Garrett Clayton Nude Novels & Stories

She shot me a sultry look, but her eyes darted to Clara, venom lacing her smirk. I stripped efficiently—linen shorts gone, shirt already open—down to black boxer briefs that did nothing to hide my throbbing erection, the outline thick and veined against the fabric. My gaze locked on Clara, who hesitated at the edge of the circle, her sundress still on. "Strip, little sis," I commanded low, voice rough with hunger. The group chanted "Off! Off!" Tessa grabbed the hem, yanking it up playfully. "C'mon, Clara—show us what Nolan's been hiding." Clara flushed deep red but complied, peeling the dress over her head to reveal a simple white bikini set—innocent, but fuck, it hugged her curves like sin.

"Show her how you've been spending your afternoons." Garrett shed his clothes with a frantic efficiency. His frame was massive compared to Camille's, and as he stepped up behind her, he placed his heavy hands on her shoulder blades, pinning her slightly to the bed. He guided himself to her heat and drove forward. The impact was audible-a heavy, wet thud of skin hitting skin. Camille gasped, her head snapping back, her hair spilling over her shoulders as he began a deep, rhythmic drive into her.

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—”

“Really?” Chance shrugged. “You said you had a temper.” Even when Jaxon switched his attention back to Garrett, Chance didn’t let go. “What can I help you with?” Jaxon sounded so damn calm. Garrett snorted. With his blond hair pulled back away from his face and muscles flexing on the crowd’s behalf, Garrett was getting more than his fair share of looks from the other men in the club. If only they knew how ugly Garrett was on the inside, Chance thought bitterly. “You can get the fuck out of my way. This has nothing to do with you.”

This is not the first time that I've seen him naked, but that doesn't mean I don't feel uneasy anymore. "What the hell? Can you at least wear a shirt, Garren?" Claudette voiced out what I wanted to say. "Shut up," he chided. The youngest rolled her eyes. "You never changed. You still have no shame." Garren didn't respond to his sister. After he got two bottles of mineral water from the fridge, he left the kitchen right away, much to my delight. I let out a sigh of relief. Out of the blue, his naked appearance appeared in my mind. Garren, with his messy hair... is undeniably sexy.

“I said clothes off!” Garret made a step backward to hastily remove all of his clothes. His tight muscles attracted my eyes at his every move until he was left only with his sneakers. I stared at his manhood with a satisfied smile and made sure he saw me gazing. Like I was making an exercise, I lifted both of my legs, outstretched and pressed together, and waited for his to undress me. He pushed my sneakers away from my feet, letting them roll on the floor. His cool palms made me shiver as he slid them on my ankles, then to my knees, and up to my waist. Tugging at my pants, he swiftly removed them too.

I said, and he looked at me like he half-expected that. Good. Because that was the only rational thought I had left. Everything else was her skin. That ass. That perfectly rounded ass my hand itched to hold. Clayton nodded stiffly. “Sure.” Then he popped open the door and, as he slid out, he muttered a “Goodnight” before shutting the door and striding off. I exhaled slowly and ran a hand over my face, trying to shake off the lingering image, but it only made the heat rise faster, settling into an ache in my pants.

Half worried and half curious. "Yes, he is aggressive but he will never hurt his mate, you can trust him". Said Skyler. Clara thought about it and then she nodded. "Let him out, I'd like to meet him too. She smiled. Her eyes brimmed with curiosity and affection. Skyler started to take off his clothes in front of Clara, making her blush from embarrassment. She tried to turn away but she found herself staring shamelessly at his body and oh, there was a tattoo at the right side of his chest. She hadn't seen it before as this was the first time she was seeing him unclothed in front of her. Her eyes traveled down to the tight stomach muscles, reaching the v lines that disappeared inside his pants

Blake said and departed to the bathroom. Tabitha looked toward the closing door, quickly grabbed Claire’s hand, and led her to her room next to the bathroom. All she did was point at a small hole in the wall and giggle. Claire walked up to the hole and peeked through. There she saw the incredible sight in her life. Blake was nude and was about to get into the shower. His physique was flawless, and his male member was the longest and thickest she had seen. It wasn’t even erect, and she could only imagine the pleasure she would receive when she gave herself to him. Claire looked at Tabitha and smiled, motioning her to have a look as well. Tabitha blushed but also peeked at Blake from the hole.

Screaming out his name as I ride wave after wave of my orgasm whilst Garrett’s fingers never stop, and my legs almost give out on me when I finally come down from the height of that intense pleasure. “Holy shit, that was incredible,” I say trying to catch my breath as Garrett starts to take his jersey off to reveal a body that looks like it’s been carved out of stone. Abs that look like they go on for days, toned and chiseled defined abs that look so lickable. And that deep v that leads to the promised lands. I can’t wait to see exactly where they lead to. If his fingers can make me feel like that then I can’t wait to see how skillful his mouth and cock truly is.