“Ancients,” I moan.
Keane pulls out and slides his fingers forward, rubbing against my clit again as my nails sink into his shoulders. I try beyond anything to hold myself upright as he moves back down and then thrusts in harder, my hips jolting in reaction and moving perfectly against his hand. My body grinds into his palm, always wanting more, whimpers falling from my lips as I meet the rhythm of his thrusts.
“Fuck,” I moan, “fuck, Keane, I can’t tell you how good that feels.”
“You’re a fucking sight, Alexis, but I think you can take more.”
Keane’s fingers slide through my wetness before they plunge back skillfully inside. I moan his name and gasp when I feel a third teasing to do the same, a groan falling from my lips when my feet part wider to accommodate him. Without hesitation he pushes that third finger inside me, everything feeling so deliciously full that I tilt my head back and start riding his fingers.
“Yes, Alexis, just like that. Take what you need, trouble.”
I do as he says, holding onto his shoulders as I rock my hips into his hand.
“Tell me how long, pretty girl.”
The words tumble out of my mouth in a lusty haze.
“I bought my first set of black lace when I visited the Palisades. I was fifteen...”
Keane curls his fingers perfectly. “You lie.”
“No,” I flush down at him, catching his intense gaze before I look at his hand between my thighs. He stops his thrusting movements but keeps his fingers so deeply rooted inside me that I can’t help but grind against them again. Keane slaps my ass in warning, his hand quickly grabbing my hip to stop me from rocking, and sends me a look in expectance.
“Fuck, Keane,”I thrust forward, looking down at him in desperation, “it’s not a lie.”
Keane groans when one of my hands leave his shoulder to cup my breast. I squeeze it hard and tug at my nipple, giving my body what he’s denying.
“Ancients, Alexis,” he narrows his eyes on my hand as his fingers swiftly pull out and then plunge back in.
I cry out, bringing my other hand off his shoulder to grab his hair while I tug harder on my nipple. Keane curses and releases my hip to grabmy ass again. He grips it tight as his fingers pull out and push back in, his hand starting a rhythm that has me grinding my hips to meet each thrust.
“I’m there,” I moan.
Fuck, I’m there.
He does this to me.
It’s too soon, but I’m already there.
Keane quickly gets off his knees and moves his mouth to my fingers on my chest. He spreads them with his tongue and plays with my nipple, his teeth grazing over every sensitive area as I get lost to his touch. I move my hand around his neck and let the other dive towards his pants, my search above the fabric halted when he releases my ass to stop me.
“Iwillfeel you in my hand, Keane,” I demand, slapping him away.
He groans and bites down on my nipple, his fingers thrusting between my thighs in and out as his thumb works my clit. His movements turn more aggressive when I skim my own fingers behind his waistband, my hand working around his length and gasping at the sheer size of it.
Fuck me,he’s big.
I grip his cock with a moan and tug him forward, smiling when I hear a groan fall from his lips before he sucks me hard into his mouth. I take him with pure need and let my hand move in sync with every thrust of his fingers, his own hips thrusting with my hand as his lips move frantically against my chest.
“With me,” I murmur heatedly.
Keane moves to my other nipple, taking it in his mouth as my hips jerk franticly against the pull of his teeth. The sharp pain nearly sends me over the edge, my hand fisting in his hair as I grip his length harder and demand again.
“Come with me, Keane.”
He groans in agreement, his fingers pulling out abruptly to slide to my clit and take over for his thumb. Keane circles my nerves skillfully, his movements so perfect and stimulating that I scream his name in release. My head falls back in pure pleasure, hand gripping his cock and feeling his hips jerk before he spills into my palm. The feel of his hot release sets my body to fire, my hips rocking even more as I come down with a satisfied grin.
“Next time I want that in my mouth,” I smirk.
