Deku Without A Shirt Novels & Stories

His thumb circled my clit, slow and deliberate, building the pressure until I was squirming. Kade chuckled, dark and sinful, as he stripped off his shirt, revealing a chest carved from marble, dusted with dark hair that trailed down to his abs. "We're going to fuck you so hard you'll forget your own name." He unbuckled his belt, shoving his jeans down. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, the head already glistening with pre-cum. My mouth watered at the sight.

The sky behind me was blood-orange with sunset, the city lights just starting to flicker on thirty stories below. I wore a plain black shirt, sleeves rolled up, no tie, no jacket. My head was still shaved clean. The scar from the night I’d bashed it against the ICU wall when she coded was visible under the floodlights. I walked straight to the podium they’d set up, ignored the bank of microphones, and looked directly into the nearest camera. Then I reached into my pocket and pulled out the original marriage contract (the one I’d burned months ago, the one Margaret had restored with gold kintsugi seams).

Dex stood there, blocking my path with a seductively devious grin on his face. No leather jacket today, just a black tshirt, reflective sunglasses and jeans. Paired with his dark olive skin tone and black curling locks he was perfection. Except I was barely dressed and dripping with sweat. With no water I doubted I would even be able to talk. “Morning,” he said, flashing his perfect white teeth. I coughed trying to clear my throat before scratchily saying, “you might have sunglasses on but I can tell you’re not looking at me face,” as the heat of gaze remained firmly concentrated on my lower stomach.

The shirt falls in pieces to the desk, but Ada and Duke continue to stare into each other’s eyes. He is gentle on her bare area but still cuts it exposing her breasts. He leans in and kisses her mark, making her suck in air. He flattens his tongue and licks from her mark down to the band of her now shredded skirt. He cuts the band and the skirt springs away exposing the fact Ada has not been wearing underwear all day.

Declan stood at the island, shirtless again, dumping protein powder into the blender like he owned the entire building. “Rule one.” I yelled over the noise “Shirt On, Now.” He turned the blender off and grinned that cocky, panty-melting smirk. “Rule two, you don’t get to walk around looking like that and then demand I cover up. Those shorts are illegal, Savage.” He shot back. “These are standard athletic wear, you Neanderthal.” I grabbed an apple from the ridiculous fruit basket the sponsor left and hurled it at his head. He caught it one handed, took a bite, and winked. Before I could launch something heavier, my phone started blowing up.

the announcer says, and the crowd begins to chant as the men come onto the field from the left of us. I find Modok quickly and blush when I see his chest and stomach on display. The only clothes he has on are a pair of red pants that look as if they were made to be fought in. The male Kea holds his hand in the air to get the crowd back under control and the arena goes silent again as if he yelled.

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I pretended to be really interested in my book even though the words were blurry, on the page. “Escaping already?” Derek's voice was really low. It sounded like he was laughing at me in a quiet way. He walked into the gazebo. The air felt heavy all of a sudden. Derek was still not wearing a shirt. He had on some loose gray sweatpants that were hanging down pretty low on his hips. I could see the shape of Derek's parts and it was really hard to look away. It was partially hard and moving a little with each step Derek took. My mouth started to water before I could even think about it.

The two of them looked incredible, wearing clothes that somewhat matched but also held little differences that showcased their own personalities. Kade wore a dark leather jacket, a white t-shirt and a pair of torn jeans. He frequently wore a pair of thick combat books, looking exactly like some kind of jacked motorcyclist. Alec dressed a bit more professional, wearing a button-down shirt that he kept rolled up to his elbows. Both had gotten their hair trimmed a week ago, in a near identical style. Shaved short on the sides and longer on the top. Kade’s hair seemed to grow like a weed, and those long strands now tickled just above his eyebrow.

I’m bundled up in black fur, the hood firmly yanked down over as much of my face as possible. Cyrus slowly climbs up, struggling to shift his huge frame through the hole. All the men gasp as he finally climbs out with no layers on, passing them up for me and Dee to hold. His bare frame is hunched over until he clears the last step onto the snow then slowly unfurls himself to full height, Bare-chested, his full, dark, macabre tattooed body was displayed to everyone. Nobody spoke as he slowly, deliberately redressed. Each layer tugged on and pulled down methodically as if the weather battering us was an illusion.