Chandler Riggs Shirtless Novels & Stories

Going back to the shed with bicycle, I saw Chad waiting for me under the shed with muddy Nutty. Chad is here. He is really here. I wasn't imagining him. His presence is real. "I knew you can not leave her neither me." Chad was calm. His casual outfit on his chiselled body invited my wild imagination. I could so much with him. I could scratch his back... To Mark him. I could bite his neck to show the world that Chandler Lyons is mine. I could kiss his abs... Wait. He has abs now. When did it happen? He had a good body, but he looks more built now.

I haven't been here for a week now and it feels like a year. Every where is neatly arranged. I drop my bag and glance around Chase's living room. He's not around. Where is he? I hear loud grunts from somewhere in his apartment. I follow the noise, up the stairs and down the hallway. I stop outside his gym room. The door is ajar and Chase is shirtless, punching the life out of a punching bag. He's wearing a black Nike joggers that hang low on his waist, revealing his Calvin Klein white briefs. He's sweating profusely. His torso drips down sweat and I watch a stray line of sweat till it travels down his waistline and disappears past his boxers.

he said. “It’s fine,” I said. He’d done the right thing. I let that sit. The slow-adjacent song came on around nine. I’d ended up near the edge of the floor with my sandals in my hand, feet flat on the gym floor, which was a practical decision I didn’t regret. Noelle had disappeared with Maekynzie. Emory was somewhere. Tinsley was against the wall, exactly where she always ended up. Chandler appeared. He didn’t announce it, just materialized the way he did, dark green dress shirt, charcoal pants, faux hawk slightly less structured than usual, like the evening had loosened something. He looked at my sandals in my hand and then at my face and didn’t say anything about either.

A little gasp left Oscar’s lips and I assured my gorgeous fiance by kissing the side of his neck and moving my hand back under his sweatpants. “Zal...” A little protest leaves his lips, but then his breath hitched when he sees Rigg’s cheeks flushed pink. “It’s okay baby, it’s Riggs. He has a kink and he likes to watch, he likes to be submissive and I was thinking that he might be perfect for you to explore your sexuality.” I could see Riggs lick his lips when he saw the clear lust in Oscar’s eyes. “Riggs, would you mind slowly stripping naked for us? Maybe play with yourself a little and show Oscar just how good you can please yourself?”

She didn't know whether or not it was okay for her to get her blonde wig wet but seeing that it was fine after being submerged in water for a while , she didn't think much about it and dried it the same way she dries her hair . Rogue must have taken a bath too as he was dressed in black pants and a buttoned down white shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbow , showing of his muscular forearm with protruding veins - and Chelsea against her better sense of reasoning have to admit that the sight was really to her liking . What ? Well - imagine a really hot guy sitting in your room with a few buttons of his shirt opened and showing off just the right amount of skin and brewing you a cup o

“The student council changed the theme to costumes. It’s going to be… fun.” The silence that crashed down was lethal. Chandler’s jaw locked so tight the muscle bulged like it might snap. His eyes went black, pupils swallowing the irises until nothing human remained—just raw, feral possession that made my stomach twist with dark, shameful want. The air turned thick enough to choke on, heavy with the scent of his cologne, his rage, and the dark hunger rolling off him in waves that made my nipples tighten painfully against the corset. “You’re going to wear this?” His voice dropped to a guttural growl that vibrated straight through my bones and settled low in my belly. “In public? Where every ho

Standing, he brushed out the creases in his suit as he now spoke to Lance, “The Mare will no longer be an issue.” Following suit, Chiri clenched her teeth, before wobbling unsteadily to her feet beside him. The muscles in her bare legs visibly shaking. It was only then that both men noticed she was practically naked. Save for what appeared to be a man’s shirt, with only a few buttons halfheartedly fastened over her small round breasts and a pair of dark lace underwear, nothing hid her slender outline from them as she stood weakly.

I called, not even caring about using his Alpha title since someone could hear. I banged a little harder and I was about to believe he wasn’t inside when the door suddenly opened. Landon stood shirtless, soaked in sweat. Only a trouser was hanging loosely around his waist. And behind him, I saw an unfamiliar woman tip toe forward, wearing nothing but an oversized male shirt. My eyes widened and all the words that had just reached the tip of my tongue went back down my throat as I stood there in stunned silence.

It was because of the stupid mate bond that I somehow could not even feel on my end. I felt disgusting in this clothes, all the sweat that clung to my skin. I honestly just wanted to disappear into an oversized sweatpants and sleep forever. I pushed the glass door open, stepping into the dimly lit closet. Lo and behold, the room wasn't empty. Khyrix was standing right there in the center of the aisle. He was completely shirtless, his broad, muscled back turned toward me as he casually ran a hand through a row of button down shirts, looking for something to wear.