Calum Scott Nude Novels & Stories

His voice left no room for argument. My fingers trembled as I reached behind my back and unhooked the tiny top, trying my hardest not to cover my boobs the moment the fabric fell away. Calder made a low sound of approval. I pushed the skirt down my hips next, then the scrap of panties, until I stood completely naked in front of three fully dressed men. ‘Beautiful,” Calder murmured, circling me slowly. “Even better than I imagined.”

Are you kidding me? “You’re perfect with or without ink.” I gulped to see him completely naked. He was magnificent, better than any male model I’d seen in the magazines. And this one in front of me was real. No makeup. No Photoshop. No lights. In raw and flesh—a living male model in a post-apocalyptic world. Colt was ripped in every angle my eyes could see. Kneeling down between my thighs, he spread them. “You’re beautiful, twig. So beautiful that I had to stand there for a minute and watched you naked in my bed and at the same thinking why did I deserve you.” He caressed my cheeks with his callous thumbs.

Hit send. And that was that. Until thirty seconds later, when my screen lit up again. Dr. Stacy Cole: Beth… I’m fairly certain that’s not the screenshot you meant to send me. My stomach dropped. “What?” I whispered, blinking at the screen. I opened the message chain. There—clear as day—was a high-resolution nude. My nude. Not raunchy. Not pornographic. Just… artistic lighting. Soft curves. A bedroom mirror moment I’d snapped weeks ago on a day I felt unusually hot.

“Make you say please.” “Please,” I whisper, breath catching. He groans, rubbing his jaw. “Take your shirt off.” He parrots my earlier command, but I actually listen. I swallow and tug the loose top over my head, revealing the lacy white bralette I’m wearing under it. Scott lets out a slow whistle. “Fuck, baby.” He adjusts the camera so I can see more of him. He’s sprawled on the bed now, his muscles taut and his eyes locked on me. “Take all of it off,” he says. “Let me see you.”

“You need nude photographs to get a part in a movie these days?” She cut her eyes toward me. “He wants them.” “I’m sure he does.” I inhaled deeply. “But, Ashleigh…if you walked into McDonald’s looking for a job and the manager asked if you had any nude photographs of yourself, you’d probably knock his block off and call the cops. So what makes this different?” Her voice was quiet, almost dreamy. “Brad Pitt.” “Brad Pitt wants nude photographs of you?” “I get to do the nude scenes with him.” Ashleigh finished the wine in a single gulp, crossed back to the love seat, and flopped her petite figure onto it.

I leave the altar and rush to grab one brochure from a nearby guest and open it. And my soul leaves my body. There I am on page one. Naked... everything on display. With another one of my side partners on top of me. My back, my tattoos, the curve of my body, all caught in perfect, high-resolution detail. Another photo depicts me in a hot tub with a pair of individuals from training camp, intoxicated, plus a blurred girl performing inappropriate actions within a public spa. My chest turns to ice. The next page is worse.

She shouted, "Why didn't you say that you weren't wearing any clothes? You let me just walk in!" Callan had just come out of the bathroom and taken off his dirty clothes. At this moment, he was wearing nothing but a loose bath towel around his waist, which barely coveredd the most intimate part of his body. But even so, his perfect figure was enough to make people daydream and start drooling. "Pah!" Callan reached out his hand to run through his wet hair and said indifferently, "What are you hiding from? You have seen me naked." "This, this..." Savannah felt that communicating with people surnamed Handerson was difficult, whether the elder or the younger. "Are things all right? If there's no

He broke the kiss and they both opened their eyes, both were catching their breath. “Scarlet, you are already making me wet.” Caleb said while looking at her cleavage. Heart was just looking at him. She did not say anything. Caleb then removed his necktie and his top. He then removed his pants and boxers, showing his fully naked body. Heart’s eyes widened. ‘This is my first time seeing a guy who’s naked. A guy whom I don’t even love.’ Heart thought while staring at his long big dick. Caleb then looked at Scarlet as his body was hovering on hers. Caleb smirked at her. “I will fuck you now, Scarlet Heart.” He said with his husky voice. He then pressed his body against her and closed his eyes.

It looked more like a place where all the earth had fallen off, more like a bottomless pit. “Wha..wha..wha..t is that,” Jimin stammered and turned to look at Calisté. He could not take his eyes off her body for even a second. In all the years he had dated Lona, he had never even seen her in an underwear, not to talk of seeing her completely nude but still he doubted that Lona’s body was as perfect as the work of art that he was staring at. Calisté’s skin glowed. Her breasts were firm and round and her nipples were pointed. He could bet that they were hard already and he wanted to confirm it but he couldn’t bring himself to touch. He didn’t know what he was doing. He didn’t even know what was

They chuckle at me through the mind link, calling me a prude and all kinds of names. I mean, we are part animal. We don't think twice about being naked in wolf form. Being naked in human form isn’t a big deal to us either. Marvel catches sight of the dressing females, causing him to freeze, his eyes going wide in surprise. "There's more of them..." he mutters before Calum breaks free from his hold, rolling over and leaping on top of Marvel's back. "More what?" Calum asks gleefully, enjoying his momentary victory while Marvel is distracted.