Ed Sheeran Shirtless Novels & Stories

Nathan positioned himself against the wall, effectively trapping her in place. Mila's breath quickened, her heart pounding as she nervously met Nathan's gaze. He stood shirtless, his chiseled upper body showcasing defined muscles and smooth lines, exuding a subtle fragrance of shower gel. His short hair was partially damp, and his ruggedly handsome face bore a slight flush. The reddish hue extended from his face to his neck, continuing down to his bare chest, which appeared a shade rosier than usual. His gaze bore into hers, intense and penetrating, akin to a blazing furnace, almost melting her resolve.

I assured him. “I’m here at a souvenir shop. Will that be enough?” “Hmm, you have to tell me the color of your shirt so that he can recognize you right away,” I told him. “I am shirtless and just wearing a board short and a slipper. Black cap and black sunglass.” Did he have to include the fact that he was shirtless? I took a deep breath while trying not to imagine his overall appearance at the moment, but I could sense from his voice that he was handsome.

Eventually, the door clicked open and he reappeared, freshly shaven with his hair washed and combed. The room was instantly enveloped in the revitalizing scent of body wash and what I thought was a moisturizer as he set his clothes down on the vanity mirror beside him. I noticed that he was wearing a pair of black sweatpants but still had the shirt he wore today on. Did Shane forget a T-shirt or something? "Do you mind if I take my shirt off?" Ohh…

Today is the ceremony, and as I had promised him, I would be there. I watch him fixedly as he strode over. He has no shirt on, putting his toned six pack on display. His muscles are ripped, tempting me to run my hands down those muscular plane. Those khaki shorts he had on hang low. I tighten my thighs and Shawn coughs, I loosen them quickly, my face burning up as I try to stop from looking at my best friend in any other way than friendly. "Went for a run?" Shawn asked him when he's nearing.

A sharp exhale escaped Sheera's throat as she whipped around to the direction of the voice and found him leaning on the doorway to a second smaller - looking room. A leaden weight settled in her chest, mirroring the oppressive tension that filled the room. Despite the room's faint illumination, she saw him with startling clarity. For the first time, she wasn't seeing him in his cumbersome royal garb. Instead , he stood dressed in simple black breeches and a long-sleeved tunic with the top buttons undone, offering a glimpse of his bare chest.

Isla’s POV Shane Jr. comes bouncing down the stairs in his jeans and that shirt, half shirt, cropped tee, whatever they’re calling it now. Oversized but short at the same time. I swear, fashion makes no sense anymore. Of course, he’s got on Jordans. He grabs his jacket, throws it on, and for once, thank God, he doesn’t drown himself in cologne. I look him over. “Alright, let me see how you’re looking, son.”

I kiss him. Shane walks us to the bed and lays me down. “If you were mine, I’d want you only in little dresses like this.” He pushes the fabric up just enough to bare my pussy. “You have no idea how crazy it makes me to know that nothing is stopping me from being inside you.” “Oh yeah?” I prop myself up on my elbows as I watch him strip. I’m not even remotely ashamed to say I give my shoulders a little wiggle so my straps slip off and fall to bare my breasts. “I thought you said I was a little slut for dressing like this.”

She didn't know what he intended to do, but she wanted more bare skin from him. He paused and pulled his T-shirt off. Under that was a dark vest made from Kevlar worn over a white undershirt. He winced as he ripped the Velcro straps free. Both vest and undershirt were shed quickly, giving her the first glimpse of a shirtless Evan. She sighed and smiled, pleased with the view. Miles of muscular planes sculpted his chest and stomach. He leaned over her and bumped her nose with his. "Happy?" She laid her palm against his chest. "Very. Now the pants."

And all sleepy-eyed and thoroughly fucked, her lips still swollen from his mouth. And what she’s wearing—Shaun’s black shirt. It hangs loose on her, barely doing its job. Her legs are on full display, long and bare, the fabric riding just high enough to make it obvious there’s nothing underneath. Huh. Guess there’s a first time for everything. So this is one of them.

hard. I moaned into her mouth, 'Mmmph,' arching as pain and pleasure shot through me. Aaron chuckled darkly behind me. 'That's my girl. Open up for her.' He guided me down, and I sank to my knees on the cool tile, the three of us a tangled mess. Kesha peeled off her tank, revealing a lacy sports bra that did nothing to hide her hard peaks. She shimmied out of her shorts next, no panties...bold. Her pussy was shaved smooth, already glistening.