Keela

by L. A. Casey

  Once back inside my bedroom I crawled into my bed and snuggled into my pillow. I covered myself with my duvet and closed my eyes on a relaxed sigh. I opened them not a second later when I felt something graze against my behind.

  I instantly narrowed my eyes. “Don't even think about it.”

  Silence.

  I didn't move my body, but I did open my eyes and concentrated as I listened for Alec's movements. I heard nothing but his breathing and frowned.

  Maybe it was the duvet that touched—“Alec!” I shouted, interrupting my thoughts.

  Alec chuckled like a youngster as he wrapped his arms around my body and pulled me backwards until my back was moulded into his front. He rolled his pelvis into my behind and as soon as I felt the hardness of his length I knew sleeping was out of the question. I allowed him to turn me onto my back, and I could sense his smile when I turned my head and kissed the closest part of his body my mouth could reach, which turned out to be his collarbone.

  “I knew it was you who touched me,” I murmured.

  Alec leaned down and brushed his nose against mine. “Whenever something touches a part of your body when we're in bed, it's a ninety-nine-point-nine percent chance it's me, not Storm, looking to cop a feel.”

  I lightly snickered. “I can never be sure, a few times Storm has come into the room and nudged me as he snuck up onto the bed.”

  Alec scoffed. “An overweight German Shepherd shouldn't be able to sneak anywhere. I'm serious about setting up cameras to see how he's so stealthy when he's creeping around.”

  Joy filled me as Alec's antics pushed away the worry and nagging fear leftover from my nightmare.

  I grinned. “He is a ninja dog.”

  My new codename for Storm grated on Alec's nerves.

  “Ninja dog, please. More like suspicious dog. I swear he was a human in his past life.”

  I laughed then and flung my hand over my mouth to keep quiet.

  “Why are you being quiet?” Alec asked. “It's only us here.”

  I nodded in the direction of the hallway. “Storm's asleep.”

  Alec hated when I was quiet in our bedroom.

  He groaned. “A man shouldn't have to worry about keeping his woman quiet in the bedroom, he should worry if she's not loud enough.”

  I smiled, but remained quiet.

  “Are you going to spread your legs and give yourself to me... or are you going to make me beg?”

  I pretended to think on it.

  “Come on, Kitten, I only have God knows how long before we have kids and sex is nothing but a fond memory in the back of my mind.”

  I bit down on my lower lip as I reached out and placed my hand on Alec's bicep. I ran it all the way up to his shoulder then curved it around the back of his neck and pulled his head down to mine.

  I gave him a whisper soft kiss then murmured, “Do you think you can make me scream, Playboy?”

  “I fucking know I can,” Alec growled.

  Then, like a snap of my fingers, he was between my legs.

  I licked my lips and lifted my pelvis up so Alec could slide my underwear from my body.

  “I don't understand why you even bother to wear these to bed,” Alec muttered to himself as he flung my knickers over his shoulder.

  I rid myself of my tank top and tossed it somewhere in the room. I was naked, and spread wide as I waited for Alec. He reached over and flipped on the lamp on his bedside locker so he could see me. He squinted for a moment then smiled down at me with his big blue eyes when he could see me clearly.

  “There's my pretty Kitten.”

  I flushed.

  Alec then scooted back a little and lowered his head to my pooch aka my stomach.

  I groaned when he kissed the spot above my belly button. “Why is it always me belly you kiss first? The one part of me body I hate and you—”

  “Show you that I love it just the way it is.”

  Silence.

  Damn him for being so bloody cute.

  “It's fat. I'm fat.”

  Alec looked up at me with pained eyes then moved up my body until he was resting on his elbows as he hovered over me. “Are we going to have this talk again?”

  Yes.

  I shrugged. “I've gained a stone since we started datin', don't try and tell me I haven't gotten bigger. I know I have, me favourite pair of jeans not buttonin' up anymore is a clear sign.”

  Alec leaned his face down and brushed his nose over mine. “You aren't fat, you gained some weight, but not enough to even border on being fat. You look healthy.”

  I scoffed and gripped my belly pooch.

  “Explain this?”

  Alec looked down and rolled his eyes. “That is just some excess skin from when you were heavier a few years ago. Not everyone's skin snaps back when they lose weight, you know?”

  Tell me about it.

  I grunted, “Yeah, I know.”

  I had the pooch to prove how well I knew.

  Alec kissed my forehead. “You're beautiful, inside and outside, with or without your excess—”

  “Pooch,” I corrected.

  Alec snorted. “With or without your pooch.”

  I furrowed my eyebrows. “You say that now until a perfectly toned woman or man walks by and you wonder why you aren't with him or her instead of stumpy me.”

  Alec cursed. “Stop it, you're going to piss me off with that stupid way of thinking. I love you. I'm engaged to you. I'm going to have children some day with you. No one else. You're it for me and that is the last time I ever want to hear you doubting that, do you understand me Keela?”

  I blinked up at Alec.

  “Say you understand,” he said, his tone firm.

  I licked my lips. “I understand.”

  Alec leaned down and brushed his lips against mine. “What's that heated look you're giving me?”

  Lust, love, and admiration.

  “I'm so hot for you.”

  Alec raised his eyebrows. “Oh, really?”

  I nodded my head.

  Alec grinned and pecked my lips before he moved down my body and kissed every patch of skin he could along the way including my pooch. He palmed my breasts and pressed his nose against my mound and inhaled.

  I hated when he did that.

  “It's a vagina not a bloody flower, enough with the damn sniffin' already!” I hissed.

  I heard him chuckle and felt the vibrations against my flesh. I bit down on my lower lip when he spread me with his tongue and circled my clit.

  Fuck.

  My hips began to involuntarily rise upwards, but Alec clamped his hands down on my hips, and not so gently pulled me back down until I was once again lying flat on our bed. I licked my lips and fisted the bed sheets in my hands as Alec suckled and licked me until my breathing was fast and audible.

  “Oh, God,” I groaned as he shook his head from left to right.

  I hissed as Alec brushed his stubble against me and clicked my tongue in disapproval when he lightly chuckled at me. He continued to torture me as he slid his hands from my hips upwards back towards my breasts. He palmed them and tweaked my nipples as he sucked my clit back into his mouth and rubbed his lips back and forth over it causing my back to arch.

  “There! There! There!” I repeated in breathless pants as sizzling pulses were pulled from every corner of my body and sucked, literally, to the hot spot between my legs.

  When my orgasm hit I opened my mouth and silent cries flew free. My eyes rolled back, my toes curled, and shivers shot up and down my spine. For an unknown amount of seconds I was unaware of my surroundings, time, and life itself. I was lost in bliss... and the bliss only continued when I came to, just as my man lined his cock up against my entrance and thrust forward.

  “Every time,” Alec hissed as he shivered in pleasure. “You feel like ecstasy every single time.”

  I wrapped my legs around his hips and raised my arms above my head so he could grab my wrists and pin them there. He didn't realise it, but he lik
ed having that bit of control over me during sex so I offered it up to him freely. I lifted my head to his when he lowered the upper half of his body down to me.

  “Make me sore,” I whispered.

  Alec growled as he bit down on my cheek before he slid his teeth over my flesh and nipped at my lips, which hurt in a delicious way. He pulled out of me and thrust right back in as he fell into a slow and steady rhythm of fucking me. I arched my back so his chest brushed against my nipples with his every thrust.

  “Talk to me,” Alec growled.

  I flicked my eyes up to his and found they were ablaze for me.

  Only me.

  “I can feel you... so deep inside me,” I whispered, and purposely stuck my tongue out and slid it over my lips in a slow seductive invitation for him to kiss me.

  Alec growled as he slammed into me making me gasp. He covered my mouth with his at that exact moment and took my gasp as his own and swallowed it down. He let go of one of my wrists and lowered his now free hand to my head, where he fisted my thick red mane in his hand and pulled.

  I hissed, not in pain but in approval.

  “I want your ass,” he said with his eyes locked on mine.

  He was looking for any hesitation or worry in my eyes. I knew if he saw the slightest hint of either one, he wouldn't take my arse like he wanted, he would just continue to fuck me the way he already was. I wasn't worried about anal sex, but I was worried for our future sex life if I didn't enjoy it. We had tried it once before, and it didn't last long enough for me to judge if I liked it or not, so a round of arse fucking was something I was heartedly game for, and something I had been waiting for.

  “Take it then,” I challenged Alec who smirked at me as he plunged into me for a long, deep stroke.

  I moaned in delight then whimpered when he pulled out of me.

  “Bold man,” I hissed.

  Alec grinned as he slapped my thigh and said, “Roll over.”

  I did as ordered and rolled onto my front. I pressed my hands into the mattress and pushed up my upper body while my bent knees held up my lower half. I swayed my hips from left to right in invitation.

  I looked over my shoulder to Alec whose gaze was locked on my arse.

  I smirked. “What are you waitin' for?” I asked.

  Alec flicked his eyes to mine and glared.

  He slapped my arse, hard.

  I yelped.

  “Don't rush me with this, I don't want to hurt you.”

  “You just slapped me,” I argued.

  He slapped my arse again.

  “Only because you love it.”

  I kept my mouth shut and grinned—he knew me too well.

  I felt the mattress move as Alec climbed off the bed and moved over to his side of the bed where he opened the top drawer of his bedside locker.

  I closed my eyes and leaned my head down until it rested against the mattress. The pulsing between my thighs was starting to slow so I reached down between my legs and slid my fingers up and down my wet folds for a few strokes before I rotated them around my sensitive clit. I licked my lips as my hips bucked each my time my fingers made direct contact. I continued to tease myself until Alec moved away from his locker and moved to where I assumed was the end of the bed. I confirmed my assumption when I looked between my legs and saw him stood just a few feet away from me.

  “Fuck me,” he growled after a moment or two.

  I inwardly glowed and closed my eyes.

  He was watching me.

  I could feel his eyes on me.

  “Damn, Kitten,” he breathed and climbed up onto the bed behind me.

  I felt his hands clamp down on my hips, then his pelvis brush against me.

  “If it's too painful, tell me. Okay?” Alec ordered, his tone stern.

  I nodded my head and pushed my behind into him.

  He hissed.

  I flinched a little when a cold gel was spread out over my anus then couldn't help but tense as Alec gently slid his finger inside me. I felt him stop so I forced myself to relax. I exhaled a large breath and let the tension seep out of my muscles until I was loose and relaxed.

  Alec gently stretched me out with his finger for a bit, then added a second, then a third and to be honest, it didn't feel good. It just felt like someone was sticking their fingers up my arse, which is exactly what he was doing. I refused to give up so soon though, instead I focused on my breathing and tried not to think about it.

  “Do you want to play with your clit?” Alec asked me.

  Yes!

  “Can I?” I asked.

  Alec chuckled and used his free hand to slap my arse.

  “Yes, bring yourself to the edge for me, but don't make yourself come until I tell you to.”

  I did as told and played with my clit enough to make me pant, but not come. I stroked my finger over my clit and shivered. Alec chose this moment to press the head of his cock into my arse. I groaned as he pushed past the thick ring of muscle and fully embedded himself inside me.

  “Okay?” he asked.

  It hurt, but not that bad.

  Alec on the other hand sounded like he was hurting terribly.

  “I'm fine,” I breathed. “Are you okay?”

  He slowly pulled out halfway, then eased back into me. “It's too... fucking... good.”

  I purred with delight and gently pushed back as Alec thrust forward into me.

  “Oh my God,” he breathed.

  I couldn't help but laugh. “You sound like you're goin' to cry.”

  “I could,” he hissed. “It feels... perfect. You feel perfect.”

  I hummed with pleasure.

  I continued to play with my clit, and after a minute or two Alec couldn't keep to his slow and steady thrusts and began to pump into my body harder and faster. I was surprised with the pleasure it brought me.

  “Yes,” I groaned.

  Alec slid his hands to my arse cheeks and squeezed them. “I wish you could see this.”

  I imagined watching his cock sliding in and out of me, and the erotic image only fuelled my pleasure as I worked my fingers faster against my pulsing clit.

  “Keela,” Alec gasped.

  I knew that gasp... he was close.

  “Now!” He shouted. “Make yourself come!”

  I pushed back harder against him and worked my fingers faster. Six pumps later and my mind went blank as waves of pleasure spread from my clit, to my arse and back again.

  “Yes!” I screamed and rode out the sensations.

  I think Alec called out my name as his fast movements slowed to short jerky thrusts of his pelvis.

  My upper body was flat against my mattress, and once Alec stopped grinding into me, my lower body joined my upper half flat on the bed a second before Alec collapsed on top of me. He semi slid off my body leaving his legs hanging off the end of the bed, while his upper body was sprawled out across my back.

  “Was... that... good... for you?” Alec asked, breathing rapidly against my spine.

  I was trapped under him and couldn't move even if I wanted to.

  I was spent.

  I grunted in response.

  “What does... that mean?” Alec asked, still regaining his breath as he nuzzled his face against my skin.

  He was exhausted, yet I could hear the worry in his voice.

  I smiled into my mattress. “It means when you get your breath back, can we do that again?”

  Alec was silent for a moment then he laughed, hard.

  He kissed my lower back. “God, I love you.”

  “I love you, too,” I murmured. “I'm serious though, I wanna do that again.”

  Alec vibrated with laughter. “Give me a minute.”

  “Fifty-nine, fifty-eight, fifty-seven—”

  Alec's glorious laughter cut me off causing my insides to beam with happiness. I closed my eyes then and prayed that I would wake up feeling as happy. I prayed my dreaded nightmare would be kept at bay.

  I was asleep until I felt a poke on my be
hind rousing me from my peaceful slumber.

  “Kitten?” a voice whispered.

  I didn't know if I was dreaming or not so I remained still and murmured, “Hmmm?”

  I felt a harder nudge on my backside and my body tensed up.

  Definitely not dreaming.

  Oh, no, not right now.

  “Go into the bathroom and get yourself off,” I said then stretched my body out, lightly tensing when soreness gripped my behind.

  Alec halted touching me as he said, “What?”

  I groaned, “We just had sex—me vagina, and arse, are closed until further notice. Feck off.”

  Alec chuckled, “We had sex seven hours ago, but that's not why I'm waking you up.”

  Seven hours ago?

  It felt like I was asleep for less than a minute.

  “What are you wakin' me up for if not for sex?” I asked, pestered.

  A suspicion niggled at the back of my mind that he was up to something.

  I felt Alec get out of bed, but I didn't move or open my eyes.

  He cleared his throat. “It's moving day, I'm going to go and get the moving truck in an hour with Kane.”

  Brilliant.

  “You go and do that.”

  Silence.

  “Keela?”

  I pressed myself down into my mattress and whimpered.

  “I thought you were leavin'?”

  Alec exhaled loudly. “You have to get up and start boxing up the things you want to keep and things you want to trash... I told you we should have started packing over the weekend instead of leaving it until today.”

  Sorry, Mother.

  I inwardly rolled my eyes.

  “We live in a shoebox, how many things can we possibly have?” I asked without moving or opening my eyes.

  I mentally winced once the question passed my lips.

  Alec snorted. “You're the Queen of hoarding so trust me, we have a lot of crap.”

  I didn't like to throw things out that could be of future use, so sue me!

  I knew I had to get up and get a move on, but I didn't move from the bed and it must have annoyed Alec.

  “Get up or I'm pulling a Branna and pouring water all over you,” he threatened.

  I didn't bother laughing or saying something enticing because he would do it—the evil bastard.

  “I'm up, I'm up... you miserable sod,” I grumbled.