Bellamy Blake Shirtless Novels & Stories

I fall asleep before I know it. When I wake up, Blake was dressed into his compression shirt and shorts. I stretch awake and change into my gym clothes too. As we head out the door, Blake grabs my ass. "You're gonna get it later" He teases in my ear. The thought of that made my pent up horniness flare up immediately. Blake is planning to fuck me. Really hard, I hope. I need to get fucked until my eyes roll back to destress. At the gym, we meet up with Louis. He's wearing a compression shirt too, in white. Louis' pecs are huge and come jutting out in the shirt. He looks almost like superman with his muscles. We hug quickly and head in.

Hearing him say that he thought I was gorgeous and then going ahead to ask me out was just weird and as shocking and terrifying as pineapple on pizza! “Blake, honey, the theme is Black Tie. You’re supposed to look like you’re attending a red-carpet event.” I didn’t know what Stella was complaining about; Blake looked heavenly. I liked how he didn’t button his dress shirt all the way to the top and how he decided to leave his hair disheveled. But of course, I didn’t say this out loud.

Once I was seated, he stepped back and rubbed the back of his neck, looking like he was in way over his head. “I’ll figure it out,” Blaze muttered, more to himself than to me, his voice low and slightly raspy from being woken up. He turned on the bedside lamp, flooding the room with a warm, golden glow that made the shadows in the corners retreat. And that’s when I saw him—really saw him. Blaze was shirtless. Bare-chested. Completely exposed in a way I hadn’t been prepared for. His broad shoulders were framed perfectly by the soft light, his skin a warm, sun-kissed tone that looked unfairly smooth.

I have seen them during the event but now they have cleaned up. Caspian's breath was minty fresh, and the scent of his shampoo was intoxicating. Despite feeling light-headed, I managed to stand straight and not let his handsomeness phase me. Bellamy had striking gray eyes and blond hair, while Emre had perfectly tanned skin that complemented his hazel eyes and curly ginger hair. He was shirtless, exercising in the corner near the bathroom, and his oiled-up muscles were toned and cut, making them mouth-watering. Meanwhile, Bellamy's blue shirt hugged his muscles tightly, with the buttons threatening to burst as his biceps bulged out.