Kissing Booth Novels & Stories

Another kind of hot mic. Eden turned the script face-down. The stool creaked. Their knees were still touching. “Then it’s not a take,” she said. “No.” “And if I lean in, you’re not engineering.” His voice dropped to the register the boom loved. “If you lean in, Eden, I’m just a man in a booth that hears everything.” She leaned in. Not to the capsule. To him. The kiss was quiet and catastrophic. Headphones bumped. His hand found her jaw like he’d been mixing the idea of it for two days. She made a sound into his mouth that would have been a perfect wild track.

', I mumble and grit my teeths as I ask the driver to take me to the hotel. It was still afternoon left as the clock read 3:00 pm. And getting in our room and freshening up we order lunch and have it together in my room. We then watch 'Kissing Booth S3' on N*****x and chill, but later we both end up sleeping together. We both woke up early in the morning today in nervousness and excitement and now that we finally relax we fall asleep.

Melanie mirrored my actions, pulling out her phone. Awkwardly, we came to stand even closer to each other. As our tights were pressed, I could feel her warmth reaching my skin through our clothes. My heart was pounding in my chest faster than the beat of the song we were listening to. It wasn’t my first kiss, but it was my first with the same sex. Biting my lower lip, I checked her perfect face. She was wanted by many, but I was going to get a kiss from her tonight.

But then,a rare,quiet smile appeared,nothing flashy,just honest. “I’m fucking all yours,”he said,barely above a whisper. That made me smile,genuinely.Maybe for the first time in days.I wasn’t smiling because I felt warm, I was smiling because he makes this mission too easy. “Falling for me already, Mr Volkov?” “Pray against that, it never ends well.” He chuckled but nothing about that felt funny.I leaned in and pressed mylips to his. The kiss was hot,slow,and dangerous.His hand gripped my jaw,tiltiing my face up as he deepened it,tongues clashing,breaths tangled.He kissed me like he needed it too breathe.

- Yes, do you promise not to say anything? - I want my kiss first. She comes closer and I lean towards her, her chest touching mine, her nipples are hard. She presses against me. She makes me want her. I'm so hard underneath! I grab her in my arms and throw myself onto her lips. For years I've been waiting for this chance, to be able to kiss her. And since I have it, I don't want to waste time. Her soft body melts into mine! I caress her butt, pressing her against my very hard cock.

Everybody clapped their hands and K just stood there looking at his parents, not happy. "Son come here and get your present?" Esther shouted out happily, the present seemed to be a glass laminated paper with the company's name and K's. Before he even went to the stage he pulled me in for a kiss which had me opening my eyes widely. What the hell? He really is kissing me in front of all these people and cameras? I put my hand on his cheek and kissed him back, hearing wolf whistles and 'awws' from people, 'yes boy!!! That's my boy y'all!' which was obviously from Karabo had us breaking the kiss and laughing at him.

I'll choose kissing her over pranks any day. We stop by Derrick and Camden's locker first and it's at the tip of my tongue to warn them about Rain's prank but I keep my mouth shut. If I'm going to sleep with her, I should start being nice to her. Should I recorded this and send to her as a gesture of good will? I chuckle to myself. Am I really ready to shove my friends under the bus for a chance at pussy? Who am I? Rain and a girl that's dating one of her stoner friends enter the hallway and they try to pretend they're not watching us. Rain's eyes don't meet mine. She's looking everywhere but at me. Glad to see I'm not the only one affected by the kiss.

I laughed. We pulled apart and started heading to the Uber pickup. She had a giant tote bag slung over one shoulder and a phone covered in frog stickers. “You look different,” she said, peering at me. “Like…flushed. And smug. You kissed someone.” I blinked. “What? Noooo….okay, yes.” “WHO?” “I don’t know.” “You don’t—” I grinned. “Okay, so, I tripped over his suitcase at the airport, and he was like, model hot. Like, Wall Street prince hot. We talked. There was chemistry. Then I went to the bathroom and he showed up after getting coffee spilled on him—”

“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.

I started. "It'll wash up on shore," he said, then leaned down and kissed me. I quickly lost myself to the kiss, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck. His hands went to my sides, pulling me in closer. As we stood there, kissing, another wave crashed against Dean's back. My feet lost their grip on the ocean floor, but Dean stayed steady. I wrapped my legs around his hips. He was a rock that I could cling to, and as another wave hit us, I found myself gripping him even tighter.