Chandler Riggs Shirtless Novels & Stories

My own tie was always loose and deliberately askew, a small act of rebellion against the constraints of our position. Blair, the bitch, ever the peacock, had left several buttons of his crisp white shirt undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his toned chest - always his way of drawing admiring glances from the pack's females. Killian, with his perpetual chip on his shoulder, had his sleeves rolled up, his muscular forearms on display as he was constantly ready for a brawl. And then there was Chad - perfect, polished Chad. His uniform was immaculate, every crease sharp and every button fastened, the very picture of the ideal Alpha lead.

"But I ... I've kind of thought about it. I think I'd like to try it!" "Oh, sweetheart, you make me so happy!" Miss Chandler said. She kissed Dawn's lips again, and then added, "Would you help me take my clothes off?" Dawn quickly shed her own clothes, and then, naked in front of her coach, she began to unbutton her blouse. She laid it open to reveal a low-cut black bra cupping the older woman's generous tits. For most women, the lacy edge of the abbreviated bra would have just hidden their nipples. But Miss Chandler's small, rosy-pink nipples were perched more atop her tits than on their front, so they sat exposed to Dawn's appreciative gaze just above the lace.

You won't be able to tell if I'm sexy lingerie or a tight dress just for you 😉 PrinceCharming: Your have to wear red lingerie under a semi see through top. 😍 LonelyGirl: Challenge accepted. Now you have to unbotton your top three buttons of your shirt and leave it like that all day. No undershirt! I want to see if you are built or have a hairy chest. 👔 PrinceCharming: I accept. Can't wait to look at all my female colleges in the chest to see if I can spy any red peeking out. 🤪

he probably started a business and taught others like I taught. "Alpha," they all shouted in unison and I lost my train of thought due to the interruption. I turned towards the entrance and saw James in a pair of grey shorts but no shirt. How long has he been standing there? 'Girl that's the least of your concern right now! His shirt is off! You always wanted to see how he looked like shirtless,' Chloe said and I dipped my eyes to his well sculptured chest.

Brigor went in topless and wearing only a pajama. He stared at me for a minute which made me uneasy. Do I look bad? I glanced at my dress and it was full of the stain of the soup yesterday. He went towards the wardrobe to grab some shirts and short. He stood up in front of me. I was shocked when he unzipped my dress from behind which made it fall to my stomach and exposing my chest. "Why are you doing this to me?" I asked calmed, while he's removing the dress from my body.

The hard planes of his muscles bulged beneath his white t-shirt, which was made sheer by the sunset so that I could see everything underneath. “What?” he teased, catching my eye when he noticed me staring. “Something on my face?” I shook my head and chuckled. “I’m not allowed to look?” “I never said that.” Chris’s voice was husky, his steps slow as he meandered back to the end of the bed. He carefully grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head, tousling his hair along the way. A moment later, he stood shirtless in front of me in all his muscular glory.

“I want to go back to Liono City for a meal.” “It’s too late to make it back for lunch,” Chris said calmly, as if it were a serious point. Winter finally looked up from her magazine and glanced at him. He was still shirtless. As he rubbed his hair dry, the muscles across his chest, abs, and arms shifted with the movement. Droplets that hadn’t been wiped away slid down along the sharp lines of his torso and disappeared into the waistband of his pants.

“It all ends now. That’s all I’m going to say. I’m getting out of the arrangement with Chanel. I don’t care how I’ll do it.” He marched to the closet pulled out a large t-shirt and hurled it at me. “Put it on,” he ordered. I stripped out of my dress as fast as I could while he changed out of his clothes. I wasn’t fast enough because Knox turned around and caught me naked. He paused and took me in. His eyes lingered on my legs before going up to my chest. The urge to cover my modest chest clawed at me but I lifted my chin instead. I wanted him to see all of me.

Now, she was seeing the real Chandler. The sleek lines of his midnight black tuxedo hugged his frame perfectly, accentuating his broad shoulders and trim waist. The crisp white shirt beneath contrasted sharply, highlighting his chiseled jawline. He didn't have a tie on, and the first two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing the tattooed skin underneath. On his feet were black polished shoes that reflected the dim light around them. Her heart quickened as she took in his ensemble. The sight of him in such refined attire sent a rush of admiration through her. The confident elegance he exuded left her feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation, igniting a flutter of butterflies in her

“I love that you wore this.” “Oh do you like it, it was a gift?” I laughed and he joined in as I modeled for him. I came over to him now helping him unbutton his shirt and slowly taking it off. He reached around and unclasped my bra exposing my breasts to the cool breeze. I could feel my nipples pucker with coldness and excitement. I continued to work my way down and Rogan slowly slipped off his shoes allowing me to take off his pants showing the fact he was not wearing any boxers. I looked up at him.