Kissing Academy Novels & Stories

Why should I change that now? The last part is quiet. I can’t believe that he is my professor. And battle class of all classes. I can’t believe I kissed him. More than that, I can’t believe I wanted to kiss him again. It had only been one day at the Academy for the Supernatural and the problems were already mounting.

My body becomes an instrument in their hands, and when the orgasm hits me, it's a blade, sharp, implacable, leaving me trembling, lips wet, eyes blank. When I open my eyes, they are there, both of them, their dark smiles illuminated by the candles. “Welcome to the Academy,” Isadora whispers, caressing my cheek. The real work begins now. Kael pulls out slowly, and I feel his cum running down my thighs, a mark that seems to burn my skin. “You are ours,” he adds. I know it. I feel it. I only belong to them.

His scent only got sweeter. I dragged my fingers up his jaw, tilting his face toward mine. “Mm… no wonder the wolf is losing his mind over you.” His lips parted like he was about to speak. Wrong move. I kissed him. Not gentle. Not curious. A hard, hungry kiss that shoved every thought out of both our heads. His back hit the door. My hand slid up his throat as his breath caught in my mouth, soft and stunned. He tasted nothing like the creatures in this academy.

I murmured against his lips. "Less talking, more kissing," he said, deepening the kiss. Although he tasted like alcohol and cigarette and it repulsed my senses, Judah's kisses were magnetic enough to get me to stay. I always learned something new every time we kiss. He was creative, he never made it into a routine. Now before you get all crazy on me like Hallee would, don't worry, this was strictly just kissing. It was only a physical act, nothing more, nothing less. I simply regarded this as pure anthropological research.

I grip his hand, letting him pull me down the trail. Nerves flutter in my stomach, fingers quivering as I walk steadily along the path, trying not to stumble over and into the river below. The sound of the waterfall we walk toward roars in my ears, allowing my hurried breaths to go unnoticed to my recent boyfriend. This is going to be my first kiss. I've finally graduated high school only yesterday, and to celebrate, Alec has taken me down to the local waterfall to kiss me. We have been talking about this for weeks now, and it's finally happening with nothing to interrupt us.

Every inch of us touching. His arms cage me in. One hand flattens against my lower back, firm and possessive. His cock is hard beneath me, straining against the fabric of his pants and rubbing against my soaked panties. I grind against him without meaning to—desperate and aching—and he doesn’t stop me. We’re lost in each other. No classroom. No rules. Just heat, hunger, dominance, submission. “Okay,” Ms. Lovelace interrupts carefully, her voice cutting through the thick, electric air. “You two have to stop, because I’m about to break every university rule and demand you give the class a Kamasutra demonstration. With penetration.”

I came on his fingers, moaning into Mia’s mouth as we kissed again. Kane stood, unzipping and freeing his thick, veined cock. “Suck it together, good girls.” We slid off the desk to our knees. I took him deep into my throat first, gagging wetly, then Mia joined, licking and sucking along the side while our tongues met sloppily around his shaft. Kane groaned, hands in our hair. “Two filthy students sharing their professor’s cock… fuck, that’s perfect.”

Or apparently make good decisions. I just kissed Jasper…In front of everyone. And worse? I liked it. No. That’s a lie. I fucking loved it. I knew he’d be a good kisser. Of course I did. Jasper Ashwyck was the infamous fae heir. The charming playboy. The male half the academy would probably sell their souls to spend one night with. I expected experience. I expected confidence. What I didn’t expect was for one kiss to completely blow my fucking mind. My lips still tingle. My heart is pounding so hard I can hear it beneath the music, and my entire body feels strangely warm where it’s pressed against his.

And then they were kissing, licking, biting, stroking, devouring each other with their mouth. Jenny couldn’t deny that Ace Clark tasted so good.