Bellamy Blake Shirtless Novels & Stories

Finally, he stepped out of it, leaving the girls and I awestruck. It was Bellamy, he wore a plain, black tee shirt and blue jeans. Some body should put on the air conditioner, this place just got hot! Don't you just want to walk up to him and give him a kiss, while he spanks your ass and- shut up! What was I thinking? I swear I didn't know how to shut this mind of mine up. "Okay, who pressed the slow motion button?" I asked Maya who was also in awe. It felt like Bellamy was walking in slow motion. "Some body catch me I think I'm falling," I whispered to Maya and damn! he caught me starring.

How could I say no? I slowly nodded as I reached down and grabbed the hem of Blake's shirt and lifted it up and over his head, leaving his torso bare for me to stare at. He wasn't as big as Blair but was still muscular. There were no tattoos that I could see and with his clean shaven face and tight hair cut, he almost looked innocent compared to the beast that was Blair. His entire demeanor was different from his brother's and it excited me beyond anything that has ever excited me. My skin was on fire and my nipples were already hard from the anticipation of their pleasure.

Maybe even a twang of fear. Was Felix also not supposed to be here? Was he here because he thought no one would be home? There was no time to find out. "I... I just..." Bellamy hadn't thought that far. How ironic, isn't it, that I was the one who would save his ass. Turning to face the mirror, I untucked my shirt. Wrinkled it up around my mid-riff. I plucked the rubber elastic out of my hair and shook the unruly mess out a bit. Pulled down my pants only a tad. Ditched the sneakers.

“Blake I mean it, I cannot be tempted by you right now so go change into some shorts or something.” He put his head down as if he was a lost puppy and I laughed to myself as I pulled at some soft black jersey shorts, my pink sports bra as this dress did not allow for a bra, and a large sweatshirt that if I squirmed would allow you to see my shoulder a time or too but oh so comfortable. Perfect for fire and s’mores! I looked over at Blake and he was rummaging through a dresser across the room. It seemed he had clothes just for the beach house versus everywhere else, of course, a billionaire would. I rolled my eyes but also took my chance as he seemed occupied to slip off my coat jacket and pu

The shirt almost reached halfway to his knees so he decided not to wear his pants again but instead wore the new boxer shorts he found when he rummaged at Ace's closet earlier. He folded his used clothes together with his used brief and set it aside. Blaze stared at his reflection when he blows dried his hair and he looked like he was not wearing an undergarment since the skimpy short is fully hidden beneath the long shirt. Blaze's flawless and white legs are openly exposed and it seemed to shine in a black shirt that he is wearing, he also looked like a modern-day vampire who lost all his blood when he was still alive. Blaze went out of the bathroom in time that Ace entered the main door.

After fixing their hair in a ponytail, they left the room to see Blake hanging up the phone. “That had better not be work spoiling our adventure,” Sylvia said, walking out with Tabitha following. “Only a slight detour. I need to head to Express Delivery; someone is causing trouble.” Blake said and headed into his room to change. When Blake emerged, he wore a pair of khaki shorts, a red buttoned collared shirt, over a blue tank top, without it buttoned, and a pair of sandals—showing that he was serious about going to the beach that day. Tabby reentered the ring, and they all made their way to the door.

It spoke up when it realized William was rolling his eyes. “Only the two of us are here,” he explained. “I know,” William stated flatly. William saw Blake remove his shirt in an instant, and he was instantly exposed to the young man's attractive muscular body. Blake then removed his pants, leaving only his underwear. “He's definitely really blessed,” William thought to himself, amazed. Blake's physique is enormous, if not as well as its bulging manhood. “What are you doing?!?” William exclaimed in panic when he saw Blake take off his underwear.

By the time I reached the bottom of the stairs, I was already throbbing again. The living room was dark except for the blue glow from the TV. Blake was sprawled out on the big sectional couch like he didn't have a care in the world. He was shirtless, just those loose gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips. The screen light moved over his bare chest, catching on the hard lines of his pecs and the deep ridges of his abs. His arms were stretched out along the back of the couch, muscles thick and relaxed, tattoos curling around his biceps. He looked so fucking good I almost moaned out loud just looking at him.

Marcus Blake stood before them, and Emma's breath caught in her throat. He wore a fitted gray athletic shirt that clung to his broad shoulders and chest, the fabric dark with sweat. His shorts hung low on his hips, and she could see the definition of his muscles, the power in his frame. He must have been in the middle of his workout; his dark hair was damp, pushed back from his face, and his skin gleamed. Emma's gaze traveled down before she could stop herself, taking in his strong legs, the way his body filled the doorway, and lowered still…

Such mentally sick people. Kristen was about talking when Daniel entered the training ground, and everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and greeted him. Most of the female mobsters drooled at the sight of him. Wearing a sleeveless shirt and black leather pants, he was smoking hot. His exposed biceps weren't helping matters, as they added to his sexily fit body, making the females have wild thoughts. Kristen rolled her eyes. Daniel saw it but choose to ignore her. He had better things to do than calling the brat to order.