Erotic Shirt Stories Novels & Stories

Every time he groaned into my mouth, a fresh wave of heat crashed over me. He pulled away for a second, both of us panting, our foreheads pressed together. "The door," I gasped out. "Is it locked?" Elias smirked, a dark, wicked look I’d never seen in the lecture hall. He reached back without looking and turned the heavy brass lock. The Click sounded like a final judgment. "It is now," he said. He moved his hands to the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning it. The shirt fell open, revealing his chest, I couldn't breathe. He was perfect. He took my hands and placed them on his bare skin.

The sheets smelled like us—like sex, sweat, and his cologne—and for a moment I just lay there, feeling the delicious ache between my thighs, the faint throb of the marks he had left on my neck and breasts. Last night had been everything I wanted it to be. Raw. Intense. Perfect. He had taken me apart and put me back together in a way Alex never had, never could. But it still wasn’t enough. Not until Alex saw. I slipped out from under Ethan’s arm as carefully as I could, my bare feet silent on the cool floor. I found Ethan’s shirt on the ground—the one he had worn last night—and pulled it on. It swallowed me, loose and soft against my skin, the hem brushing mid-thigh.

My chest rises and falls as I lie on my back, wanting the world to freeze in this spot. It feels great not to worry about being caught, meeting work expectations, or having to live by the rules of society. Living without that worry is so freeing. I don’t have to explain to anyone why I have two naked men beside me, nor do I have to explain why I’m about to be fucked hard by two men. No one will be there to raise a brow at me or slut shame me. I do whatever I want without guilt.

“I’m the only one getting undressed.” Eric just chuckled, a deep, predatory sound. He reached for his own shirt, tossing it aside to reveal the hard planes of his chest. When he stepped out of his bottoms, leaving him in just his boxers, I couldn't help but stare. The outline hidden underneath was a clear indication that he wasn't just thinking about a shower.

They contacted every last bit of tissue that could be reached without isolating their lips. Carmen lifted the lower part of Erica's shirt. The kiss at long last halted, so the shirt could pass between them. Erica's tits were firm and impeccably formed, no bra needed. She respected them until she needed to lift her arms, so Erica could take off her shirt. No one had at any point stripped her, but Erica did, and she had never thought about a boy unfastening her bra. Erica's hands conveyed the shoulder lashes down her arms. Her cheeks warmed while her nipples raised. Erica grinned.

Really watching her. I reached for the hem of her sleep shirt and lifted it slowly. She raised her arms to help. The fabric slid over her head and off. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her breasts were small and perfect. Her nipples were already hard from the cool air and from the way I was looking at her. I tossed the shirt aside. She crossed her arms over her chest instinctively. “I feel shy,” she whispered. I took her wrists gently and pulled them away. “Don’t hide from me. I want to see you. All of you.”

she whispered. I did. My chest pressed flat against the cool granite, nipples hardening instantly through the thin shirt. She hiked the oversized shirt up over my ass in one quick motion, bunching it at my waist. Cool air hit my bare skin, and then her hands were on me, spreading my legs wider. My feet slid apart on the tile, thighs trembling already.

He demanded through gritted teeth. She didn’t even pretend to fight it. “Please fuck me, Maksim.” He ripped the T-shirt, satisfaction washing over him as the buttons scattered over the snow. Her breasts spilled free, her nipples hard from the cold. He leaned down and captured one in his mouth, sucking it hard enough to bruise while his hand shoved his sweatpants just enough to free his cock. He pressed himself up against her entrance. She was dripping. She had loved the chase just as much as he did. He coated himself with her juices and drove in to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

"You need to wash off all that rain." I took the folded clothes from her hands and walked into her private bathroom, shutting the door tightly behind me. I turned on the shower knob, letting the hot water and steam fill the small room, and stripped off my wet shirt and soaked jeans. I kicked off my shoes, and just as I pulled down my wet boxer briefs, standing completely bare near the tub with my thick, hard cock hanging heavy and fully erect between my legs, the bathroom door clicked open without a knock. Anita poked her head inside to hand me a fresh washcloth she forgot, but her eyes landed straight down on my bare, thick length, and we both froze in complete, breathless shock.

Something dark and victorious moved through his expression. He stepped back only far enough to shrug out of the waistcoat and start on the buttons of his shirt. I watched the progressive reveal of his chest with a hunger I no longer tried to disguise. When the shirt joined the jacket on the floor I reached for his belt. He allowed it, standing still while I worked the leather open and dragged the zipper down. The hard length of him strained against the dark fabric of his underwear. I cupped him through it and felt the controlled shudder that ran through his body.