The Kissing Booth Book 1 Novels & Stories

His breathing was hard. My hand ran up his chest to his shoulder then snaked its way behind his neck. I rose to the balls of my feet and pressed the length of my body into his. I did not need to urge him any further as he quickly leaned down and our lips met. I heard a thud of his phone dropping to the carpeted floor before I felt his hands reach my bottom and eased me up. My legs automatically wrapped around his waist as my other hand cupped the side of his face. I deepened the kiss. I opened my mouth a little wider and devoured him with passionate, feeding kisses. I kissed him as if I wanted to eat him up, run my mouth all over him and find my release.

Taking my hand, he stands up and leads me out the kitchen door. Walking out the emergency exit and standing in the alley, he leans me up against the wall and kisses me. When our lips touch, it's like fireworks and an earthquake going off all at once. My insides feel like they are about to burst when he lifts me up by my butt and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist.

I wanted know what they would feel like. "Read to me." His voice came snapping me out of my reverie and I was glad he spoke up cause I had a feeling that he wouldn't have liked it if I had kissed him and so I simply nodded, slipped from his lap, sat back where I was earlier and picked up the first book. It was titled 'one kiss from you by Christiana Dodd, great for the moment! I opened the pages and began to read while Orian reclined on the seat with his arms spread out paying an attentive ear to my voice.

He kisses the inside of my thigh, my hip bone, close to my belly button. “What are you doing?” He laughs, his breath tickling my ribcage. “Kissing every inch of you, branding you, loving you.” “Keep it up and maybe you’ll make it into this next book.” He comes face to face with me, kissing around my lips but never right on them. “Something tells me there’s going to be a lot about me in this book…just like the first one.” I arch when he strokes his cock against me. “Maybe,” I tease.

She throws her hands around my neck, deepening the kiss. Her bag drops from her shoulder, landing on the floor next to my feet with a hard plop! I move my hands toward her ass, palming those perfectly-rounded cheeks. I squeeze tight. Her ass is so soft, fuck! With one swift move, I lift her onto the reading desk behind her. We knock over some books, her back hitting and shaking the mirror behind her. We don’t stop kissing. We don’t even come up for air. Our tongues dance a tango of need and hunger.

“Walking past me half-naked. Smiling like you know exactly what you’re doing.” “Maybe I do,” she whispered. That was all it took. He kissed her. His mouth crashed into hers with a force that left no room for hesitation. His lips were rough, demanding. She gasped as he backed her against the wall, his body pressing into hers, the book dropping to the floor with a dull thud. Her hands scrambled to grab onto his shoulders, his chest, anything to anchor her as his mouth devoured her, tongue sliding against hers with a hunger that stole the air from her lungs.

I can only hope the truth is within reach—and that I’m ready to face whatever it reveals. After we have dinner with everyone we head back to our room. The very first thing I did was picks the books up, but Blakes grabbed me from behind. “Babe put the books down” he says as he starts to kiss on me. Naturally I stretch my neck to the side, not truly knowing what’s taking over me. Blake pauses before he starts to kiss on me again. With every kiss I feel tingles surge through my body giving me the chills.

He didn’t wait for an invitation; his hands were on her in an instant, pulling her close as he started kissing her neck, leaving a trail of eager, sloppy kisses that made Chloe tilt her head back. Chloe’s resistance was brief, a mere flicker of hesitation before she gave in. She didn’t push him away; instead, she let out a soft, breathy laugh, like this was all just a game to her, a little thrill she could indulge in without consequence. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as their lips met in a heated kiss. It was messy and desperate, the kind of kiss that spoke of familiarity and a complete disregard for anyone else who might be hurt by their actions.

All the men that had been invited as guests were middle aged, and each one of them had a woman possessively beside them. After a while, she took in a deep breath and expelled it, moving out of the bathroom. She started the slow walk back towards Mirabel and her boyfriend when someone suddenly moved in front of her. She recoiled and started to scream, but the sound died in her throat when she looked up at the face. It was the guy she had kissed in her college cafeteria few weeks back. Her assaultee, if that was a word.

The memory of what happened between Lixue and Shuji came back to her. When the two of them returned to the mansion with just a snap of Lixue's fingers, they fell onto the floor. Shuji was surprised, and they just stared into each other's eyes. Lixue closed her eyes when Shuji brought his face closer to hers. Lixue felt a strange heat from what Shuji was doing to her. She responded as Shuji deepened his kiss. Lixue didn't notice that they weren't wearing any clothes the only things left on them were her panty and his short brief.