Kissed Against A Wall Novels & Stories

Music muffled behind the walls. I should’ve turned around. Instead, I pushed him against the wall. I pushed a man like me into the fucking wall. He didn’t resist. He grabbed my hips, slammed me back, and kissed me like I owed him rent. My pulse raced. My brain screamed. My pants? Already halfway unzipped. “This is a mistake,” I muttered into his mouth. Getting back to my sense but…. “Then let’s make it twice.” The delicious stranger made me want him more, I want a man like me. This shit is crazy.

Awakened HIS lips caressed my skin, sucking and leaving a trail of heat in their wake. The intensity of his sensual kiss drove me to the brink of madness. His movements continued, gradually descending to my most sensitive area. Gripping the sheets tightly, my toes curled in pleasure as he found that perfect spot. A moan escaped my lips, unable to contain the ecstasy within me.

My back was pressed against the wall, Alex’s hands landed softly on my abs. They glided up my torso and came to a stop on my chest, pinning me against the wall. My dick was standing straight up now, a big hard invitation into my pants. Alex’s hips pressed softly into mine, grinding upwards as our big dicks pressed against each other. I let out a soft gasp. Alex’s body pressed against me as his lips brushed mine. Our heads simultaneously gyrated and our lips locked. His hips kept grinding against mine as his hands rubbed all over me in our raunchy kiss. His moist lips seemed to ravage mine as I felt his wet tongue enter my mouth. My tongue met his and they rubbed and glided over each other as

Then I stopped dead in my tracks. It was two people kissing, all right. Passionately. The woman’s back was pressed up against the wall, her leg hooked over the man waist. From my view point, her face was unmistakable. It was… Vivienne!?

I spat. I noticed his amused smile lingering on his lips and I fought myself hard not to wobbled my knees. I tried to smack his chest but his hand caught mine and pinned it overhead. I tried to thrashed around but he pinned my torso using his body, legs were wide apart to caged my body between him and the wall behind me. I hissed. "Let go," I warned. His brow raised and he lowered his face to meet my eyes. "I saw how desperate were you while looking for me," he whispered. His eyes moved down on my lips and he smirked. "Did you miss my kiss?"

She turned a bit stunned when suddenly a pair of lips closed her mouth in an urgent, passionate kiss. She struggled against it, but the man held her wrist in a firm grip and pinned her against the wall-mounted mirror softly. “Chris!” Mishka breathed in between the kisses while Christian kissed her jaws. His hand travelled behind her back and unclasped the strings of monokini. “I want you right here, right now!” Christian demanded, leaving sloppy kisses on the exposed skin. “We can’t do it here?” Mishka said breathlessly, and Christian glanced at her for a fraction of a second before dipping his head down in the crook of her neck, releasing her wrists from his giant grip.

Blood fills my mouth and I cry out, but the sound is swallowed by his vicious kiss. I am now weeping uncontrollably in his arms as our kiss goes on and on. I lay against the shower tiles, exhausted and helpless, nothing but a ragdoll. Finally, he moves his face away from mine. I feel a trickle of blood drip down my chin. He shoves his head against my neck and turns his face away as though he doesn't want to look at me anymore. He reaches between my thighs and thrusts a finger inside me, his hand both familiar yet rough in a way he's never been.

He slowly leans in and places his lips on mine moving it quickly, his hand on my cheek. This kiss is so gross, but I'm tipsy as fuck so I don't care at this point. The kiss lasted for about 10 seconds then I pulled away. I open my eyes to look at him and his cheeks are red. Aw he has a little crush, well he's going to get over it soon because I don't feel the same way. I look over to see Gina smirking, then to see Heaven... mad? Her face looks disgusted and I don't blame her, the kiss was gross.

he growled. Her breath hitched, but her eyes stayed fixed on his. Steady. Kill-pretty. "Then sort it out." And then, in slow motion, their lips met. Not slow. Not gentle. Their kiss was a collision—weeks of pent-up energy bursting at the seams. She clasped him by his hoodie and yanked him closer, and he pushed her back against the wall, hands gripping her waist. She whimpered softly in his mouth, and the sound stabbed him like a spark to tinder. He sucked harder at her lips, his hand digging through her hair.

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.