Anuel Shirtless Novels & Stories

"But, I feel burdened going around having so much hate for someone I don't even remember. You are right, I should play this game with you and see how it helps my memory, Mr. Angelo Flores." The sun suddenly began to shine and Angelo said, "it's about time." He excitedly took off his white shirt, singlet, and black trouser, leaving only his briefs on. Isabella stared at him in awe and when he noticed her expression, he opened his arms apart and said braggingly, "I know you like what you see. Go on and drink in my sexy looks to your heart's content."

“And I could stare at that gorgeous body all day.” My stomach drops. My naked body. With a gasp, I throw my arms around myself, hands covering my breasts and pressing my thighs together as heat floods my face. Oh, thank God I shaved down there! I glare at him. “Why are we naked?” He tilts his head, eyes flicking over me with amusement. “Your clothes ripped when you shifted, love. Since it was your first time, you had no control over it.” My brows furrow. “Okay, but you—this isn’t your first time shifting. So why the hell are you naked?”

This felt scary, so I shyly looked down. “Oh, guys. This is the lady I was telling you about; Paula Alonso the fashion designer,” Juan, the mayor’s son walks out of the crowd and charges towards me with open arms and a warm smile before he hugs me. “You look stunning, and better in person,” He compliments. “Thank you… well, I try,” He smells so good, and he is handsome too. He is topless, wearing beach shorts and slides. How are these girls still sane when a man like him is walking around shirtless? I am going to lose it if he does not get something to wear soon.

As she was sipping on the cappuccino with her tongue licking the spec of cream on the side of her lips, Noah arrived in front of her. He was not dressed in any flashy outfit but a simple sleeveless swear shirt and a pair of shorts. Shannon stared at him with blood shot eyes. She placed her cup down onto the saucer and tapped her long nails onto the table. “Are you seriously wearing… that?” She asked with disgust. It was humiliating for her to be seating with him like that. A crowd of whispers soon filled her ears, causing her even more embarrassment. “What’s wrong with this?” Noah questioned with a dumbstruck tone as he flexed his muscles to impress her.

The black collar sits prominently around his throat, the silver lock glinting under the low lights. Julian drops the shirt to the floor slowly. "Pants," Enzo orders. Julian unbuttons his slacks and pushes them down his legs, stepping out of them until he's standing in only his black briefs. The cool air raises goosebumps on his skin. He feels horribly exposed, especially with Enzo watching him so intently. "Take them off," Enzo says quietly. "Everything." Julian hesitates for a long beat, before finally sliding his briefs down and kicking them aside. Now completely naked except for the collar.

Alonso quickly takes off his T-shirt, and I gulp as I stop the movement of my hand. I've seen him without a shirt on before at the pool, but I didn't give myself the chance to admire him fully. The man was sculpted by a master, his muscles tightly packed underneath olive skin. There's a tattoo of a football on his left pectoral with the number three woven through it. My eyes drop to his jeans when he unbuttons it, and he takes it off along with his boxers, leaving him gloriously naked before me. I almost hyperventilate as his cock juts proudly upwards, the veins protruding angrily upwards to a large bulbous head.

He was shirtless and had his back turned, his boy was tanned, and boy was he ripped, his arms were huge, I know they were from the clothes he wore but seeing him bareback was a different story. “Taking your fill I see” shit, I've been caught staring.

Aleksander sent a photo. God. I knew I shouldn’t click it. My brain screamed don’t, but my thumb didn’t listen. The screen flashed to life—and just like that, my entire nervous system short-circuited. He was shirtless. Not the casual I just woke up kind of shirtless, no—this was calculated. The kind of picture men send when they know exactly what they’re doing. His body was all lean muscle and golden tone, the kind that made you forget how to breathe. His shoulders were broad, tapering down to a sculpted chest dusted with just enough hair to look maddeningly real. A chain rested against his collarbone, glinting under the soft light. His hair was tousled, damp like he’d just stepped out of th

It just happened to be this guy. The other guy was under the blankets, probably just as naked as he was as the blankets barely covered his… jewels. His sultry gaze locked down at his lower half especially, eyes lustfully drinking in the sight. Goodness, Ananeas felt like he was about to get pounced on. “Leave. Right now,” Ananeas said, his eyes moving away from the naked figure on the bed as he worked his way into the large robe, tying it around his body. He was trying hard to remain calm, hoping his voice was at a controlled volume.

Ansel asks, looking deep into my eyes "I don't want to push you, we are marked now, but we can still wait... I will still wait... If that is what you wanted... I would wait..." "No!" I shout, not meaning to sound so rude, but I want to be clear, I need him... Now. "Please baby, please, just.... I want you now. Why do you think I was here, dressed like that..?" I tell him. He doesn't answer, he just kisses me, full on the mouth, grinding his hips into mine again. His hands find my hips, slipping up my sides, pushing my shirt up as he goes, exposing my chest. Ansel pulls back, standing up on his knees between my legs, I lift my shoulders as he pulls my lacey shirt off of me and throws it acros