Ezra Miller Shirtless Novels & Stories

I felt his arousal, thick and undeniable, rub against me. “F*ck,” he growled, pulling away just enough to breathe. “I’ve wanted this since the night you walked into that house.” I blinked, dazed. “You’re serious?” He ran his knuckles down my throat, over my chest, stopping at the edge of my tank top. “Serious enough to lose sleep over it.” Then the door creaked. We froze. And in walked Ezra. He stopped short. And stared. His chest rose and fell. His damp hair was tousled from the rain, and a drop slid down his temple. He was shirtless again, wearing only low-slung sweatpants. And the way he looked at us—no shock, no anger—just…heat.

He was in an awful state as he wove about in front of her, clutching the door frame to keep upright. Daylight seemed to have an adverse effect on him as he screwed his eyes up. The miserably grey day was burning up his retinas, and he peered out at her from sleepy eyes. Millie gazed up at him. She noticed that even though he seemed worse for wear, he still had the looks of a GQ model. Dressed in an unbuttoned hyacinth blue shirt and jeans, the top button still unfastened. Millie was privy to a full set of hardened abs and the top of his obliques. The golden tan was not out of a spray can, it was more Indian Ocean island. His long sun bleached hair had half escaped from the baby pink elastic

He said and then walked out of the room. …………. The first thing Annie noticed when she opened the door was Eric standing in front of her, shirtless. She swallowed painfully as she took in his physique. He was perfect, she had seen him display his perfectly toned six-pack in the magazines she used to read when he was a model and seeing him shirtless in real life was a dream come true. She couldn’t believe it was all hers to devour. Annie was lost in her dreamland but she was more than happy when he came back with his shirt for her to wear which was so thoughtful of him.

“Here. Wear this.” Milo peeled out of his travel clothes sluggishly, exhaustion written across his face. Ethan helped, steady hands easing the shirt over Milo’s head. The sight that greeted him nearly knocked the air from his lungs. Milo stood there in nothing but the oversized tee, hem brushing his thighs, hair mussed and eyelids heavy. It hit Ethan like a punch to the gut. He had to cover his mouth with his hand, telling himself 'no' over and over. Milo was tired. He needed rest.

I followed suit almost immediately. There is something very striking about Ezra. His presence alone gives me shivers,maybe because I feel he hates me a lot. However, he is a handsome dude, as is his brother as well. I guess they might have gotten that from their mother. His physique is more built than that of his brother, and for some reason, he likes to show it off. Most times I have seen him, he would be in a tight black or white polo with his abs clearly printed out for us to see. Other servants would go to a corner to watch and profess how hot he looked. I have tried so much to avoid him, and today it seems that I have fallen for his plans.

She shut her mouth and followed him out of the mansion. Ezra secured the gate as they exited. The cold night breeze brushed against Violet's delicate white skin, causing her to wrap her arms around herself. "Are you cold?" Ezra inquired, placing a hand on her shoulder. She turned to him and nodded in response. Wearing only a plain black shirt, he didn't want her to feel chilly. So, he began to remove his shirt. "No, I don't want your clothes; it's cold," Violet protested, attempting to stop him. Nevertheless, he persisted, and in an instant, he stood shirtless before her. She gulped as her eyes settled on his stunning, perfectly tanned chest with throbbing veins.

We entered what appeared to be a bathroom, but it was a lot bigger and also decorated in dark blues. Ezra’s hand slipped from mine as he moved to stand in front of me. He gripped my shoulders and turned me to face a floor-length mirror. I swallowed when his hands slid down my arms, all the way down to the hem of the shirt I wore. Our eyes locked in the mirror. I realized with surprise that he was waiting for my permission to remove the shirt. I hesitated, but slowly raised my arms. Instead of dropping his eyes to look at my naked body he exposed, Ezra kept his eyes locked with mine up until he pulled the shirt over my head and dropped it to the floor at our feet.

Ezra found the buttons of his shirt particularly hard to undo and so Riven helped him with it, by kindly tearing off the annoying shirt. "Hey!" Ezra couldn't help glaring at him. That shirt cost a lot and this fellow just ruined it like that! "Relax. I can replace it with a thousand better ones." Riven said with an unapologetic tone, "What I know is, that shirt doesn't deserve you gracing it with your gorgeous body," "Yeah, I absolutely agree. Look how happy your nipples are to be denuded of that eyesore of a shirt," Lucien contributed. If he weren't in heat, Ezra would have definitely rolled his eyes and emitted a scoff. He would have burned to the ground in embarrassment while throwing cur

She monitored when Ezra will be coming down the stairs from his room. **************** EZRA'S POV I put on my brown track trousers with a blue romeo shirt, and I took my jacket by hand. I moved towards the little refrigerator in my room and took out a cold drink. As I came down from my room upstairs, I was so shocked to see Chelsea in my house, and she was stark naked. I looked at her and looked at my door. I thought I locked the door or maybe I didn't, can't remember. "Chelsea, what is this?