Ghosts Kissing Novels & Stories

he said against my lips, thrilling me because he noticed I was finally wearing one… For him. I hummed deep in my throat. “I bet you’ll like what’s under it even more.” With a groan, he kissed me harder, and his hand crept down, seeking the hem of the skirt. Two feet away, the elevator doors opened onto the third floor. Ezra and I sprang apart, both of us winded and wiping our mouths as we turned to cringe guiltily at the man waiting to board. Hayden shook his head and let out a long, harassed sigh. “I should’ve known you two wouldn’t be able to stay away from each other.”

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

he answers in a bored tone, like I should’ve known this already. Like he had already told me about it, and I chose to forget. Like he didn’t just let me get thrown into a literal survival test without any information whatsoever. But in the midst of my guide-loathing, something he said strikes me. “What do you mean “including the literal ones”?” Allison throws me a crazy look, but thankfully, doesn't say anything. “What do you think I mean?” Are ghosts supposed to be sarcastic and rude? “I am not a ghost.” He grimaces. “Calling me that would reduce my existence to the form of a mere soul. I have never been a mortal.”

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

And I'm sure as hell that she's going in for a kiss. And I'm right. I closed my eyes when she leaned closer to me, and I opened them when I heard loud coughs from my pals. "Ahoo! Ahem! Girls, are you two making out in front of us again?" Vidia jeered and glared sharply at me while her arms crossed on her chest. I shook my head, trying to deny what I could not, and I saw Emma and Kevin playfully rolling their eyes while taunting us. And the ghost showed them two middle fingers and stuck her tongue out.

“ I want to. A couple of days later, his body was found to have floated onto the sea shore… he had been murdered. I was heartbroken… I cried for days, but I was little, so I soon moved on due to ignorance. I could barely remember his face or voice, but I just want you to know that I’m here for you.” “Thank you” he smiled that stupid smile that made me smile back without a stupid warning, and I was stupidly moving close to him even though I told stupid ‘ol me I wasn't going to let this guy take my first kiss, but he was only inches away from my lips and all I can think about is how much I want him to close the little distance between us. But then… “Look, don’t get me wrong, okay? I really wan

“Oh, I forgot you're a ghost.“ “Yes, I am and I've got two brothers who are ghosts also,“ He reminded me. “But that doesn't mean you can't be kissed,“ I said. “I can see you, speak to you and even touch you,“ I explained “So? That doesn't explain anything,“ Drew countered. “Actually, it does.“ I insisted. "Can you explain what you're implying?" "I'm not implying anything. Rather, I'm just trying to conclude reality. You can be kissed,‘ I stated firmly.

Behind him, the ghost’s shadow loomed large, its gloved hand raised as its voice curled through the air like smoke: “One kiss. Or he dies.” Camela felt her throat tighten. Her lips quivered. “Don’t,” Vincent growled, his voice cutting through the roar of the collapsing city. “Camela…please don’t.” She trembled, her knees giving way against the stone. Her heart screamed inside her chest. The ghost leaned closer, his whispers brushing her ear even though he stood far away. “You’ve already chosen him. Now prove it. Kiss me. Seal it. Or watch him die before your eyes.”

Her fingers gripped the fabric of his shirt tightly in a fist as she felt the warm lips of the ghost on her cheek. Her heart was ready to explode and she was at the brink of losing her consciousness. The ghost was kissing her cheek. That wasn't it. The ghost bared his teeth and she felt him softly nibbling on her cheek as if tasting her soft skin. “I’m n...not tasty..” She stammered slowly. She was like an ice statue. The ghost didn't stop there as he laid another kiss on her jaw, another more deep one on her neck. "G.. ghost.. s...stop..." She stammered and next thing the ghost was gone just like puff as she stumbled back in darkness.

One hand stroked my pulsing nub, and his other snaked under my jaw, forcing me to submit. Ghost sank his teeth into my flesh as I climaxed, throwing him into his release. Our auras formed a tornado around us, keeping us upright. Pleasure fueled our continued union as the waves shook our core. Silent screams stole our breath while our hearts beat as one. Ghost slowly licked my wound while turning me towards him. His mouth latched onto mine, and we kissed into a frenzy. He pulled my leg over his hip, giving his erection access. This time, he entered slowly, feeling every pulse of my clenching walls.