Billy Hargrove Shirtless Novels & Stories

And tonight he has no patience. “That’s it,” he growls, starting to fuck me with raw force, short and deep thrusts, the table creaking beneath us. “Scream. Let him hear how you come on my cock.” Harvey sits in the chair in front of me. He doesn’t take off his clothes. He’s still in a black dress shirt and trousers, immaculate. He only opens his belt, pulls down the zipper, and takes out his cock. Thick, veined, the head glistening with arousal. He grips my chin and lifts my face.

They were red bottoms, and I slowly stood up, stretching my arms out on either side of me. "Sir Vector said we should add a detachanble skirt to the dress so it looks formal for the event." I turned, then immediately nodded. It was black and was a large, beautiful skirt. I watched as they put it around me, then showed me how to take it off. It still left my legs open, and I gave Hillary a pose, one which she clapped excitedly to, her smile big and genuine. "I see Hillary is getting a show before I do." I turned to Vector. He was wearing black pants and a black belt, but was shirtless , his hands tucked into his pockets.

Hargrove shook his head, “I don’t know about you, but I smell foul play.” I didn’t say anything about that because I didn’t want my opinions to reach any wrong ears. I just smiled wryly and moved the topic towards the newest contract Mr. Hargrove would be signing with me. After we’d on terms and conditions, Mr. Hargrove motioned the server for the bill. “Let me settle this quickly. I have an appointment in twenty.” As he opened his wallet, a card caught the light. Black. Metallic sheen. A tiny crest in the upper corner, almost invisible unless you knew where to look.

Hargrove suddenly frowned. “Wait,” she said gently. Her hand touched my shoulder. “What happened here?” I turned slightly toward the mirror and saw red marks dotted faintly across my back. Rashes. I typed slowly. "I don’t know." Then added another message. "They’re on my chest too." Mrs. Hargrove’s concern deepened. “Show me.” I hesitated only briefly before removing the bra I had just put on. I went naked and she studied the irritated skin carefully, her expression thoughtful.

I took a deep breath and answered calmly, "Hank, Luis told me to wake you up for breakfast. He said you still have work later, so don't be late." There was a muffled ‘oh’ from inside, and he said to give him a minute. Hearing that, I went back to the table and continued eating. Not long after, there was movement at Hank's door. I looked up and froze. Hank walked out, shirtless. The moment I saw the marks across his chest and back, those long, overlapping scratches, my heart tightened again. Seriously? Luis was right there, yet Hank still would not even put on a shirt. What was wrong with him?

The rain will stop soon. I turned my head to Hogan, about to ask him how long it would take us to reach the pack. But when I looked back, I saw him taking his shirt off. My eyes naturally fell on those tanned skin and six-pack abs. It wasn’t my first time seeing his upper body. But with everything I did, my body reacted. ‘Don’t be silly! Hogan needed to wrinkle his shirt because it was wet!’ Talking about my shirt off, I think I need to take my shirt off. It’s dripping wet.

Standing there was Victor, spreading his undeniable charm; except he was shirtless, with a towel wrapped around his waist, dangerously low. Oh, what the....

It’s not only raining but also freezing outside and Hillary is out there doing what? I take my coat from Drew and go to Hillary in the Balcony. The rain isn’t heavy anymore but the floor is wet and the atmosphere is very cozy which makes sense as to why Hillary would want to sit here. She’s under a shade, her laptop in front of her, she looks quite engrossed in whatever it is she’s doing. “Oh my god,” I mumble when I see that she’s wearing nothing but Jean shorts and a very fucking sexy blouse with a sweetheart neckline and thick straps that does a lot of things to me.

Dave called out as he walked to the steps and sat down. Ash looked at him in disbelief. “What if they crash?” “The cars are armored they’ll be safe. I’ll do the count down.” Ash let go of the car and took a step back. He pulled his shirt off, kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his pants. I stared at him surprised. What on earth was he doing? Billy and Joe moved next to him, they were also half-naked. I turned and faced forward, trying to concentrate on the race and not the three beautiful chests at my right side.

That was all he needed. He stripped his shirt off first, and my breath caught. Billy’s chest was broad, lined with muscle, dusted with dark hair that led down to a sculpted abdomen. A scar ran across one side of his rib cage...sharp, clean, old. I wanted to trace it with my tongue. Then he undressed me—slowly. One button at a time, his hands sure and deliberate, teasing each inch of skin he revealed. When he peeled the blouse off my shoulders, he exhaled like he’d been holding his breath since I walked in.