Keane starts to fuck me with his fingers, smirking to himself when I cry out his name. My nails press into his biceps, my grip tightening and holding onto him for support to help stand. I quickly abandon that idea and jump off the ground, knowing that I won’t be standing much longer if he continues on like this. I wrap my legs around his waist and grind against his fingers, groaning in satisfaction when Keane starts to pump in harder. My hips begin to rock back and forth as he holds me by the ass, his grin so wide on my neck that I swear it’s going to leave its own imprint there.
Keane starts to move under us, walking us to the bed as his fingers curl and rub from inside as I nearly explode into climax.
“Keane,” I cry, “I’m going to come.”
Keane smirks and then thrusts up hard, making me gasp so loud that my full body sinks against his in support. I shudder and let my head fall hard on his shoulder, my breathing ragged and pounding into his chest.
“You’ve always liked my fingers, Alexis,” Keane chuckles and presses his lips back on my neck, claiming his bruise again. I moan and continue to roll my hips against those fingers, lifting my body up slightly before I fall back down on them to show him just how much I agree.
Keane groans and swiftly pulls out, grabbing my ass hard as my own hands hastily reach down to begin working on his waistband. But Keane’s hunger is a force of its own, and when one of those hands on my ass dips back for my entry again, I lose all thought of what I aimed to do and bite down on his shoulder.
“Ancients!”I moan, feeling his fingers move in a way that captures my wetness as if he wants to drown in it. My whole body begins to tremble when he thrusts back in, his hand staying there and letting me grind into him however I want.
But Keane is just as quick to remove his touch, his hand now gliding back out and reaching for my clit. He rubs a few small circles and then skims his fingers down my slit, his touch teasing and mocking as he repeats the process again.
“Give them back to me, Keane,” I demand heatedly, raking my nails against his abdomen, “it’s what I want.”
Keane chuckles and thrusts his fingers into me hard, then pulls them back out only to push in again. I yell into his shoulder as he brings his thumb up to my clit, his finger finding that sensitive spot so perfectly that I quite literally start fucking his hand.
“When you beg, Alexis,” Keane pumps into me as my body lights to fire, “I will kneel before you and give you the whole of the fucking Old World…”
“Keane,” I cry at his words, rolling my hips to meet every thrust.
“And when you moan my name,” he swiftly removes his hand and tugs my waistband down my hip, “I pray to the Ancients that they let it be the last thing I hear before I leave this World.”
“Keane,” I moan louder as he suddenly throws me off him.
“Just like that, trouble,” he nods in approval as I fall onto the bed. I arch my back against the sheets, trembling under his gaze that is so heated and intense.
“When I tell you that you are everything, I mean it, Alexis,” Keane takes a step forward so that he is standing at the edge between my legs. I watch as his hands begin to loosen the waistband around his hips and quickly do the same for mine. I pull down what remains of my riding pants and the lace underneath and make quick work of my boots, letting everything clatter to the floor. Keane is already undressed, his hungry eyes grazing over my bare body as he looks down at me in confidence.
“Fuck me, Keane,” I narrow my eyes on his, unable to wait any longer.
Keane smiles and leans down to the bed. He runs his hands along my thighs, gripping them tight as he pulls me roughly to the edge and aligns my hips directly in front of his length. His intense gaze rakes over the wet mess waiting for him, his cock jumping at attention as the head presses against my entry. He quickly moves his hands around my rear and squeezes my ass, lifting my lower body off the bed so he can thrust into me hard in a single stroke.
“Fuck, Alexis,” he groans, “so fucking good. So tight.”
I grip the sheets at my side for support and feel him consume every inch of me, the size of him not something I’ll ever get used to. Keane pulls out fully and keeps his gaze down on our joined bodies, his eyes fixated on my hips and the way they’re arched to receive him. I lift my ass higher andwatch as he stares at himself slowly pushing back into me, not stopping until he’s sunk all the way to the base.
“Ancients,” I moan and close my eyes.
My head falls back onto the bed as Keane thrusts into me again, hitting that perfect spot his fingers were claiming not moments before. I cry out his name and surrender to him, feeling my climax already close.
Keane grips my ass tighter and holds my hips even higher, pulling out swiftly and pounding in hard. Everything within me begins to heat to his perfect movements, every thrust an affirmation sending me closer to release. I moan his name over and over as he fucks me steadily, taking me so easily that I think my heart and body may just burst around him. Every thrust hits that climax within before he pulls back out and then pounds in to reach for it again.
I open my eyes with ragged breaths and spot his gaze still watching our joined bodies, watching as his movements push me along the bed with every one of his thrusts. I grip the sheets hard when my eyes meet his, moaning loud as my body convulses and tightens from the single gaze. I find my release with such quick and heated intensity that I wonder, truly, if my heart will burst.
Keane holds me through my body’s heavy climax and grips my hips even tighter as his movements turn possessive. I angle myself higher for him, crying out in surprise when another orgasm starts to build, and let him fuck me until we both find our combined release. Keane groans in satisfaction and keeps our bodies entwined, his brown eyes finding mine again and holding my gaze.
“Keane,” I whisper, willing him to feel everything I do right now.
“I know, Alexis,” he nods, “you and me.”
CHAPTER XXIII
HIRO LOVER
We departed Brierman at dawn, opting to take a hard ride all the way to Bartley’s Clearing so we could then take a steady ride into Bardot in the afternoon. We stopped once for a quick break in the orange fields and dismounted from Millie and Ash to water and give them a short rest. We took a morning breakfast for ourselves as Keane and I discussed stopping again at Bartley’s village, ultimately deciding against it. We would ride for Castle Bardot without delay and arrive before the sun even thought about setting.
