His lips descend hard on my neck just as two fingers plunge inside me at the same time. I cry out his name and feel him thrust in again, his other hand moving to my clit to run perfect circles in stimulation. Keane slips in another finger, stretching me wide, the fullness of all three sending me quickly to the edge.
“So good for me, Alexis. Always so responsive to my touch.”
I groan out a nod and push my ass into his cock again, feeling his fingers pull out and then thrust back in. Keane’s mouth sucks hard against my neck in possession, his lips bruising and lighting my skin to fire as he gives my clit another soft pinch. He then lays that hand flat against my lower abdomen, pulling me back into his body so that he can feel my hips move for him. I grind against his length as his fingers curl inside me, rolling my hips to a steady rhythm as he starts pumping in and out, again and again.
Fuck, he feels so good.
Everything about him is consuming, so perfectly demanding.
Keane’s fingers begin to thrust harder, plunging in and out and filling me so deeply. I moan when his other hand begins to make a heated trail up my torso and cups my breast hard in greeting, his fingers teasing my nipple until I drop my head against his shoulder and cry out his name in pure pleasure.
“Come for me, Alexis. I need you relaxed and sated before you can take me.”
Fuck me.
This is too much.
Every inch of his body against mine is truly like a possession.
I’m so near to my release before I’ve even gotten the chance to touch him.
I look up at the bindings on my hands and pull against the limbs to no avail. Keane quickly takes advantage of my exposed neck and sucksharder, his lips capturing my skin and tilting my head to the side. His fingers thrust up again, reaching for my center as if he can greet it from the inside, the movement nearly making me convulse as I cry out his name again, rocking my hips against the perfect torture.
“I need to touch you,” I plead.
I feel Keane’s smirk. “Not until I feel you come on my fingers, trouble.”
I groan as his teeth skim against my neck and taunt me with a small bite. I grind harder against those commanding fingers, feeling them thrust again and again with a steady rhythm that draws me closer to climax. I try to stop the build, try to stop the heated flood that continues to drip down his hand and onto my thighs. I try my hardest to ignore the heavy desire that’s taking over my full body, truly wanting nothing more than to touch Keane and give him his own pleasure.
I glance back up at the summoned limbs on my wrists and narrow my eyes on them with a moan of resentment. I need to get out, need to fall to my knees and take Keane in my mouth, give him everything he is giving me so that the two of us can find a release together.
I stare in astonishment as the bindings begin to loosen under my gaze, the limbs snaking down my fingers and palms and unwrapping from my wrists before slipping back into the oak. I grin wickedly at the sight and then moan when Keane’s fingers thrust in hard, sending me over the edge as my full body begins to climax. I swiftly drop my hands to his own, entwining my fingers with his on my breast and between my thighs, holding onto them both as he draws out my release.
“Fuck, Keane,” I let out a haggard breath as my body comes down from a satisfied high. Keane kisses my neck, fingers pulling out of me and then pumping back in, stilling when he finally realizes my hands are on his.
I chuckle.
“Alexis,” his voice is heated and serious as he takes a small step back, “did you…”
I turn around with a grin.
“Ancients, Alexis. Did you summon your way out of that?”
I smirk and take a step towards him, vaguely aware that my pants are still pulled down to my knees and the rest of my body is completely naked.
“I don’t know what I did,” I give him an amused look, “but you were not playing fair.”
Keane runs a hand up through his hair and shakes his head in astonishment.
I laugh and bring my hands to his torso, tugging the top of his riding pants and pulling him towards me.
“You didn’t let me touch you,” I narrow my eyes and slip a hand under his waistband, grasping his hard cock and relishing in the heated throb that comes with it.
Keane groans and brings both of his hands to the sides of my face, his lips finding mine in heated wonder. My tongue rushes out, ready and wanting, claiming our kiss as I pull his length towards me again. His hips thrust with my hand, cock pulsing in my grip as the tip of him presses against my clit.
My free hand moves up to the side of his hip as I quickly pull his riding pants down. I release my hold on his length and bring that hand to his other hip, pulling down again. Keane bites my lower lip and then takes a step back, removing his hands from my face to look down at me with intensity.
“Boots,now,” he demands, eyes raking over my naked body.
