Chloe Coleman Nude Novels & Stories

Chloe was already there. She lounged on the sectional in nothing but a sheer black babydoll nightie—short enough that it barely skimmed the tops of her thighs, lace cups clinging to her small, perky breasts. Her nipples were visible through the fabric, hard little peaks begging for attention. One leg was draped over the armrest, the other bent at the knee, fingers lazily tracing circles on her inner thigh. She looked up when Lauren stepped into the light. No surprise on her face. Just a slow, knowing smile.

The entire hall was holding its breath, waiting for Chloe to strike the first note. Suddenly, the screen behind her lit up. Everyone’s eyes turned instinctively. And there it was—a selfie of Chloe. A collective gasp rippled through the audience. Dolly blurted out, “What the hell?!” I focused on the screen. It was Chloe, but not some poised, elegant portrait. It was sultry and provocative. She was in a steamy bathroom, skin dewy, cleavage pushed up, one leg bare and exposed against the tiled wall.

I was posing and she was clicking away on my DSLR. Clothed, then shirtless. A teasing hand on the waistband of my jeans. A half-lidded gaze, lips parted as if mid-moan. We were going for art, but the pictures were looking as straight-up p**n with better lighting. “Goddamn, Jules. For fuck’s sake,” Chloe breathed, lowering the camera. She scrolled through the previews on the little screen, her eyes wide. “You look… edible. Seriously. If I were into dick, I’d be on my knees for you right now.”

I blink, afraid if I look away she’ll disappear somehow, that maybe I’m just imaging all this. She’s drenched from the rain, dark red hair hanging around her face, somehow highlighting her intense green eyes. Dressed in hiking boots, black leggings, and a white t-shirt with the words Shadowfall along the collar, my eyes go right to her breasts on their own accord and—fuck—I can see the faint outline of her nipples through the wet fabric. I’ve wondered what Chloe looks like naked multiple times over the years. I’ve caught glimpses of her here and there, most happening innocently enough. But seeing her—all of her—has been the subject of my dreams more times than once.

“Okay, just give me a buzz whenever you’re around…” Chloe clicked off the phone and put it down on the desk. She leaned back in the chair and spread her legs a little more, holding my head in place with both hands now. Then there was a bright light and I looked up to see that she took another photo of me down on my knees, dressed in her clothes, eating her out. I was feeling pretty shitty at this point. ‘How was I to get out of this?’ She gave a brief moan before finally pushing my head back and standing up.

Not now, not after everything. I pushed the bedroom door open, and the sight before me froze me in place. There, in the dim light of the room, Chloe was on the bed, naked, tangled in the sheets. And Brad, equally exposed, was on top of her, thrusting with a desperation that made my stomach turn. Chloe's back arched, a throaty moan escaping her lips. The sight of them, so entwined, so caught up in their moment, felt like a dagger to my chest.

Wearing a v-neck summer dress, Joan smiled as she took a vacant seat from the nearby pool-side tables while Monica approached the producer of the entire set. She marveled and flushed, just watching Cole in a white open shirt, striking a pose. Joan thought Cole was really, so damn hot. His chest was in perfect shape and so were all his abs. His athletic face further added to his allure. Joan was caught in a daze, not realizing two girl models found a seat next to her. A blonde with very long straight hair saw Joan ogling at Cole. She said, "Delicious, isn't he? That's Cole Adams, the famous superstar model." The girl fanned herself with her hands and added, "After this shoot, I'll get my hand

She moved like a predator closing in on wounded prey. "Hey guys, I’m back with Athena Cole!" Chloe announced to her livestream, her voice pitched at an aggressive, upbeat register. "So, Athena, the cheating rumors were totally dropped this morning. Care to give us an exclusive on how it feels to get cleared by the board, or are you still giving very much guilty vibes?" I stepped left to bypass her, but the camera followed my movement with predatory speed. Chloe blocked my path again, her expression hungry for a reaction, her thumb hovering over the ‘share’ button.

Chloe's POV Jessica was the first person I opened up to about what transpired that night. She is the human representation of my reality. She is the mark of my first attempt at moving on. I admit, a minute ago I was annoyed at her for disturbing my peace yet her I am now, crying my eyes out to her as I tried my best to tell her in detail what happened between Mason and I.

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.