Brandon Routh Nude Novels & Stories

Without knocking, she pushed the door and walked in on something she never expected to see. On the massive bed, Brandon lay on his back, naked as the day he was born. His hands were clasped behind his head and his eyes were half closed. Atop him was a naked woman, moving her hips over him with her head thrown back. Brandon had his eyes on her and his lips were slightly parted as the woman on top him increased her pace and her cries of pleasure began to ring out.

Each exchange is a bite, a promise, a war. The room shrinks, the outside world fades away. There is only the rain beating against the windows, and our bodies seeking to engulf each other. Raphaël pushes me toward the bed, his hands exploring my shoulders, my back, my waist, as if searching for a secret map engraved in my skin. I let myself be guided, but I choose the rhythm: I pull him to me, I force him to yield, I overturn his momentum by riding him.

One twin sat behind me and the other in front. A hand touched mine and slowly pulled it from my face. "Won't you open your eyes and look at me?" Brandon asked as I swallowed hard and complied. I opened my eyes and looked at his handsome face. He was staring back at me with a smile. "There, it wasn't so hard to do, was it?" He asked as his hands went on my blouse unbuttoning it slowly. "We need you to lose this." He whispered then pulled it off. He smirked when his eyes went to my exposed breasts.

Their world was full of beautiful colors, while hers were just filled with darkness. "T-Thank you," Celeste choked on her words. "Don't mind it," Amanda replied. "Brandon is here." More images came into Celeste's mind, showing the endless images of Brandon, who had just entered the arena. Celeste's hands clenched by her sides when she finally saw her mate. It was like viewing photos of him in full HD screen mode. Brandon's luscious black hair looked like he had just gotten from bed. It was a mess, but the look suited him. Scars were evident on his shirtless upper body. Everyone could tell that he was involved in countless battles.

Even though Brandon is gay, he’s the one that I’d always wanted. Brandon is hot. I mean, like the hottest guy that I have ever seen. He is a mountain of a man, standing at almost 6’6”, with broad shoulders and muscles everywhere. He spends so much time in the sun, that he has a year round tan. Brandon’s tawny hair is cut short and he keeps it gelled so that his bangs stay off of his face. A light dusting of freckles covers the bridge of his nose underneath sky blue eyes, and he constantly has stubble along his strong, prominent jaw. Just looking at him is enough to make me wet.

My eyes fly open and I forget all about keeping quiet. Brandon flips me over without warning and my lips part open to let out a soft sigh. He's dressed in blue, biker shorts and a white vest while I squirm underneath him, staring at him through lust-filled eyes with my nakedness on display for him to do with my body whatever he wills. If he will. A lock of hair falls to his forehead, he flips his hair and the strand returns to its previous position. He's a gorgeous man and I want all of him inside me.

I felt his hands moving leisurely down, traveling to my behind and cupping them in his big palm. “You’re breath taking, Robin.” “I don’t think I’m breath taking now, I have bruises all over.” “You’re still perfect. Always are, always will.” I bobbed my head up and down, relishing the movement of his hand down my core, slightly parting the lips of my cunt. I flinched, my brain flooding with images of Brandon almost ripping my knickers to have me. I swallowed, my heartbeat skyrocketing.

All of their faces were impassive as stone so Brandon didn't know if they were disgusted or horrified by what they saw. His scars braided across his skin, stark and too clear in the bright sunlight that poured in through the glass roof. Brandon knew that they were shocking and repulsive. He had spent so much time alone out in the world that he had forgotten how horrible he really looked. But it was too late for him to put on his shirt again and spare the world his decimated skin, so he rolled with it. "Jezz guys don't look so shocked....I'm fine. " Brandon said snapping his fingers and glaring at each of them. Nate glanced away as did Lander with a curse.

But then my body caught up. And when I realized what it was, what was pressing against me, my entire body locked up all over again. Brandon was naked. Completely, utterly, shamelessly naked.

Everyone chuckled. “Stand up, you weak gay,” he taunted, walking around him. Brandon sighed, sitting up. He cleaned his lips, looking at the blood, and he almost looked betrayed as he looked at Mason. But he sighed, packing his hair in a tight bun, then he removed his tank top, revealing his muscled body and manly tattoos, which he doesn’t really show.