I’m frozen, completely in a state of shock on the outside, but inside, I was squealing like one of my friends. Why did he kiss me? Was it some sort of a ploy? Was it a trick to manipulate me somehow? To get at the Beasts? To get at Shay?
“Calm your busy mind, Sunshine. Sometimes a kiss is just a kiss…” Keenan gifts me that slow, sexy wink and leans in again, pressing his mouth a little harder to mine this time. I try to reciprocate, closing my eyes, as he coaxes my lips to dance with his. He lets out a small groan and runs his tongue over my mouth until I open it at his prodding, and he sweeps it inside. My fingers reach up on their own accord and tightly grip the lapels of his leather jacket, carefully massaging my tongue against his. The kiss is unhurried, slow and raw, and it makes my head swim. Keenan was not a boy… he was a man… and damn, this kiss would ruin any others from boys my age for me.
“Fuck, I love this mouth...” he murmurs, breathing against my lips before diving in again. One arm encircles around my waist, crushing me against himself, while the other slides up to the side of my neck. His thumb strokes my jawline as he releases a sort of agonized moan. “Goddamn it, Mina.” His forehead presses to mine, his breathing uneven and harsh. Peering up from under my lashes, I’m shaken by the tortured expression on his face. “I knew you would grow into a beauty…” he says in a broken whisper. My heart batters against my ribcage, but before I can respond, Keenan shakes his head. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t want to…” But he doesn’t release me, even when his entire body tenses.
“Then why did you?” I ask, my voice breaking slightly.
“Would you believe me if I said I couldn’t help myself?”
“No,” I said honestly. I really, really, didn’t understand why Keenan felt compelled to kiss me. At all.
His wicked grin was back, his thumb still stroking my cheek. “You have no idea, Sunshine…”
But whatever he was about to say is cut off when his lips crush against mine again. This time, he kisses me like I’m the air he needs to breathe. One hand drifts up my back as he pulls me down into the sand with him, arranging me in his lap so I’m straddling him. The hand cradling my face moves down the side of my throat, his fingertips brushing over my skin so lightly, it leaves a trail of goosebumps in their wake. They skim over my collarbone, stroking, before moving lower, tracing the neckline of my shirt.
“Mina?” he says, his voice cracking. I crane my head back to look up at him, and see the desire burning in his eyes, his pupils blown. As I find myself getting lost in his fervent stare, his hand drifts down and cups my breast, carefully massaging it in his large palm. His jaw clenches, like he’s restraining himself from going any farther with me. Bringing his other hand up to the back of my head, he seizes a handful of my hair and jerks me forward again, bruising my lips with his kiss.
“I don’t want to let you go.” He moans into my mouth. “Fuck, I want you. I want you so fucking badly. But...” His hands come up so that they’re gripping the front of my shirt, as he struggles with some sort of conflict in his mind. For a heartstopping moment, he pulls back slightly, like he’s about to stop altogether. Oh hell no! I think. I’ve waited too damn long to just have him get all noble and self-sacrificing on me now.
“No, you don’t.” My hands fly to the back of his neck and I pull him towards me and boldly kiss him. For a second, he doesn’t react, he just goes absolutely still, like I’ve stunned him with my daring. I start grinding on his lap, rubbing against the hard-on he’s sporting beneath his jeans, and he lets out a long, agonized moan. Snapping out of whatever was holding him back, he returns my kiss with the same passion and urgency that I feel in this moment.
We practically attack each other in our lustful haze. He slides out of his leather cut, while I cling to him and suck on the side of his neck and pepper kisses over every part of him within reach. Next thing I know, I feel the warmth and weight of his Black Spades jacket as he settles it around my shoulders, carefully wrapping it around me to shield me from the cooler, late spring breeze. His fingers slide up the front of my hoodie, finding the tab to my zipper and yanks it down, and slips it off from beneath his cut, and tosses it aside.
When Keenan guides me back, he adjusts his jacket so that my head lies across the leather. It was soft, and smelled like him, that manly scent of his that I wished I could bottle up and carry around with me. It takes me a second to really process his actions, and when I do, I feel like I can’t breathe at the gesture. I know how important a biker’s cut is. I’ve seen Shay, even in the midst of chaos, make sure that his cut never touches the floor, nor is left just laying around haphazardly. James and the other Beasts are the same. And here was Keenan, using his as a shield for me, from the ground and seaspray that was carried by the wind. I look up at him, my eyes stinging as I fight back tears, but one slips out, slowly falling back into my hair. His sharp gaze spots it, and using the pad of his thumb, he tenderly wipes it away.
Keenan drapes his body over mine, nudging his knee between my thighs so they spread for him. He settles himself there, pressing his hips into me. I gasp as the hard bulge beneath his jeans rubs into me in just the right way, but he doesn’t give me a chance to really register what is happening before he ducks down and sucks my lower lip between his.
Sighing into his mouth, I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers running through his soft, blond hair while he clutches the swell of my hips in his large, rough hands. As his tongue leisurely begins to stroke mine again, his hips start to move in slow, meticulous thrusting motions, rubbing his erection against my pussy. I’m still in my spandex and tights, but I can feel his massive hard-on beneath his jeans as it presses against my clit, and soon, I’m eagerly pressing back. When I do, Keenan lets out a low, rumble from deep in his throat, and his kisses only become more ardent and unyielding. I feel like I could kiss him forever…
The sand beneath me shifts as Keenan presses a little harder, moving his hips to mine a little faster now, and his hands slide from my waist to my ass. Gripping it firmly, he adjustes me so that my hips tilt up to his a little more, and his thrusts become more frenzied. Both of us are gasping as we move together. Deep within my core, I can feel a rising, tingling sensation that I feel myself instinctively pursuing. I greedily arch my back, seeking more, rolling my hips against his hardness, seeking out my pleasure.
“Jesus… FUCK!” he groans as he bites my bottom lip, pulling on it as he moves even faster as he grinds into me. My eyes flutter closed and I snatch fistfuls of his hair, yanking his head back as I reach up and run my tongue along the length of his neck. “Holy shit, Mina,” he pants as he continues to thrust, furiously rubbing against where my clit is beneath my pants. The sensation that was building and throbbing within my lower belly suddenly reaches its peak. Keenan doesn’t stop, even when I let out a broken sort of cry as an explosion bursts within me, flooding my body with a tingling rush that leaves me breathless and shaking.
The pulse slows in waves and I feel like my body has become boneless, like I’m made of jello. As the rush abates, I feel incredibly tranquil and content, as if I just had a major release of all the stress I’d been bottling up inside and was finally set free for the first time. An orgasm. I just had an orgasm. Holy shit… Keenan just gave me my first orgasm!