Dylan Obrien Nudes Novels & Stories

he let go of her hand. Blair walked stark naked into the bathroom. Dylan chuckled as he took his lips in his mouth and held it in place with his teeth. "Oh Blair, you fucking drive me crazy" he muttered under his breath. He walked over to the counter and found her standing there. The only thing he could think of at that moment was bending her over and making her scream his name. Dylan went over to her and held her hips from behind. He traced her outlines with his fingers and she shivered.

Dylan’s eyes darkens as he runs his gaze over the length of me, his tongue darting out to lick his upper then lower lip. “Your tits are so fucking erotic, beautiful.” That’s when I realize I’m standing in front of him in nothing but my panties that I was still putting on. I jerk backward, grabbing the towel and holding it against my naked chest. He steps closer, the tenor of his voice low and chill-inducing. “I’ll see you naked sooner or later, baby. Hiding won’t serve any purpose.” How did I not know that Dylan had this dark side to him? “What makes you think I want you to see me?”

he kept up the celebrity-style whining, even though he really did look unfairly handsome despite the injury. “Okay, okay… fine. I already said I was sorry, countless times! What do you want me to do?” I asked, desperate to end the theatrics. The moment the words, the fateful words, were out, his eyes snapped to mine. That alarming, predatory, mischievous look was back. He still held my legs, his touch suddenly making my skin crawl. Miss Britney, his mom, was gone for a couple more days. Being alone with the bad boy, the arrogant, obnoxious everything that was Joseph, felt suddenly dangerous. I pushed back, shifting on the couch, pulling my legs away from his hands.

“Dylan, it can't be. The place isn't clean, it's dirty… don't bend down like that.” Dylan's enticing eyes sparkled with amusement, and the corners of his lips curled into a menacing smile as he smiled. The tips of Dylan's fingertips, which had no prior knowledge of Miren's hiding spot, moved quickly to separate her two pink petals. Dylan applied a light press and then began to rub a sensitive spot on the body. Miren quavered and quickly bowed her head while gasping for air. "Ah… Dylan, stop." The tips of Dylan's fingers were drenched in the warm water that gushed from Miren's body. Dylan's eyes narrowed as he took in Miren's pathetic appearance, which made him happy.

Dylan's eyes widened in disbelief and his mouth scrunched in disgust, the nerve he had after pulling that gun stunt on him. The door fell shut and they were finally left alone. “He weirds me out.” he mumbled to himself and turned to Kyle, the bare sight stealing his attention all over again. "So, what did you want to show me?" He blinked, hoping his naughty desire to see how far the naked trip was going wasn't actually showing through his eyes. *Haa, right.** Kyle sighed tiredly and braced himself once again. He went silent for a minute and Dylan suddenly felt conscious from the stares when Kyle was the one shirtless.

he asked Fred. Fred frowned thoughtfully. "I don't see why not, the principle is the same," he replied with a careless shrug as Claire's eyes widened slightly in alarm. Dylan grinned as he stood up on the couch beside Claire and started to unbutton his jeans. "Have a suck on this first so you can tell me if it tastes better when I put the Pussylicious on it," said Dylan as he pulled out his semi-erect cock. He looked bigger than either Fred or Mr Thompson from the day before, although from the musky whiff of body odour that assaulted Claire's nostrils she assumed he hadn't showered that morning, typical teenager.

"Zayn, just spit the bones in here, okay?" On instinct, I looked down and froze. Inside the bin was a used condom, along with its strawberry-scented wrapper. "Oh, my girlfriend and I used that. Sorry, I forgot to clean it up," Dylan said, looking embarrassed. But his eyes gleamed with a strange pride. It was as if he was saying, "See? Your girlfriend's mine." At that moment, Nadine was utterly disgusting to me. Nadine looked uneasy, so she cleared her throat and urged us to eat.

He was driven insane with the sensation and heat that enveloped his manhood. Dylan quickly took the gel that was in the drawer of the small table next to the bed. He gave it to Alexander and he wanted him to put it on his stiff shaft. Alexander stood up smiling and he got a very close look at Dylan’s huge shaft. He was kneeling in front of him, his face facing his proud member. He looked up and a silly smile formed on his lips. Dylan locked eyes with him and he didn’t want to look away while slowly bringing his mouth closer to his shaft.

I did take a few pictures, but when Dylan went behind a set of bleachers instead of the locker room after practice, I maneuvered my way to a spot to watch him. Dylan was hot and sweaty, so I didn't think much of it when he began to take off his practice jersey. He had a nice set of six-pack abs on full display. I snapped another photo, this time with my phone. I hid as he rounded the back side of the bleachers. I was wildly curious as to why he would go behind the bleachers. Was it drugs or some other dirty deal?

Her behavior was now getting out of hand, and he’s already having difficulty disciplining her. Dylan looks around the dance floor, sweeping his gaze over the bobbing heads. Ignoring the coquettish glances that the other girls were throwing his way. He would, without a doubt, draw the attention of everyone... It's not like some random sexy guy would walk into a place like this without a shirt on and only wearing gray sweatpants, flaunting his toned body and attracting the attention of the ladies with his hard abdominal muscles on display. It was like he went out, coming out straight from the bedroom.