Kissing Hickey Novels & Stories

Occasional quiet moans escape his mouth and his eyes are hooded as he watches us. Just then, Hakeem squirts the whipped cream directly on my pussy. The cold cream makes me jerk back, but Hakeems mouth is on me in a second. He licks the cream and my clit in the process. His arms hook under my thighs, throwing my legs over his shoulders as he kneels in front of me and begins feasting on me.

He whispered and I could feel his smile as he kissed my neck and then lower until he was near my collarbone and he sucked me hard there. My head hit the wooden door and a sliver of sanity entered my head. Shit, I pushed Damien away from me, had he given me a hickey again? “Did you give me a hickey again? How will I hide it from everyone?” I almost screamed at him. Thankfully he hadn’t marked my skin and I calmed down a bit. Damien just stood there calm and collected with a small satisfied smile on his face. “Do you know how hard it would be to explain? A hickey after a meeting with the professor?” I challenged him.

It seemed like he was controlling himself from going for my neck which by the way, was very cute. So, the moment I revealed my neck to him, Kaidon’s lips followed, his teeth grazing my skin gently. I shivered, my sharp intake of breath mingling with a soft laugh, and he took it as an invitation. His lips lingered, pressing firmly against the sensitive spot just below my ear, his tongue tracing a path that made me arch into him. He sucked gently, his teeth nipping at my skin, leaving a mark that would serve as a reminder of this moment. The hickey was dark and throbbing. My fingers traced the mark, my eyes locking with his, my expression a mix of amusement and desire.

I nodded and I shook my ass for him and bent sexily to receive his hard dick. He grabbed my neck, pushed himself inside of me, and pressed down on my back. We both moaned loudly and my feet wiggled like a dog's tail. He paused and then stared at my neck. "What is it, Ethan?" "Is this a Hickey on your neck?"

Zee announced and I let out a deep breath I didn't know I was holding. "Damn Blondie. You like to play it rough, huh?" he said through his teeth, his hand rubbing his jaw as he went over to Mrs. Zee. "What is going on with you?" Hallee raced over to me, pulling me to the side. "I was so out of it last week. I didn't remember ever agreeing to this kissing bit," "I knew it. You were acting so weird that time," she sighed. "I'm sorry Hals. Isn't it possible if we just don't do the kissing scene?"

Roger: "This is so exciting, Lily! They're all swapping around!" Lily: "Oh this is brave from the Brits, Roger. They've gone for a modified Stockholm Configuration. Vicky is using her adept right hand to masturbate Chanarong furiously while she holds his head against her magnificent bosom. The two suckers, Sarah and Jemma, are flicking their tongues over his glans. Catherine, the Reamist, continues her stalwart tonguing of his butt. And, in a courageous and unconventional move, Katy Fletcher-Hampton is sucking both of his balls, an area usually reserved for the Suckers."

His kiss was fierce, possessive, as his right hand moved from my breast to grab my hair roughly from behind, his lips pushing mine apart, his tongue arrogantly demanding entrance, his teeth punishing when I was too slow to respond, and soon I was writhing above him, this roughness, this pain driving me towards the edge. “Colt.” I groaned now, grinding harder against him, his eyes staring up at me, burning. “You remember, you remember whose bitch you are.” “Oh god.” I gasped as he thrust harder from under, the force of it so loud the sound of clapping skin against skin echoed across the lake. His hand left my hair, and pinched my clit.

“A hickey, my dear Rose, is a hot kiss a man gives a woman. The kiss burns with such passion it leaves a mark. Well, that and the sucking. It is also known as a love bite. It’s just proof of the passion you shared with Alpha Mark last night, that’s all.” I look at her intensely as more questions begin to formulate in my head. Was this a frequent occurrence then? As if sensing my questions, she explains, “It is not something that happens all the time. Just once in a while, it can be thrown in during the waves of passion. If you don’t get one, though, that doesn’t mean there was a lack of passion.”

He leans down and presses soft kisses on my legs, traveling all the way up to in between my thighs. Each touch of his lips gets my pussy throbbing, dripping with wetness. My knees soften like butter when his lips get in between my thighs. He bites on it, and hot pain shoots from that area. "Ouch!" I yell, but he groans a laugh. "I know what the fuck you're doing, Adam. You want to give me a hickey?!" I ask, kicking his shoulder, and he looks straight at me. God, those brown eyes. It gets my heart swimming with this strange need to be possessed by him.

He nipped at her skin, and Emily’s gasp turned into a soft moan as she felt his teeth graze her. Then, he did it. He bit down slightly harder, his lips following with a rough kiss, and she felt the unmistakable sting of a hickey forming. It wasn’t subtle, either—he was leaving a mark, claiming her in a way that made it obvious. Emily’s breath hitched as Zahir’s mouth moved lower, leaving another hickey just above her collarbone, as though staking his claim even further. “Zahir,” Emily managed to breathe out between kisses, her voice a mix of frustration and desire. “What are you...?”