angles me higher for his view.
I shiver under his gaze and relish in the heat from his attention, everything about the angle I’m in just waiting perfectly for him to take.
“In fact,” he looks down at me in pure hunger, “I think I might keep you this way for a little while longer.”
