Six Pack Noah From Kissing Booth Novels & Stories

In his hair, and then pressed against either side of his face, feeling the perfect angles of his face against my skin as he kisses me. A half-desperate moan escapes me as he picks me up, resting me on the edge of the counter, centring himself between my legs. There is no air left within me when he pulls away from my lips, pushing my head with his hand until the back of it is against the cool surface of the mirror, and he's kissing my neck again. This time though, he isn't so gentle, kissing and sucking in one spot, not stopping until I push at his chest, realising his intentions.

Miranda asked, noticing the exaggerated pout on his face. "Because I'm suffering," Noah said dramatically. "I've been hospitalized, attacked, ambushed by a stranger claiming to be my fiancée, and now the woman I love won't even let me visit her room. I need something to take the frown away." "And what would that be?" "A kiss." He pointed to his lips. "Right here. One kiss, and the frown disappears. Doctor's orders." Miranda rolled her eyes. "You're impossible. I'll give you a peck on the cheek. That's it."

“Can I drop you off at home?” The thought of being alone right now makes my skin crawl. Also — Kiara’s version of a date usually doesn’t end before sunrise. “Nope,” I say firmly. “I’m having a milkshake with Noah. I’ll call an Uber. Or a brother.” I pause, resolute. “Nothing stands between me and that double-fudge.” Noah grins. “We can drop her off.” I smile back at him — because he’s six-foot-five of freckled ginger kindness, soft green eyes, and not at all like the men in my usual orbit. No ego posturing. No testosterone fog. Just … nice.

It was the kind of calm that promised the club was going to turn into a bloodbath. The security caught sight of me and shrank back, the music slowed as every gaze landed on me. They felt it. My pheromone. Noah grinned, dropped the bottle to the floor and flipped his curly hair backwards. He staggered towards me and I immediately reached to grab him. “I knew you would come, you always do” he said and leaned on me. The smell of alcohol invaded my nostrils and I only scrunched my nose, while I held him properly. I ignored the curious gazes and the jealous ones and wrapped my hands around Noah while I turned to walk out of the bar.

Cassian choked out, his hips lifting slightly against Noah's hand as the strokes went faster. "Then I think you’ll like this better," Noah said, sliding completely off Cassian’s chest and moving down the mattress until he was kneeling between Cassian’s spread legs. He didn't hesitate, leaning down and taking Cassian’s hard cock directly into his mouth, his lips sealing tightly around the head as he pulled him in deep. "Hmmm…." Noah moaned around his cock, his hands anchoring themselves firmly on Cassian’s thighs to keep him steady. "Damnn…" Cassian groaned out mindlessly, his hands flying up to grip the messy hair at the back of Noah’s neck, his knuckles turning white as Noah’s head began to

Lohan comes out of the bathroom wearing a towel and hands the gag to Zedekiah. “I found it!” Luther says, entering the room through the door that connects both environments. “It was stored in the locked drawer of the closet in the next room.” He brings the vaginal clamp that has a teardrop-shaped jewel hanging. “Let’s play, kitten.” Noah smiles and bites his lips. I feel the burning of the paddle on each of my buttocks, caused by Zedekiah. Noah sits between me and the divider, pulling one of my legs over his shoulder. His lips descend slowly, kissing the skin of my knee until they reach my groin, where he sucks and gently bites, causing a mix of pleasure and pain that makes me release a ligh

I murmur, before reaching forward to kiss him. He smiles against my lips, touching me far more gently this time. I reach for the hem of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin beneath my touch. Once it’s discarded on the floor, I allow my fingers to explore, gently touching the finely muscled planes of his abdomen. Pulling away from the kiss, Noah shifts down off the bed, kneeling before it. I watch him with a mix of curiosity and excitement, anticipating his next move, as his hands touch my knees before splaying out across my lower thigh, moving slowly upward until they disappear beneath the hem of my dress.

“Even if I have a gun pointed to my head, I won’t kiss you.” Anger shadows Noah’s face at the hoots and cheers that follow my clapback, l match his stony gaze and he finally looks away after a few seconds of intense staring. Who wants to touch that public toilet he calls his lips? I am sure his mouth has been on half the cheerleading squad and places I never want to talk about it. Disgusting fellow. Ben, I can kiss.

Hearing Thomas's words, Kiara instantly turned to Noah for his answers. However as soon as she looked at him, she was frozen. He was looking back at her but with inexplicable feelings. It was hard for Nora to pinpoint the meaning of those feelings. She felt little uncomfortable, but nowhere disgusted. Noah smoothly took his phone out and clicked a few pictures of Sam with another woman in bed. And among them he also clicked one picture of Kiara looking at him. "You wanna stay longer?" Noah asked Kiara to which she shook her head in answer.

Seeing her again brought up a whole host of emotions and memories I hated to think about. But before I could dwell on it further, movement caught my eye. Noah was striding purposefully toward me, his green eyes locked on mine. In a crisp tuxedo, his dark hair coiffed neatly and his face freshly shaven, he looked every part the prince to my princess. “Hannah, my love.” No sooner had I reached the bottom of the stairs than his arms were suddenly encircling me, pulling me close. Without a word, he dipped his head and captured my lips in a deep, passionate kiss.