David Gallagher Nude Novels & Stories

The thought of him naked in the shower sent a shiver down my spine. I slowly walked to the door and headed inside. Steam enveloped me as I caught sight of David through the glass, beads of water cascading down his toned body. My mouth went dry, and a hunger stirred in the pit of my stomach. When the door clicked behind me, his head snapped up to find me standing there, drooling over him. "Grace?" His eyes widened with surprise. "What is it? Is something wrong?" I shook my head, taking a step forward. "I just need you to make me forget some things," I said, partially ignoring his question. In a swift movement, I stripped from my dress and panties, standing there completely naked.

Gabriel awoke with a start, gasping for breath. That was him, the man in the dream. Slowly he released his breath, and his hand touched the tattoo on his chest. He knew his name, he'd said it in the dream. Nick. He was tall and bright, happy, laughing his head off. He was also stark naked. Gabriel closed his eyes and conjured up the sight in his dream, this beautiful, golden man, muscles as he'd never imagined, and those muscles were going to be wrapped around him. He looked like a bloody rock star!

Like the universe whispering, If He Cheats, You Can Cheat Too. And that whisper… God, it was loud. Before I knew it, my knuckles were tapping gently against Mr. Gage’s door. The door opened almost immediately. He was barefoot, wearing only low-slung navy sweatpants, hair damp from a shower. The hallway light sent shadows across the broad line of his shoulders. He looked like every forbidden fantasy I’d ever had, all wrapped in one unfairly beautiful, exhausted man. His brows drew together when he saw my face. “Thea?”

“This is our work. It has to be raw or it means nothing. Let me show the world how you look when you’re truly open.” His words sounded loving but they sent a chill through me with lust. I nodded but the unease stayed, every time I caught him watching me with that obsessive stare. The private preview came a few days before the big opening. Damien led me through the gallery space, his hand firm on my lower back. We walked past several pieces that made my cheeks burn, shots of me in vulnerable poses mixed with his darker art. Then we turned a corner and there was a massive portrait dominating the wall. Me completely naked, legs spread wide, face caught mid-orgasm with my eyes half-closed and li

my eyes landed at his hands, that grabbed the hem of his shirt. Oh.....I'm gonna see a man bare top for the first time. Excited? Yes I am. So damn excited. He also has a tattoo....what tattoo does he have? Is it a colored tattoo or a plain black. Oh....does he have abs? is he fit? he's muscles looks fit but....does he really have abs? oh my.....I've always admired David James Gandy in TV and oh his sun kissed tan abs are so juicy....Wait....Does my mate also have abs like David Gan... "David Gandy? really?"

Darius complained but took it anyways and when he opened it, his eyes almost bulge out. "Woah… what… fuck!" He stuttered as he stared at a picture of me completely naked and my legs parted. My vagina's tongue was on the mattress and my breasts were hard and pointed to the camera. "Aria. This is amazing." Killian whispered under his breath, I don't think he meant it to be a whisper since he called out to me but it came out that way. "You guys like it?" I asked as they flicked the pages, their eyes glued on the pictures containing my nudes.

I turn my head slowly, and my heart skips a beat when I see David sleeping next to me. This is the second time I’ve found him like this on my bed, looking like a Greek god. Last time, he had clothes on, but now he’s completely naked, his abs on display along with his tattooed arms. My eyes go wide as last night’s memories come rushing back, fragments of laughter, music, and the warmth of his body against mine.

Save us both from whatever dangerous path we were about to walk down. But I was so tired of being good. So tired of being unseen, unfulfilled, unloved. Me: You're not crazy. Three dots. Then: David: What are you wearing? My pussy clenched. This was really, really happening. I looked down at myself—thin tank top, no bra, just underwear. My nipples were still hard from my orgasm minutes ago. I shouldn't. God, I absolutely shouldn't. But I snapped a photo anyway. Nothing too revealing, just enough to show the outline of my breasts through the fabric, my hardened nipples visible in the dim light.

Locating the nearest bathroom, she walked in and locked the door, sighing of relief as she sat by the edge of the tub and pulled out her smartphone. She browsed up the latest photos she had taken, skimming through the rather lengthy album and noting the numerous moments she had captured digitally. She smiled fondly at her screen, laughing at some insane moments and cooing to a few, and at some point, her fingers had slowly begun to grow tired from scrolling back and forth. Five minutes passed, and a few more did but she just couldn't stop, however, when she clicked open an unnamed folder, her eyes widened. Staring at her with the most elusive eyes and the cockiest smirk she had ever seen was

"Actually, yes. A sexy, hot guy, very handsome." Ashley's eyes lit up with excitement. "Really? Let's go take a look!" Nicole hesitated, unsure if she should encourage her sister's nosiness. But Ashley was already dragging her towards the door, and before Nicole could protest, they were both peeking through the open doorway of Gage's apartment. What they saw took their breath away. Gage was standing in the middle of the room, his body half-naked and glistening with sweat as he worked out. His muscles rippled beneath his skin, and his eyes were fixed intently on some point in front of him.