One Night Kiss Novels & Stories

"I'm single too, and you know what? I'm looking at a beautiful woman lying naked in my bed. I want her. I'm going to kiss her, and then I'm going to make her scream as she orgasms. A simple ‘no’ from her will make me stop, but is that what she truly desires?" My lips parted, but no words came out. My reason had left the scene long ago, leaving my raging hormones in charge. Another heartbeat passed. I welcomed his kiss and honored it with a soft whimper. Then he did what he promised, letting me soar and explode, screaming his name more times than I could count. I barely registered when the night came. The last thing I remembered was falling asleep in his arms…

I let myself drool more into his warm kisses, his soft lips were so sweet, that pushed me to deepen our kisses more, welcoming his tongue to my mouth. "Just... One... Night..." I mumbled in between our kisses as I moaned, catching my breath. His lips then trailed down to my jaw. I leaned my face and gave him more space to lick my neck. Goodness! I didn't expect something to be this good. He whispered something but all I heard was his hot, hypnotizing breath on my ears.

The applause when I finished my set was as loud as ever and there were some whistles. As I got to the table Nova stood up and wrapped their arms around me locking their lips on mine. I believe this is the first time that they have been quite this affectionate in The Nightingale Cafe and this kiss is searing as they put all their emotions into it. I kiss them back with just as much emotion until Sid balks “Get a room, you two!”

Her longtime crush! "Race you to the room?" he asked, asking permission if he could take her tonight. She blinked several times. Should she do this with him? But she wants to. She smiled and kissed him on the lips before she replied, "Gladly." "Miss?" Autum blinked when she heard his voice. All those memories flashed behind her eyes in a span of seconds. She swallowed the lump forming in her throat, feeling her heart beating loudly against her chest. In front of her is the man whom she had a one-night stand with three years ago. The famous Dr. Knoxx Silva.

He Nuzzled his sharp nose on her collarbone. "II d-do-n-t know h-how to ki-iss" she stammered under his erotic tortures. He pulled away in a jerk "You never kissed anyone?" She shyly nodded in no. She was looking other ways so he left her and turned around. He closed his eyes in disappointment and cursed his stars in his mind. Today is their FIRST NIGHT. He wanted to make her his. He had planned everything that what could possibly he would do with her. But dismay his luck now he has to go slow. He has to plan something else.

As he reached for the fabric at her hip, our eyes connected, and I could practically feel the magnetic pull between them. “Just one night,” he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. I had to crank up the volume on the recording because it was so quiet, so intimate, as if saying it any louder might shatter the fragile moment they were in. Then came the kiss. It was soft and exploratory—a bit messy, but there was something beautifully vulnerable about it. He pressed his lips against her, as if savoring every moment, like he realized that this might be the only time he would ever get to share this kind of closeness.

Anyway, he was her one-night husband, so she might as well make the most of being his one-night wife. She closed her eyes to dismiss the bitterness that spread through her mouth. Then she focused on nothing but the way he quickly stole dominance with that kiss. One moment it was him groaning, and the next it was back to her. Moaning at first inside his mouth and then, soon enough, chanting her moans out loud when his kiss moved to her exposed breast. "Ohhh..." He sucked her nipple greedily, and she found herself burning with renewed lust. "More... More... Oh!"

“None of your business. Go away.” “Are you drunk?” He grabbed her wrist, pulling her back to him. “I can smell the alcohol on you.” Amelia laughed bitterly. “Goodnight, Mr. Bossy Pants,” she slurred, turning toward the stairs. “Not so fast.” Kris’s grip tightened as he pinned her to the wall, his lips crashing into hers in a hard, demanding kiss. “Remember who you signed a contract with,” he murmured, his voice low, dangerous. Slap!

He reached for the body wash, poured some into his palm, and started soaping my back with gentle, careful strokes. I leaned against the tile, letting him wash me. His hands were tender now. No urgency. Just care. When he turned me around to face him, he kissed me under the spray. Slow. Sweet. Like we had all the time in the world. But we didn’t. Not really. Because this was supposed to be one night. One hookup. One line crossed and then carefully stepped back over. Except neither of us seemed ready to step back. Not yet.

When it was my turn, I admitted something embarrassing. “Never have I ever kissed more than one person in the same night,” I said quietly. The bus erupted. Sienna didn’t even hesitate. She cupped my face gently and kissed me right there. Her lips were soft and warm, tasting like cherry vodka. The kiss was slow and sweet, but it still left me breathless when she pulled back, smiling. “My turn,” Knox said, voice low and rough. He leaned over the seat, slid a big hand to the back of my neck, and kissed me deeper.