Chandler Riggs Shirtless Novels & Stories

I could only guess they had done their findings about me before now. Concurring, I loosened the strap round my neck and let the fabric fall to my waist. I wasn’t wearing a bra. I had big, perky boobs, they jerked too attention. Nipples a bit taut from my horny state. Chad came round to whistle, eyes brimming with amused interest…and maybe lust? “Get the camera set up.” Ezra said. “W-what?” I turned to him. “You’re not done undressing.” He quirked a brow at me.

There was no time to play princess dress up. Yet Richard was a man I respected. And I didn't want to be seen as a leader whom universal laws did not apply to. So I groaned as I pulled my shirt over my head, and stood topless; then ripped off my trousers and left myself with only undershorts. I kicked away my shoes, and flung my socks out into the darkness. Then ran my hand over my hair, smoothing it back with the water that had softened it and underneath my knuckles. Before I straightened up, facing him again.

He responded with equal ferocity, lifting me off the railing and carrying me to a shadowed corner of the rooftop, laying me on a cushioned chaise lounge someone had left behind. He stripped off his shirt, revealing a torso rippling with muscle, tattoos snaking down his arms, and I reached for him, nails raking over his chest. “Impatient little whore,” he chuckled, yanking my dress off completely, leaving me naked under the open sky. His trousers followed, pooling at his ankles, and his cock sprang free again, already hardening, thick and menacing.

After a long shower, I found myself standing outside Alex’s door. I knew this was my chance. I knocked. Once. Twice. Three times. No answer. I was about to turn away when the door finally creaked open. Alex stood there, shirtless. My throat went dry. He was dressed in only jeans as his upper body was naked to my greedy eyes. He looked… exhausted. Like he had just gotten back from handling the mess with my father. His usual cool demeanor was stripped away, leaving something raw and worn beneath it.

I could feel my cheeks flaming as I pictured Zach and Zayn making love to me at the same time. Letting out a groan, I pulled down the zipper of the black shining dress I wore to the party, as my insides melted with anticipation, it was going to be a very long night. I emerged from the dressing room to find that both of them had changed already, their hair was tousled, and they had just stepped out of the shower a few minutes earlier. They were all shirtless, my heart fluttered as I registered the toned muscles they had been hiding underneath their suits and all I wanted to do was run my hands over them.

When Chris wasn’t doing anything, Rita got up from the bed and undressed herself clumsily. The dress had breast pads so Rita didn’t wear a bra. The moment the dress fell off, her two medium mounds bounced on her chest. Chris shook his head to distract himself. He was shocked at what he was seeing. He gulped and swallowed empty air as he felt blood rush downwards. Hardening his shaft in an instant. “Fuck! I need to get out of here!” He mumbled to himself and turned to walk away when he felt a pair of hands wrap around his torso from behind.

Chastity said as she let the blanket slip off her shoulders. “What?” “What better place to change on a cold, rainy night than in front of a fireplace,” she said as she reached behind her neck to unsnap the white collar that covered her shoulders. He didn’t make a move. It was like he was watching her, wondering if she was going to keep going. And she was. It’s not like he hadn’t seen her naked before. She unbuttoned her black ceremonial dress and let it fall to the floor as he continued to watch. She was now standing in a full black slip with black panty hose underneath. Then she unsnapped the buttons that were concealed by the white cloth around her neck and under her chin. Chastity kicked

The man had chosen his wife, and he appeared to be in such a state of decay that there was no way they could save him from the pit. They could only look at the man standing in front of the guests, a bright smile on his face, as he waited for the bride. Chandler stood there looking particularly dashing in a dark purple tuxedo, a black shirt with gold cufflinks that had its two top buttons open because the man didn't wear a tie. When asked why he didn't wear a tie, his response rendered the stylists speechless, and his brothers vomited blood while being fed dog food. “She loves me dressed like this,” they were told, so they left the henpecked man alone.

I turned the corner and walked down the hallway, still wearing my dress from yesterday. I froze at what I saw. Christopher stood in the kitchen, his back facing me. He went about flipping something in a skillet, ignoring the sunlight spilling across his bare shoulders. He was shirtless- I have never seen him shirtless. The grey pants he wore dangerously hung low on his hips, making me curious about what the front view would look like. "W....w... what are you doing?" I blinked hard, banishing the dirty thoughts in my head. I tried distracting myself with the smell of butter from the way that towel on his shoulder made him look sexier than a model in an expensive suit.

He pulled me so he could take off my clothes entirely. I sobbed as he got off. I hugged my knee to cover my breast. Alex walk over, I squirm as he started to tear my leggings and rip my undies. I cried uncomfortably, I was stark naked in front of five guys. Lord help me. Will Noah come to save me? That was the thought in my head. Alex moved away, Miles and Chase took off their shirts and unbuckled their belt. Please no. I cried. Chase smirked down at me but Miles gave me a apologetic look.