Chandler Riggs Shirtless Novels & Stories

Gripping. "Shit," I whispered, clutching my chest. His chin-length chocolate hair was tousled. He was shirtless with his hard torso on display for my hungry gaze above a pair of red and black, plaid pajama shorts that hung just low enough on his hips to make that V-line mouth-watering. "I didn't know you were home...or shirtless."

It was instinct to grab it and close it over my nakedness, but even though my hands twitched, I caught myself and made myself leave it for him to rake me with his eyes. I could smell his desire rising. And then a low, approving growl started rolling in his chest. Gathering my courage, I pulled the two halves of the robe neckline open and back, letting it slide off my shoulders, then sag down to catch on my elbows. The two front panels caught on my breasts, but barely. I was holding them there. If I just dropped my hands… My belly was bare, though, and Rig’s eyes flared as he tugged at his own robe belt, then threw the thing off his shoulders like it was a hindrance, so he stood in front of m

He folded them neatly and switched them out with the cleaner clothes he stored in the farthest locker for the occasion and turned his attention toward the shower when he found out how wrong he was to think all had been well once he caught sight of the rather embittered Rick Channon whom had been completely naked and dripping via the water from his recent shower as he approached Casey whom had barely stripped off his underwear before the older angry boy swooped up on him. A low growl escaped from Rick's lips as he swiftly rushed Casey and pinned him face first into a nearby locker, his naked body exposed to the elements due to the towel he'd put around his waist after getting undressed falli

Facing the fridge, shirtless. The crystal chandelier at the center shone on him, making him glow under it. “Speak of the devil,” I cursed under my breath. As I walked closer, I couldn’t help but gawk at the sight before me. He was shirtless with long joggers that started from his waistline. His ripe, broad shoulders and muscled back gleamed under the chandelier. “It looks so juicy and yummy. I wonder what it will feel like to rub my hands on it.” An inner voice in my head kept dropping silly, perverted thoughts in my head.

Faces registered various degrees of shock and disturbance, with some quicker-witted ones hastily shielding their eyes and averting their gaze in embarrassment. Chloe involuntarily took several steps back, not out of bashfulness, but because the scene was truly unsettling. Imagine a naked, disheveled woman chasing after a man with a maniacal and unhinged expression, resembling a vengeful spirit poised to claim a soul. Chad's garments had been torn away, leaving him only in his underpants. He fought for survival, and his body was adorned with crimson scratches. He dashed around the room in a frenzied panic, clutching desperately at his conspicuously empty crotch.

Thinking about seeing an injured Rex or a dying Rex she was surprised by what mistakenly appears in front of her eyes. Rex just came out of his private closet “SHIRTLESS!” his fine abs standing out outside those casual clothes he always wears and his toned skin glowed beautifully like the sun. A drool nearly escaped Cherry’s lips as she digested his mouth-watering features. His back was turned to her so he didn’t know she was ogling him from behind.

I’m not kidding. Then I zoomed in on another picture and paused. His shirt looked… wrong? Like, off. I looked up and— My brain short-circuited. He was shirtless. Standing there in front of everyone, abs glistening like they’d been painted on, tattoos crawling across his chest and arm — a massive bird spreading its wings like it could fly off his skin. I forgot to breathe. And then people started screaming. Phones came up, girls pushed forward, and I was right there with them.