“Fuck,” he yells into the silent tunnel, “fuck, you’re so good.”
Keane runs his hand through my hair, his sensitive cock thrusting once more as he comes down from his high. I grab that hand and bring it down my chest, licking his length in a teasing goodbye before I stand up.
“You do this,” I remind him as I did in Fumagalli, pressing our hands onto my wildly beating heart. I move us down my dress and past my stomach, dipping under the slit at the side of my leg as I guide us between my thighs.
“You do this to me, Keane,” I moan as his fingers push past my folds.
“Ancients, Alexis,” he groans, “you’re dripping. Let me finish you.”
“Only this once,” I whisper, meeting his intense brown gaze, “and then we meet at our spot.”
Keane smirks, thrusting two fingers inside as I gasp out loud.
“And then we meet at our spot,trouble.”
Keane leans down and wraps his free arm around the backs of my legs, lifting me up easily as his arm grips my ass. His fingers pull out just as I situate my hips and then pump back in, his lips landing on mine to capture my cry as he kisses me with full force. I moan against his mouth and whimper when it leaves me just as quickly, panting when his tongue flicks over my nipple before taking it with his teeth. He bites and sucks as his fingers pump relentlessly, my own nails raking over the back of his shirt and willing him to be rougher with me. Keane slams my back into the wall as I gasp again, his fingers curling inside and reaching for my clit. I rock my hips with every thrust, grinding and begging that he still gives me more. Keane complies and buries three fingers inside me, stretching me into a delicious burn that makes me cry out his name. The sound echoes in the tunnel as my body goes wild, every hard thrust sending a jolt of wanton lust straight through me.
“Come for me, Alexis,” Keane demands.
He sucks my nipple hard and then moves on to the next, biting and licking as he gives my ass a rough squeeze. I pant at the man holding me and look down to his mouth on my chest and his hand below my dress, everything about his aggressive demand sending me closer to the edge. I’mnearly there when I look around the tunnel and tense, thoroughly forgetting that anyone can catch us in the act.
“I don’tfuckingcare,” Keane groans, noticing my gaze around us, “you’ll come in this tunnel, Alexis. I want to hear your pretty screams echoing off these walls.”
He thrusts in deeply to prove his point. I tighten around him and moan out load, my hips grinding back and forth on his hand as if it were his cock. Keane takes a step away from the wall and turns us towards the entry to the Palisades, his gaze watching me with a boyish grin as he lets me get myself off.
“Keane.”
My eyes widen at his intention, feeling as he pulls his fingers out only to thrust back in. I whimper and fall into his hold, leaning my head on his shoulder as my ragged breaths pound out of my chest.
“You’re bad,” I bite down through his shirt, “anyone can see us.”
“Iambad,” he chuckles, pulling his fingers out, “you’ll see more of that as time passes.”
My body tenses when his fingers start skimming my rear.
“Oh no.”
“Oh yes,” he chuckles again, taking my wetness and caressing the tight muscle, “you like it.”
I moan when he slowly presses a finger inside. I bite down on his shoulder again and curse his name, feeling as another two fingers thrust into my wet heat.
“Fuck!” I cry out.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
It’s too good. Ancients,it’s so good.
Keane pulls out slowly and then thrusts back in, my full body convulsing as I scream his name. My nails frantically run up and down his back as I take his hard pumps, whimpering at the pleasure that only this man can bring me.
Keane chuckles in approval and starts thrusting even harder, praising me for taking him so good as his thumb finds my clit. I scream out his name again in my release, gasping at the sound echoing across the walls before I sag blissfully into his chest.
“Ancients, you’re everything, Alexis.”
Keane stops in his walk to the Palisades and gives my ass a rough squeeze, pulling his fingers out from between my legs before he carefully lowers me to the ground. He finds the slit of my dress and adjusts it back in place, watching in satisfaction as I take a deep breath and step away on trembling legs.
“You’re sated,” he grins, eyes falling to my bare breasts in front of him.
“I am,” I nod with a smile, grabbing the straps of my dress, “remember this, Keane. You won’t be seeing them again until Gaumond.”
