Erin Ryder Nude Novels & Stories

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, smoothing my oversized sleep shirt down my thighs. Just then, a knock came at the door. Soft, but firm. I froze for a second. Delaney would have spoken by now, laughing or teasing. This knock felt different. I walked over and opened the door. Ryder stood there. He wore nothing on top. His broad shoulders and chest were bare, skin still warm from sleep or the shower, muscles defined in the soft morning light coming through the hallway window. A faint line of dark hair trailed down the center of his stomach and disappeared into the waistband of his gray shorts. The fabric sat low on his hips, and even through the material I could see the c

What I saw when I opened the door had me stop in my tracks. At the far end of the room, Ryker was laying on a bench as he pushed a bar with weights from his chest. Drawn to the sight of his body constricting under each rep, I stood where I was to admire him. He was dressed in only a pair of gym shorts, with his upper body bare. He also had earbuds in his ear, so I doubt he heard me enter.

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

But my eyes looked different, sharper and hungrier. I stepped out. Ryder was already back, standing by the bed with a small ceramic jug of coffee and two mugs. He’d put on a black T-shirt, but it clung to his damp skin, outlining every ridge of muscle. The trousers were still low on his hips. He looked at me. For one long second his gaze didn’t move, just swept down my body, lingering on the way the shirt draped over my breasts, the hard peaks pressing against the cotton, the rolled waistband of his pants sitting low on my hips.

he said, striding towards the entrance. Ryder, Aiden's cousin, was a vision of chiseled perfection. His dark hair was styled in a messy, effortless manner, framing his sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through to the soul. His broad shoulders and athletic build were evident even under his tailored shirt, a testament to his dedication to his work as a gym instructor. A small tattoo of a Greek omega symbol adorned his left bicep, adding a touch of ruggedness to his otherwise polished demeanor.

she was shirtless with only her bra and underwear straddling Ryder on her bed, with moan and kisses. Damn. Ryder was equally shirtless and down to his boxer and very much clueless to the storm waiting to descend on the both of them. Fucking hell.

His tortured voice called out. "Okay come in." Holly said as she sunk her body in deep into the bath, grateful that her bath water was too clouded for him to see anything. Ryder walked in wearing only a pair of boxer briefs and Holly's jaw dropped. She could see the muscles of his back clearly outlined and there was a little tattoo peeking out of under his shoulder blades. It seemed to be a word or is it a bird or something. Holly had seen all of Ryder before but that was when she was having sex with him and everything was in a heated sexual frenzy.

“You’re awfully demanding tonight, baby. If you’re not careful, that’s going to cost you tomorrow.” I shrug, but excitement races through my veins, pulses between my legs. I would never have considered myself a glutton for punishment, but the way Ryder dishes out pain, it feels awfully sweet going down. But he does as I ask, and shrugs off his tight black T-shirt. Every time I see him exposed, I want to swallow my tongue. Without another word, he stands and unfastens his jeans, then slides them down his hips, taking his boxer briefs with them. Slim hips, jutting hipbones and a dark cluster of pubic hair reveal themselves before his cock springs free. I blink.

“Take everything off, little secret. You stay naked for us all day.” Zeeyah’s heart raced, but she didn’t argue. She peeled off her thin tank top and shorts, letting them drop to the ground. The warm breeze kissed her bare skin, making her nipples tighten instantly. All three brothers watched with dark, hungry eyes as they stripped down too — their big, muscled bodies on full display, cocks already half-hard. Ryder took her hand first and led her into the shallow end. “Come here, baby.” He pulled her onto one of the floating loungers, laying her back so the sun warmed her front. The lounger rocked gently as he climbed on top of her, his heavy body pressing her down. His thick cock nudged her

I first downed a glass of water before pouring some cereal and milk into a bowl. I settled on a stool and munched happily away. I washed the used plate and kept it away when I was done. My body hummed with satisfaction from the midnight snack. “Do you do this every night?” A deep husky voice asked. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I turned towards the sound and lost all train of thought. Ryder was shirtless and his pajama pants hung low on his hips. My mouth watered at his well-defined chest, rock-hard abs and muscular arms. His hair was tousled just enough to be considered sexy.