Elliot Norris Nude Novels & Stories

He opens the door with his snout and goes inside. I close the door behind me and when I turn around, Elliot is standing in front of me, naked. I can't help but admire his godlike body, with its shapely muscles and satiny skin. My eyes travel down to his already hard member and I swallow as I see his size, suddenly nervous.

Elliot grabs my hand and quickly pulls me up, walking with me to the bathroom and locking the door as one of the guys starts grunting when he wakes up. "I hope they showered last night," he mumbles, stretching to turn on the shower. I strip off my clothes while Elliot brushes his teeth and I reach over for mouthwash. When I'm done he's already naked and stepping into the shower. I've never seen his naked body like this; with time, without being angry, with perfect lighting and a considerable distance to admire it.

Now, I could not blame him for nagging. If I were in his shoes, I would probably have had a fit. The caption beneath the picture was worse. It made me recoil as if slapped. It read, DRUNKEN TOP MODEL, ZORA WALTERS CAUGHT ON CAMERA WITH HER EX, ELLIOT GARRETT AT A BAR.

I thought less of it. Elliot seemed to be amazed as he watched me undress. I could tell that it was already standing. I was nervous and my heart couldn't stop thudding. My hands were even shaking.. I went inside the blankets naked and watched Elliot undress. I was ashamed to say— It wasn't as big as William's

"Elliot, don't come in." I was frozen in my place and was not able to finish that sentence when the door to the bathroom opened, revealing a very hot Elliot in front of me wearing nothing but his boxers. He flashed me his devilish grin, and I couldn't help but swoon at the sight in front of me. I clutched the towel tightly in my hand, making sure it didn't fall off because Elliot Allister would see the naked me. And I am so not ready for that. "What's taking you so long, sweetheart?"

Her swollen, open pussy lips glistened under the red light; a thick, transparent thread dripped slowly down the inside of her left thigh, leaving a sticky trail that dripped onto the leather. Elias was still wearing his gray work t-shirt, stained with grease on the back and soaked with sweat under the armpits. His jeans were open just enough to free his hard cock—red, veins bulging, the head already slick with pre-cum. His boxer briefs were bunched around his right thigh like a dirty flag of surrender. He hadn’t bothered to take off anything else. Not even his worn sneakers. “Open that ass wider for me, Nora,” he growled, voice hoarse, spitting the words. “I want to see everything. Everythin

Near the kitchen counter sat a ruined camera frame and a crushed drone, blinking weakly with green lights against the baseboard. Then, I saw him. Elliot sat against the lower cabinets, his bare back pressed flat against the wood. He was shivering, long legs drawn up to his chest, skin glowing wet under the blue city shadow. He wore nothing but my black T-shirt, the cotton soaked through with a thick, clear sheen of heat sweat that made the fabric stick to his ribs. His fingers were white where gripping his ankles, head resting back against the counter as his chest heaved for air.

Elliot commands, his rough fingers squeezing my wrists tight. I am forced to stand there, completely exposed from the waist up. My nipples are already hard, swelling and peaking in the cool air, completely giving away how aroused I am. Mateo strips the rest of the torn dress down past my hips, letting it pool around my ankles. I step out of my heels, standing completely naked on the cold marble floor.

"You're really stubborn." With that, he grabbed the tablet from the bodyguard's hand and played a video. "Mr. Bauer, last night your son slept with me. I recorded it. If you don't want his scandal to hit the headlines tomorrow, pay me this amount." The video showed a woman threatening Elliot for money with the footage. Elliot swiped the tablet again, and another video popped up. It was the very night Lewis had believed he had slept with me. In the video, he was in bed with that woman, shouting my name as they tangled together.

Elliott moved with a heavy, deliberate softness, his lips pressing against Noah’s as if he were memorizing the rhythm of his breath. Noah melted into him, his fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of Elliott's neck, pulling him closer until there was no air left between them. *** Two miles away, the blue glow of a laptop screen reflected in Sebastian’s eyes. The room was silent except for the frantic clicking of his mouse. On the screen, the Black Halo Elite app was open. Sebastian scrolled through the "Legend" gallery. There were dozens of photos. Noah under the strobes. Noah with his head thrown back in a laugh that looked perfect for a client.