Pinned Against Wall Kiss Novels & Stories

He locked lips with mine and our lips danced seductively. He pinned me against the wall , one hand on my clitoris stimulating it, the other pressed gently on my neck as he devoured me in his mouth. I moaned softly in his mouth. Gosh! I couldn't count the number of times I had done that today, the number of times he got me high on pleasure. I had never felt anything like this before. The pleasure, the way my stomach churned, the way my body vibrates when I was about to explode. Such feeling was out of this world, and I was glad he was the one making me feel this way.

He lifts his hands high in the air, watching me struggle against a 6 foot giant. “You should leave your room door closed when doing such activities, no?” “Fuck you, Conrad!” “Wouldn't you like that…” All of a sudden I was pinned to the wall with him hovering over me. He leans in torturously slow and plants a soft kiss on my collar bone. “In your dreams, Conrad…” “Mmm, not what you moaned a few hours ago once you came….” I could feel the heat on my cheeks, if the ground would swallow me whole, it would be a blessing.

And finally: "I'm tired, Kai." Eventually, we arrived at the apartment building. The elevator ride felt silent. I leaned against the metal wall with my head down, still feeling crushed in a way I couldn’t explain. Then suddenly, Kai moved. He pinned me against the wall, and before I could protest, his lips crushed against mine. Wild. Intense. Possessive. I gasped and tried to push him away, but he caught both of my hands and held them above my head. His breath was ragged. Our noses touched.

My knee slams into his thigh, and he releases me with a grimace. “Damn it, Ivy, that hurt.” He winces, rubbing his leg. “I told you not to stand in my way.” I barely make it two steps before he catches me again—this time twisting my arms behind my back and pinning me chest-first to the wall, his body caging mine, his breath hot against my ear. “Let me go, you jerk. You think this is romantic? Pinning me like this?” He chuckles, pressing me further. I can feel the edge of the wall dig into my ribs. “Not really... But is it working?”

“Now.” I followed him out the back door, heart pounding. The night air was cool against my bare legs. The pool lights glowed soft blue. Killian opened the pool-house door, pulled me inside, and locked it behind us. The second the door clicked shut, he was on me. He pinned me against the wall, mouth crashing into mine—hungry, desperate, tongue sweeping in deep and possessive. I moaned into the kiss, fingers diving into his hair, tugging hard. He groaned, hands sliding under my dress, palms hot against my bare thighs.

I watched him as he locked the door of the bathroom. Even before he could turn care of me, I closed his face in my palms, I tiptoed and reached for his lips. I could feel his weakness in the kiss I awarded. I don’t really know if it’s about the liquor or just my desire for him. I want him so bad. And this is all what can do to at least served it. “You fvcking-” His palmed covered my buttocks and he grabbed it so tight that it sent me a wildfire. In one quick motion he changed our position. He pinned me on the wall and kissed me so hard that I wasn’t able to catch up.

He lifts his hands high in the air, watching me struggle against a 6 foot giant. “You should leave your room door closed when doing such activities, no?” “Fuck you, Axel!” “Wouldn't you like that…” All of a sudden I was pinned to the wall with him hovering over me. He leans in torturously slow and plants a soft kiss on my collar bone. “In your dreams, Axel…” “Mmm, not what you moaned a few hours ago once you came….” I could feel the heat on my cheeks, if the ground would swallow me whole, it would be a blessing.

My mouth waters, the familiar heat stirs back and before I know, I am pinning her against the wall beside the washroom door. She lets out a gasp which I happily devour as I seal my mouth against her soft, damp ones. Her arms circle around my neck as she deepens the kiss. My heart thumps against my chest, blood rushing south as I pull her close enough to make her feel my burning desire. She pulls away but I chase for her lips, getting hold of her bottom lip and nipping the supple flesh in reiteration. “Someone told me he would make me choke on his cock,” she murmurs throatily against my lips.

I pressed my body against hers, pinning her against the wall and kissed her, a deep and passionate kiss. And while that kiss was leaving me breathless, her hands caressed my neck in a way that made me even crazier for her. I pressed her against that wall and felt her body against mine, touched the exposed strip of skin between her top and the denim skirt she was wearing. Her skin was so soft and I dared to move my hand a little below her waist, to touch her hip and her exposed thigh from that short, pleated denim mini skirt that was driving me crazy! That kiss brought me to the edge of losing my mind and when my hand went up too high and almost touched her bottom, I pulled away.

He followed right after, burying himself to the hilt, groaning low and ragged as he came deep inside me, pulse after pulse filling me up. We stayed like that—panting, sweaty, my back against the wall, his forehead pressed to mine. He kissed me softly this time. “Stay,” he whispered. I tightened my legs around him and nodded against his mouth. “I’m not going anywhere.” We stayed pinned against the wall for long minutes, breathing hard, bodies slick and trembling. His arms were still locked around me, holding me up like I weighed nothing. Eventually he eased out slowly, careful, and set my feet on the floor.