Finn Cole Nude Novels & Stories

While sucking on my finger, the door opens and Kole Powers strides in, shocked, I take my fingers out of my mouth to glare at him “What are you doing here?“ I ask as his eyes roams my body slowly and sensual. Without my jacket and pants on, I am next to naked. I only have on a pair of blue thongs and I am braless in a skimpy red tops that barely covers my boobs or the outline of my nipple piercings. “What do you mean what am I doing here?, when I saved your sorry ass” Kole says as he walks further into the small room with the same energy he had in the car when we were on the run, that same aura that has my pussy wet and hungry for cock.

Electricity arced between our lips, mending fractures in my soul I'd forgotten existed. Finn's POV "Alpha, you seen this shit?" Cole shoved a tablet at me. The screen flashed footage of my half-brother locking lips with a woman in a packed crowd, his hand possessively gripping her waist. I kept my face an expressionless mask, though my knuckles whitened around the edge of the seat. "Word is," Cole drawled, swerving the limo through smoke-choked streets, "while you've been… preoccupied - pretty boy's been strutting in your suits, cruising your ride, entertaining your..."

He paused at the foot of the bed and cast Emily a brooding stare before he walked over to the chair by the window shrugging off his waistcoat, he draped it on it, and then he was pulling off his hessian boots. Cole yanked on his shirt and pulled it off from his breeches. He considered pulling off the shirt from his body entirely, but then he remembered Emily, and he wanted to preserve her modesty, but then on a second thought pulled off the shirt entirely, revealing a well-toned stomach and a muscular chest. If he had been staying alone, he would have removed all his clothes until he was left in nothing. He liked to sleep in the nude on most occasion but seeing that he was with Emily, he had

Then he looked down into Nora’s eyes and saw the misery there and he knew why Cole was giving the little sub another chance to speak out. She shook her head and Cole’s gaze hardened. “Take off your top,” he ordered. She was wearing a loose, sleeveless top and short skirt. Nora gaped at Cole, her jaw dropping open. From what Damien knew, this particular sub wasn’t comfortable being naked. But she pulled off her top without a word, revealing a lacy, red bra. Far racier lingerie than Damien had assumed would be underneath her rather modest clothing. “And the bra, Nora.” She hesitated for a long moment.

Cole smiled at the end of his sentence and closed his eyes. Suddenly, Corinne's expression turned cold, and she took out her phone. She tapped on the camera app, switched it to video record, and aimed it right at Cole's face. She then made a point to speak seductively, "Mister Cole, who told you that I'm good in bed? Cole licked his lips and rubbed his hands together. "You don't need to worry about that. Just take off your clothes! I can't wait to see my sweet little baby's beautiful body."

I don't want it to. I pick up my phone again, ready to move on to the next photo. This one is a little merciful, in the fact that it doesn't cause another pause of my heart. It's basically Cole, his tongue poked out with a crazy grin on his face, with Jude in the background, uh, with his middle finger on display. This time he's thankfully dressed, but in a sleeveless undershirt. Cole is standing behind the couch that he is sat on, so that I can just see his back and I of course recognise his hair.

But it’s when I hear Cole’s moan, something that makes my cock stir in my pants, that I push the door open even further. Sitting on his bed, Cole is naked, his huge, hard cock in his hands, lube and tissues beside him. And on his TV is porn, like I knew it would be. But it’s not straight porn, like I had expected. It’s gay porn. Cole’s jacking off to gay porn.

Arc 8: The Pool Boy He's been in my backyard for forty minutes and my panties have been useless for thirty-nine of them. Cole. Twenty-three. Arms that look like God personally designed them to make women stupid. He's shirtless today, low shorts hanging off his hips, and every time he reaches across the pool the muscles in his back shift and pull and I'm standing at my bedroom window with one hand pressed flat against the glass and the other sliding down the front of my underwear because I cannot help myself anymore.

I kicked them off, standing completely naked in the dim barn, my pussy dripping with juice. Cole stepped back for a moment, his eyes raking over me like a starving man. “Look at you… bare and dripping for a dirty ranch hand.” He unbuckled his belt slowly and his jeans and boxers dropped, revealing thick, long, and veined cock, the heavy head already glistening with precum. It curved slightly upward, it was so perfect for hitting deep. I reached for him, wrapping my fingers around the hot, throbbing length. He was so big my hand barely closed around him then I stroked firmly, twisting my wrist at the head, making him groan. “Fuck, Elizabeth. Your hand feels too good.”

I heard Natalie’s voice and I let out a soft sigh. “ An important call just arrived, Alaris,” Natalie told Alaris in a tone I’d never heard her use before. I felt gentle strokes on my hair and turned my head away slowly at the ticklish hot breath on my face. “ I will be back.” I gulped at his husky voice and my fingers curled into fists by my side as I tried to get my body under control. “Fuck.” I cursed and looked away immediately when my innocent eyes met his bare buttocks. I can’t believe he’s been standing here beside me shamelessly naked all this while with me also fucking naked.