I close my eyes at his words, feeling that heated tug between my legs light to pure and unbridled fire. I roll my hips against his cock and move with a hunger of my own, wetness still dripping between my thighs as Keane swiftly transfers both of my wrists to one of his hands.
“Open your eyes, Alexis,” his free hand darts down to grip my thigh, fingers squeezing in a command, “look at me when I touch you.”
My eyes flutter open, lips parting in a heavy breath. His burning gaze catches mine in an instant, the look behind it making my body arch towards him and beg for his touch. I need his lips back on me, need his tongue to do those wicked things, andfucking Ancients, I need that hand on my thigh to skim up and lay claim to me with his fingers.
“Touch me, Keane,” I narrow my eyes, “touch me now.”
The Prince grins and fingers the fabric of my slip, hand skimming against the inside of my thigh as he teases and tugs it up just slightly.
“Only if you watch my hand, Alexis.”
Both of our eyes instantly dart down between my legs, the two of us watching as his hand inches under my slip. I roll my hips towards his touchin another demand, the Prince chuckling in response and pulling on my wrists to keep me in place.
“Keane,” I groan in frustration, hating the slow torture, “stop teasing.”
His answering smirk is so cocky and arrogant that I moan in anticipation. His lips come back down to bite on my nipple, the sharp sting sending a flush of heat straight to my core just as he thrusts his hips up. He swiftly grabs my slip and pulls it up past my thighs, a curse falling from his lips when looks down at the view.
“Fuck, that’s a pretty sight, Alexis,” he groans, hand moving back down between my legs as his thumb reaches for my clit, “is this what you want, trouble? Because I’m prepared to give it to you all night.”
“Yes!” I cry when he rubs against my clit, “fuck, Keane, don’t stop.”
The Prince grins and brings another finger down my slit, his touch easily catching the wet slickness that has been waiting for him since he stood up from his chair.
“Ancients, you’re ready for me,” he groans in approval.
I moan and let my head fall onto his shoulder, watching as he teases my entry while his thumb continues to rub against my clit.
“Please…” I close my eyes with a whimper.
“So pretty when you beg, Alexis.”
My body teeters on the edge as my hips rock even more. I grind into his cock, moans slipping from my lips as I desperately try to find a release that’s been building too fast.
“You stopped watching,” he says in mock disappointment, head turning against mine as his teeth nip against my neck. I groan and push my hips into his hand again, biting down on his shoulder in both frustration and desire and willing my eyes to open.
“There you go, trouble,” he groans, “watch me as I take you.”
He thrusts a finger in deep, the sight of it disappearing between my thighs making me cry out loud.
“Keane!”
He pulls out and then plunges back in, the movement so aggressive that it really does feels like he’s trying to lay his claim on me. His hips thrust forward and then rock with his next pump, two fingers now stretching me in a delicious burn that makes me bite down on his shoulder again.
“Fuck me, Alexis, you’re so tight. Keep clenching me, trouble. Take what you need.”
I’m panting, my hips rocking into his thrusts as I continue to watch his hand work my body. He curls his fingers inside and smirks when I scream his name again, his arrogance repeating the movement and taking what we both deserve.
“Ancients!”
He’s good.
His fingers are starting a possessive rhythm, hand finally releasing my wrists from behind my back as they fall on the soft rug underneath me. I lean back with a grip and start grinding my hips into his palm, my breasts bouncing with every thrust of his fingers as he rocks me in his lap.
He’s too fucking good.
I’m going to come.
Keane’s free hand finds my clit and takes over for his thumb, his fingers rubbing so skillfully that they move in tandem with each of his thrusts.
