Will And Mike Kiss Novels & Stories

I laughed a little. "First off, hey, I'm Mike. I would like to defend myself and say that I was all for us going with the heavy medal we normally play, but Jessie talked us into singing this lovey-dovey crap!" He put the microphone back, and the crowd went wild. Jessie nodded to the woman, and a picture appeared on the screen. My jaw dropped to the floor. It was a picture of Jessie and I kissing by his car at The Shack. What the actual fuck?

No sooner had his lips brushed against his than someone pulled him back. “Fuck! Did you have to disrupt at this golden moment?” Mike cursed as he turned to look at Paul. “You can't kiss her, we are leaving,” He said, then tapped him on the shoulder. “Really? What happened to you?” he asked with a long face. He scratched his head in embarrassment as he turned to look at Milka who was all smiley. “Its fine, maybe….” “No, you owe me a kiss. Prepare for it the next time we met. See you,” Mike said as he blew a flying kiss to her.

I chuckle nervously at my own sick joke, “The last thing I want to do is cause an issue.” Mike sighs, his eyes meeting mine, “Jessica, we are both on the same page- neither of us will tell Damon.” “Thank you, Mike, for listening. I wasn’t sure what I should do.” Mike smiles at me, his face coming toward mine, and then his lips brush against mine before pressing into them. I return the kiss, and he smiles, sitting back in his seat, but I can tell his heart is beating out of his chest. This envelope and secret are a BIG deal.

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” “It should,” she said. “Because now the story makes sense.” There again… “story”. I’m really starting to dislike that word. Like my life had somehow turned into something people could pick apart and explain like it belonged to them. I ended the call after a bit and lowered my phone slowly, then looked at Damon. “Well,” I said, “I guess this just got more complicated.” “If anything,” he said, “it got easier.” I frowned. “Easier?” “You have a reason now,” he replied. “People won’t question the kiss as much.”

“Then why are you here?” “Because when I kissed you, I felt something.” She closed her eyes. “I felt it too.” Another pause. Then— “I hate you for it,” she whispered. “I hate myself more.” And then it happened again. Another kiss. But this time—slower. Angrier. Wetter. Their mouths collided like grief meeting hunger. He gripped her waist like she was an anchor. She kissed him like he was a mistake she wanted to make again. But she stopped first.

And everything else seemed to vanish for a second, including Nathan, Amelia, and the grief. Then he stopped when the music slowed. And there was only silence for a moment. His lips were inches from mine as his eyes softened. Yemi said in a low, personal voice, "I'll tell you a secret." "Life is too short to spend it worrying about people who don’t deserve your time." I didn't respond. I was unable to. Although the words stuck in my throat, my body was screaming for me to kiss him and, for a brief minute, forget the chaos of my life.

“Mr. Williams… gives off a quite intimidating aura.” Todd nodded, and I knew he perfectly understood what I was saying. “I’ll be fine. I promise,” he assured me softly, then he leaned over to kiss me on my lips. It was supposed to be a brief and simple kiss, but I didn’t want to let go. So I kissed him back deeply, letting my eyes close, and an unconscious moan escaped me. Todd’s hands gently circled my waist, pulling me into his lap. “Do you miss me?” he asked me seductively, his voice husky and throaty. He started to plant kisses on my neck, choosing spots to suck on from time to time.

His breathing in her ear made her dizzy. Lina just nodded. Vince kissed her neck and waited for her to open the door. Lina did so, still bewildered, and he winked before leaving. “If you're going to give it to him, don't forget to use a condom,” Maddie's voice echoed from the apartment hallway, waking Lina up. “Maddie!” Lina said, embarrassed. “Huh... You guys are so fiery. I know you will give it to him, Lina. It just won’t happen if something come up, I know it.”

But as Angela’s fingers trailed up his arm to his shoulder, a low groan escaped his throat. His restraint broke completely. Mike reached out and grabbed her waist, pulling her forward into his embrace. Before Angela could even gasp, his lips descended onto hers. The kiss was not gentle, and it was not professional. It was a torrent of pent up frustration, desire, and raw passion that had been building since the moment they met.

Kevin’s hands came up to grip Mike’s bare shoulders, fingers digging into muscle. “Shit,” Mike breathed against his lips when they parted for air. “You’re a good kisser.” Kevin laughed breathlessly. “You too. This is so fucking weird.” “Yeah, but it feels good, doesn’t it?” Mike kissed him again, harder this time, pushing him back against the couch cushions. He climbed over Kevin, straddling his lap. Their bodies pressed together, chest to chest, and Kevin could feel Mike’s cock hardening rapidly against his stomach.