Novel & Cerita Ed Sheeran Shirtless

Aleksander sent a photo. God. I knew I shouldn’t click it. My brain screamed don’t, but my thumb didn’t listen. The screen flashed to life—and just like that, my entire nervous system short-circuited. He was shirtless. Not the casual I just woke up kind of shirtless, no—this was calculated. The kind of picture men send when they know exactly what they’re doing. His body was all lean muscle and golden tone, the kind that made you forget how to breathe. His shoulders were broad, tapering down to a sculpted chest dusted with just enough hair to look maddeningly real. A chain rested against his collarbone, glinting under the soft light. His hair was tousled, damp like he’d just stepped out of th

Leilani “I have gone over the fitness program you are required to strictly follow for the next couple of months before the photoshoots begin, and I know you'll kill this shit.” My fitness trainer, Shaina, said to me, placing her hands on her tight hips. A grey spandex tank top covered her shoulders to her breasts, flaunting her tan and toned abdominal muscles. Her entire body was ripped, fit and athletic, with her jet-black hair pulled into a ponytail.

The kiss is deep and passion filled, but there are no sparks or tingles and my body isn't reacting the way it does when Colin kisses or touches me. That bottom lip though. It is big and juicy and my lips are enveloped by them. Then I remember I am not at home. I place my hand on the rock-hard chest in front of me and push it away as fast as I can. My eyes finally adjust as Shane stands in front of my bed and I see that he is currently shirtless, in joggers and apparently, no boxers. His erection is holding his pants up like a circus tent. I dart my eyes back up to his and a smirk spreads across his face.

Adrian stood in the kitchen, shirtless. And not just shirtless—gloriously shirtless. Muscles defined and lightly scarred, abs tensing as he reached for a mug from the top shelf, the curve of his back drawing her eyes like a magnet. He wore only gray sweatpants, riding low on his hips. His hair was still damp from a recent shower, curling slightly at the nape. He hadn’t seen her yet. She should’ve turned back. But she didn’t.

The door was slightly ajar, and soft sounds of movement and heavy breathing drifted out. I stopped right at the edge of the doorframe, pressing my back against the wall, and peeked in through the gap. Oh. My. God. He was there. Shirtless. Gone were the suits, the crisp shirts, the buttons, the ties. He was wearing only dark grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, no shirt, no shoes, nothing else. His back was to me, hands gripping the pull-up bar high above him, and he was moving—smoothly.

Her other breast begged for justice as he brought it out and placed his mouth on it and his other hand massaging her other bud. Celestine closed her eyes and threw her head backwards, sweet soft moans left her mouth. Damien left her breast and kissed her hot lips again. He stopped suddenly and looked down at the panting little kitten under him. He removed his shirt and threw it away. His toned body was before Celestine's eyes. Something she had never noticed before. His sexy abs were before her and she was mentally counting them. His chest was broad and hard so were his muscles, there was no doubt that he worked out a lot. His muscles weren't to be exaggerated but they were just the perfect

Ben straightened up and looked at the still surprised Shane, he needed to remind him that time was not on their side “Shane it is now or never, just man up, okay. Pull up your sleeves in fact take off that stupid shirt off. So that you can remain with a vest .I want you to show them, this beautiful abs you always showcase to those prostitute. I think today they have found a better use.” He finished saying and then ruffled his hair playfully not worried the death stare Shane was giving him.

I bite the inside of my cheek as I catch sight of Warren standing there, shirtless and glistening with sweat, looking like he just stepped out of a magazine cover. His tan abs are practically gleaming in the dim light, and I notice how his baggy cargo jeans with straps that wrap around his shoulders, cling to his hips in all the right places, emphasizing his perfect V-line. His black hair is styled to perfection, but a stray strand falls across his forehead, making him look even more disheveled and irresistible.

My hands curl and I hold the hem of my shirt. Don't you wanna see him shirtless? That thought coursed through my mind and I couldn't help but blush. I have never seen Jason shirtless before. He was always in suits and I've only seen him once in casual clothes. I felt my throat dry up when Jason came out of the water shirtless. My breath hitched and all I could think of was - did he always have abs? This was a rare moment for me and I didn't want this to be ruined.

he murmured as Bash slides the glass door that led to where he was seated. "Hey cutie, "he greeted with a charming smile, he was wearing a long-sleeve buttonless shirt that exposed his well-chiseled abs and a pair of white shorts. The way he positioned that is, with his legs crossed and one of his hands holding a glass of mojito, he looked like he was on set ready for a shot.