He grabs my neck and pulls me forward, mouth crashing down on mine as his tongue savagely parts my lips to deepen the kiss. He claims my mouth with a pure and commanding hunger that I’ve never felt before, the intensity of him making me whimper in his hold. I quickly bring my hands up to the back of his head and thrust my hips, needing the feel of his cock to combat the desperate ache between my legs. Keane thrusts in return, colliding us into a needy embrace that finally has the two of us coming together in a heated desperation.
I drop my hands and run my nails along Keane’s back before pulling up his shirt in a frenzy. Keane brings his own hands down to his torso and quickly peels the fabric over his head, throwing it to the ground just as I grab the front of his waistband. I pull him into me and tilt my hips in greeting, moaning when his hands move swiftly for my breasts. He squeezes with a groan and then leans back down, lips finding my lower neck as he starts to trace kisses against my collarbone. He nips all the way down the cut in my shirt, kissing and sucking the curves of my breasts with an urgency that consumes us both.
“You’re all mine, Alexis,” he groans against my breast, hands squeezing.
“Yes,” I moan, “yours.”
Keane nips against my skin and then moves his palms down my stomach. He pulls at my shirt and releases it from my waistband, grabbing the bottom as I lift my arms high into the air. The gold satin is thrown over my head without care, falling to the ground just as Keane grabs both of my wrists from above. He crosses my hands together and then pushes them backinto the Shadow Oak, his lips finding mine again as the feel of wood and granite quickly reaches around my wrists.
“Keane,” I moan breathlessly, looking up in heated astonishment at the oak wrapping around my skin. Keane releases my hands as we both watch his summoning move across my wrists and fingers, the limbs entwining themselves around me and pinning me to the trunk. He takes a small step back with a smirk, his satisfied gaze lingering on my bound wrists before his eyes trail down my arms. He takes in my lips and the heavy breaths falling from them, then farther down to my chest, looking at the black lace resting against my flushed breasts.
“This isn’t fair,” I glare at him and his hungry eyes, trying to move my hands against the oak.
“I don’t care,” he laughs, hands moving back to my breasts.
He grabs the lace and pulls it away with one strong tear, his eyes lighting with a fire at my peaked nipples. I moan and push my shoulders hard into the oak behind me, arching my chest to that intense gaze as Keane swiftly cups my breasts and then pushes them up to his mouth.
“Ancients!”
His teeth come down in a sharp nip, rolling and sucking my nipple into his mouth until I begin to grind on his cock. He releases one breast to grab the inside of my thigh, spreading my legs apart before he thrusts his length perfectly against me.
“Fuck,” I moan, “Keane.”
I pant and try to move my hands away from the oak again, but the limbs hold on tight, as if anticipating my trying escape. The feeling of being bound makes me moan in a soft cry, hating that I’m unable to touch Keane but loving the way his cock rubs perfectly against my sweet center. His mouth continues its torment of teeth and tongue on my breast, everything about his movements on my body demanding that I surrender yet again. Keane wants me to remain at his mercy, at theoak’smercy, to feel everything he’s giving me. He wants me to sit back in ecstasy and let him work my body in only the way he knows how… andfuckingAncients, he’s doing just that.
His heated breath against my breast is the only warning I get before he takes me harder, sucking and rolling my nipple in his mouth with an unrelenting force. I quickly give up on trying to release my hands and push my head against the oak, arching my chest into his mouth as I close my eyes and give him control. Keane’s hand on my thigh runs up my leg to brush against my heat, his fingers teasing my clit before they find the curve of my hip. He lets two fingers dip just below my waistband and skims both of them against the lace barrier, but he doesn’t drop them any lower.
“Touch me, Keane,” I beg.
Keane grins against my breast and releases my nipple with a chuckle. “So impatient, trouble. I told you I was going to take my time on you.”
I groan and open my eyes just as Keane’s lips find my other breast. He smirks and pulls it into his mouth, sucking at my nipple as my hips arch towards his fingers, urging them to get to where I need them to go.
Keane feels my needy body angling towards his hand and laughs, bringing his teeth down on my nipple in a fair warning. He rolls his tongue over the sharp bite and smiles when I moan, finally moving his fingers lower so that they skim down my folds. He pushes the lace to the side as my breathing turns heavy, his fingers stroking up and down in a slow and continuous tease. A soft whimper falls from my lips, ready to beg this man for more, until I feel his fingers press towards my entry with a groan against my breast.
“Fuck, Alexis,” he looks down at me in satisfaction, “you’re always so ready for me.”
I nod fervently and grind into his fingers, feeling as they take my wetness and quickly curve back up my folds. His trail finds my clit and rubs in another tease, stimulating my nerves in pure, heated torture that has my hips rolling against him without shame.
Fuck, he plays me so perfectly. Soarrogantly.
I bite down on my lip as his fingers begin to build me up without even entering, his strokes igniting my body as I fall back against the oak in support. Keane groans at the sight of my body rocking against him, his free hand dropping from my chest and navigating to the side of my riding pants. He swiftly pulls the fabric down and lets it fall past my rear before his hand skates back up and over my torso. He grabs the other side and yanks down again, dropping my pants to my knees so that only the black lace remains.
“Let me touch you,” I plead, testing the restraints of the oak.
Keane chuckles and takes a step back, giving me an amused look as his fingers pinch lightly against my clit. I gasp at the sting and feel a rush of liquid heat drip between my thighs, the sharp pleasure lingering even as his fingers begin to trail up my abdomen. He brings both of his hands out to grab my hips, gripping me softly as he eyes the black lace there.
My own eyes dart upward when I feel the bindings around my wrists begin to loosen, my arms relaxing as the Shadow Oak gives me a small reprieve. I look back at Keane, wondering if he’s finally giving in to letting me touch him, but he doesn’t seem to notice, his gaze is still transfixed on the black. He smirks quietly to himself and then grabs both of my hips tight, eyes flashing a mischievous brown just as he pulls my lower body flush into his. I moan as his hard cock thrusts against my center, then find myself being twisted around as Keane’s hands guide the movement from my waist.
My hips and chest are pushed against the trunk just as Keane surrounds me from behind. My bare breasts flush against the rough wood as I groan in needy pleasure, realizing now that the oak only loosened its hold on my wrists to let my arms turn with the rest of my body. The limbs are quick to tighten around my hands again and pull me back into the Shadow Oak, the full of this new position premeditated from the man behind me.Keane chuckles and presses his chest into my back, his hands dipping from my hips to the front of my legs, fingers sensually tracing up my thighs. He leans in with a smirk on my shoulder and presses his length against my ass, grinding against me until I start to tremble for him.
“Keane,” I whimper, feeling his grin, “this isn’t fair. Let me touch you.”
I drop my forehead to the oak in front of me, moaning when I feel the limbs around my wrists travel up my hands and between my fingers, comforting me to my bound emotions. I surrender once more and push my ass into Keane’s cock so that the hardness rubs between my thighs, watching as his fingers make their way back around to the black lace. He pulls it down in a swift motion, nipping at my shoulder as the fabric rips away completely.
“You’re not playing fair,” I moan again, feeling his fingers find my clit.
“I’m not, Alexis,” Keane smiles against my skin, “but I don’t care. You feel so fucking good against my body right now.”
