Beetlejuice Kissing Novels & Stories

I huffed, “I don't care about the movies right now babe. We're talking about depriving me of sex!!” He chuckled. “I can give you lot of kisses.” “Fondling too.” “Petting,” he bargained. “Kisses, fondling and your fingers.” “Hmm, you're driving a hard bargain Ms. Beckett.” I leaned closer and whispered against his lips. “I'll let you cum…twice.” He grabbed my waist and yanked me closer. I squealed, holding my bowl tightly to avoid spillage. “You have yourself a deal!” I laughed and kissed him.

The kiss took me by surprise, but not for long as I found myself kissing him back. Tyler ended the kiss and looked at me with a sly grin. I raise my eyebrow at him. "That was in case your parents were watching us." I laughed to clear my head from the giddy feeling that Tyler's kiss created. "That makes sense." Tyler chuckled. "See you tomorrow." I waved at him as he walked away.

For a moment, the tension between them softened, replaced by a quiet understanding that neither of them dared to put into words. Ray shifted, his body pressing against hers as he kissed her deeply, the intensity of it sending a shiver down her spine. Samira responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, losing herself in the feel of his lips on hers. The kiss quickly escalated, their hands exploring familiar paths with renewed urgency.

“Bésame (Kiss me)” His mouth curved into a small smile and he lowered his lips to mine. Soft and hard, at the same time. He licked my lower lip and I opened my mouth. He eased his tongue inside. Hot, sexy, dark and edgy. He moaned my name and my core clenched. Jace tilted my head and deepened the kiss. I held his chin and pressed my lips to his in return until my nose bumped his, and I drew in his breath and inhaled more of that cedar and grapefruit scent of his... sending my ovaries into overdrive.

His hand settles against my cheek. Mine curls into his hoodie. And for a little while, I’m not waiting for my phone to buzz. I’m not thinking about freshman year. I’m not wondering who hated me. I’m just seventeen years old, kissing my boyfriend on a blanket between our houses while Ryan Gosling suffers dramatically in the background. Then the upstairs window opens. “THAT’S HOW BABIES HAPPEN!” I jerk away from Beckett. “MASON!” His bedroom window slams shut. I stare at Beckett.

Minsoo kissed her, not a simple peck on the lips, not a calm kiss, but a very passionate kiss. When the kiss eventually and softly concluded. Jewel gazed into his eyes, saying. "So, what do you think about kissing a black girl?" The two couples, Trent and Peta and Kenneth and Kita, were engrossed in-jokes about being married as they all laughed. The whole evening, two people, in particular, kept glancing at one another. Of course, Razor eased his way into the conversation with Suhi before the night ended. He was walking up to her with two colorful drinks in his hand.

“There’s more than enough. Starting with the fact that I haven’t stopped thinking about kissing you.” Then his mouth was on mine. It wasn’t soft. It was fast and consuming. The kind of kiss that made every ounce of denial burn away. His hand gripped my waist, pulling me flush against him, and I kissed him back with all the frustration and want tangled inside me. “Mira!” Jesse’s call out from the living room. “I’m not hearing voices again, am I? This is me officially giving you the condom talk. I’m not ready to be an uncle yet!”

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

I ask, my voice gruff, "Do you like watching me stroke my cock?" "Yes," She barely whispers before she begins to moan, her eyes rolling to the back of her head when Beckett gently bites her already sensitive thighs and then licks away the pain. I watch, captivated, as Katrina tries to adjust her placement on Beckett's face. Beckett has a firm grip on her ass; I can see where his nails are digging in, and I know she will have his nail marks imprinted by the time he's done. He continues to bite and kiss her inner thighs, placing the gentlest kiss on her mound once he reaches it. Katrina thrusts forward at the contact, and I hear Beckett's low chuckle.

"You don't want my parents to hear you, do you?" "Oh, oh, oh," Becky gasped uncontrollably as John's tongue worked her pussy. "You've got to be quieter," Kelly whispered, bending over close to Becky and kissing her softly on the mouth. She was shocked to feel Becky's tongue slide into her mouth as Becky gripped her head, kissing her fiercely as John continued to suck her pussy. Kelly happily kissed her back, taking advantage of the situation to let her hand come up to cup one of Becky's breasts, her fingers finding her hard nipple and pinching it and pulling on it as they continued to kiss.