Christopher Cote Nude Novels & Stories

she purred, her voice a sultry whisper that sent a shiver down my spine. Christopher was busy trailing kisses down her neck, leaving hickeys as he went. I didn't need to be told twice. I quickly shed my clothes, my cock springing free, already hard and aching for release. Christopher's eyes flicked to me, a grin spreading across his face as he took in my naked body. "About damn time you got here," he said, his voice husky with lust.

I didn’t aim for his face since it was still hot, so I threw it at his chest. “What the fuck!” He yelped, holding his shirt away from his skin. “Are you nuts? You don’t throw coffee at people. And you certainly don’t throw liquids around a lab full of electronics.” He shouted as he carefully peeled the now-wet shirt off. Holy shit! I’ve seen plenty of naked guys in my life. People shift to and from their wolf, so nudity is part of the culture. I’ve seen some seriously handsome naked men too. Alexander Petridis looks hot nude, not that I would ever tell him that. He doesn’t need the ego boost, and honestly, I put him in the brother category in my brain.

Elena needed the money. The ad was simple it a private artist seeking nude model for long sessions and the pay was good very discreet. She showed up at the loft on a quiet Tuesday afternoon. The artist was named Cole his tall, and doesn't talk much probably in his mid-thirties, with paint-stained hands and a steady gaze. The studio was large and full of natural light. A wide couch sat near the windows. A big wooden table held brushes and sketches. “You can change behind the screen,” Cole said. His voice was calm. “Take your time.”

The picture was so vivid, I almost let out a scream, chocking on the juices of the fruit in my mouth. It was insane! My core throbbed wildly from the image in my mind. God! What was happening to me? I needed a damn cold shower. And again - a flash of Nico standing there in the shower – naked, he was gorgeous, damn him to hell. So unashamed of his body. Everything about him screamed sex, from the sculpted, tattooed muscles of his chest to his hard, washboard abs and his… The blood rushed to my face.

“All that soft, pretty flesh just waiting for Daddy to claim.” He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, revealing a powerful, tattooed chest and abs. His pants followed, and Riley’s mouth watered at the sight of his thick, rock-hard cock straining against his boxers before he shoved them down. Cole closed the distance, his big hands cupping her heavy breasts, squeezing and kneading them roughly. He yanked her bra down and sucked one nipple into his hot mouth, biting just enough to make her moan. His other hand shoved into her panties, two thick fingers plunging straight into her dripping pussy.

They were standing, holding drinks in their hands, looking like they were at a party. The next photo showed the blonde woman sitting on a couch. This time she was naked, her legs spread, and her pussy was shaved like it said in the ad. The third photo showed Greg. He was sitting on a deck chair by a swimming pool, naked as well, his erect cock flat against his belly.

Margaret stretched slightly and called out toward the door. “What is it? Come in.” Click. The door swung open. Christopher stepped inside, causing Margaret to freeze for a moment. His hair was still damp, droplets of water trailing down his face and sliding over his broad, bare shoulders. And those droplets disappeared beneath the waistband of his gray sleep pants. His upper body was completely bare, revealing firm chest muscles and part of his sharply defined eight-pack abs, so masculine that Margaret’s mouth instantly went dry. The body hidden beneath those bandages was simply far too alluring.