Novel & Cerita Ezra Miller Shirtless

My mouth goes dry at the sight of them because apparently they all got the same memo about clothing being optional tonight. Corrian's in nothing but a pair of low-slung grey boxers that do absolutely nothing to hide the impressive bulge straining against the fabric. Ezra's completely naked, his massive cock already half-hard and making my core clench with want. Leo's in black boxer briefs that might as well be painted on for all they're hiding, and River, River's wrapped in a towel that's barely clinging to his hips and looks like it might fall off if he breathes too hard.

She asked with her trembling voice. "100 copies of the posters where EROS MILLER STOOD TALL IN FRONT OF Y/N WITH HIS WET SHIRT STICKING ON TO HIS BODY LIKE A GLUE MAKING HIS ABS PROMINENT AND CLEAR TO WATCH." I yelled in excitement to which she flinched, I can see in my peripheral vision that all the students around me being utterly shocked with a few gasps as a bonus, but do I care? Fucking no. All I want is Miller's pic.

Eliana teased making my eyes widen as I saw a shirtless man on the screen. “Wait, what?”

A few seconds later, the door clicks open. And… I stare. I stare like an idiot. Ezra stands in the doorway, shirtless, a white dress shirt dangling from his fingers like an afterthought. Black slacks hang low on his hips, the faint line of muscle disappearing into the waistband. His skin gleams under the soft light, every inch of him carved, hard, real. And those abs. One. Two. Three… God. Eight. I snap my gaze up, heat flooding my face, but it’s too late. I saw everything. Every defined line, every shadow.

I turned to face him, my eyes wide with fear and the sight before me only made my mouth drop. Eleazar was shirtless, his toned abs dripping with water. My eyes ran from his chest to his broad shoulder, and just on his collar bone, small tattoo shone against his toned skin, I squinted my eyes to read it but his other hand on my waist pulled me closer making me gasp while his other hand lifted my chin forcing me to face him.

Ezra said simply, his focus returning to me as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear before leaning back, his hands behind him holding his weight up. “Haven?” James asked me curiously, his eyes roaming over me and noting that the shirt I wore was a mens shirt. I remembered in a sleep fogged part of my brain that I had stirred in my sleep and took off my long sleeve shirt and bra due to discomfort and pulled on Ezra’s shirt before falling back asleep. My cheeks heated at the memory, hoping that Ezra was sound asleep at the time. I looked at James and nodded slowly.

I am so going to beat him this time ,you Maxwell just pray you didn't come in front of me soon otherwise this is going to be your last day. i am in a extra-large grey men's shirt and it won't take a genius to know whose shirt is this! With white shorts ,he changed my pants too ,I am back to taking deep breaths to control myself no wonder I felt so free to move around but what I dread the most is ,I hold my shirt forward to look inside confirming my doubt , I don't have a bra on... That's it I can't take this shit anymore

Mila exclaimed happily. "Maybe I can be nice sometimes." “I will forget the fact that you are an assassin. Have you ever thought about becoming a normal man?” "I'm a normal guy," Ezra said as he sat down on the sofa. "You doubt my normalcy?" Ezra's eyes rolled down to Mila's stomach which was hidden behind a loose T-shirt that read Rock n' Roll. It was Ezra's old T-shirt which happened to be still in the wardrobe at home. "What? You pervert.” Mila threw a sofa cushion at Ezra's face, and it hit the spot. Her face flushed at the obscene teasing Ezra aimed at her.

Ezra’s breath caught in his throat as he stared at his Alpha. Alpha Cage glowered as he drew closer. “I do not give the same order twice” he said icily and Ezra nodded as he reached for the button of his shirt. Undoing it slowly, one by one until they were all done. He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders, standing in only his uniform pants as the Alpha's eyes raked over his exposed chest. His nipples hardened under his gaze and he tried to wrap his arms around himself. “Don’t…” Alpha Cage's voice stopped him and he dropped his hands.

"I'm so glad you could come." Ezra had cropped his hair short from the ends and it was growing on the top. He wore a simple white t-shirt over ripped denim jeans. He looked so much like Jack, yet the two brothers were different. My heart sank whenever I looked at Ezra because it kept reminding me of him. "Of course, I would," I said. "Did you notice my new dress?" "Yeah, you're looking so beautiful." He said barely even looking at my outfit or me, "I'm kinda blinded by all that glitter."