Kissing Booth Novels & Stories

I confessed grinding my cock against his tighs shamelessly as I kissed him harder, I could feel him smile against my lips as he rolled his hips forward, his jutti gly hard cock oressed against my own throbbing dick. “Boys? Where are you?” Phoebe's voice retorted in the hallway, her footsteps drawing close to us. We froze. The kiss broke instantly like a knot tied in the pit of my belly as color drained from his face. Reality slammed back in fast

Taylor POV My boyfriend is kissing another woman on the massive Kiss Cam screen – in front of an entire stadium packed with thousands of strangers. They are in the VIP section. If the Kiss Cam hadn’t caught them, I would never have seen them from where I’m sitting — the farthest, cheapest seats in the arena. The woman he is kissing looks rich, with that perfect old money blonde hair, paired with a designer outfit to match. If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe that Dylan, my Dylan, would ever do something like this to me.

We spot our group of friends right away and start to jog over, and as we approach, Boyd’s leaning toward Vienna, a goofy grin on his face. “C’mon, one little kiss,” he urges, as Vienna giggles and pushes at his chest. Shay, Connor, and Davis are looking on, chuckling to themselves. “Fine!” Vienna laughs, tucking her wavy dark hair behind her ears. She steps closer to Boyd, then drapes her arms around his neck. He closes his eyes and puckers up, but she veers and goes for his cheek instead, giving him a little peck. All of us laugh, and Boyd’s cheeks flush pink with embarrassment. “Aw, c’mon Vee,” he whines.

well with that I grabbed my arm's around bodhi and kissed him like I needed air he pulled me on to his lap and ran his arms around me and then he looked at Boone passing me over to him I felt his warmth again I got wetter if that was even possible looking in my eyes I lean forward kissing him slowly nibbling on his bottom lip and sucking it softly he reached a cupping my breast firmly and rubbing his thumb on my hardened nipples omg it felt amazing with them. it was feeling great having them both touching me and Bodhi coming up behind me kissing my neck while Boone kissed my lips and then sucking on my neck at my shoulder blade , well until we heard knock knock on the glass window .oh fuck B

"Is there someone else you'd rather be with inside this tent?" She was caught off guard by the question and turned to face him. "Yes," she replied directly. Brent also turned to face her. "Who?" Brent's expression seemed tinged with hurt. She stared at his handsome face before answering, "Jacob Elordi, the lead guy from The Kissing Booth." Brent smiled faintly, remembering they'd watched that movie together before. Brent had witnessed her excited squeals over the lead actor. She studied Brent again under the flashlight's glow. "In fairness, you do look a bit like him," she remarked suddenly.

It was Maddie. My eyes were glued to that small window. Maddie was kissing some surfer dude. She was sitting on his lap, and her bare thighs were rubbing against him. He slid his hands under her shirt and in one swift move, her shirt was flying off to the floor. She let out a soft moan and tipped her head back as he started kissing her neck. With one hand, he unhooked her bra, and she let it fall to the ground. The guy moved to bury his face between her breasts, and she arched herself closer to him, still a moaning mess. He started kissing her breasts, and that was when I lost it. I couldn’t watch anymore.

“Self-defense.” I shook my head, still laughing. “You are unbelievable.” His grin softened a little. “Worth it though.” The booth suddenly felt smaller. Quieter. And I realized his hand was still loosely holding my wrist. My laughter faded into a smile. “You’re ridiculous,” I said. “Probably.” I leaned across the table. And kissed him. It wasn’t dramatic. Just soft. Familiar. The kind of kiss that felt like something you didn’t have to think about anymore.

During lunch break, | was getting ready to go get something to eat when | noticed a long line of girls near the back of the school. | walked over to see the commotion and | laughed. Swayer was having a kissing booth. | walked up to his booth and got a lot of dirty looks from the girls who were waiting in line. "Hey, Penelope. Want to kiss? It's only a dollar." He made smooch faces at me and | frowned. "No thanks, I'm not planning on getting herpes anytime soon." Swayer ignored my comment and took another dollar from one of the girls willing to kiss The Swayer Daniels. That's what it said on the sign. Ugh.

Chapter includes mature content. Read with discretion. *** If Theodore wasn’t good at anything else--which he was--he was an excellent kisser. Abigail hadn’t had experience with many men in her life, but none of them kissed the way Theodore did. Of course, there was that kissing booth in high school where the student body president forced her to participate, claiming that it was ‘A duty to the school’. Abigail had spent the entire afternoon trying to get her mouth clean, even though there had been good and bad kisses.

I pulled out my phone to reduce the awkwardness when I saw a new message from the anonymous chat “Guess the new girl can't stay away from taken boys” and then a blurry photo of Max and I kissing”.