Jake Andrich Nude Novels & Stories

"You taste even better than I imagined." Laura's chest heaved. She felt embarrassed, guilty, but so turned on. "We have to stop. Your father could walk in at any second." Instead of answering, Jake stood up and pulled off his shirt. His body was young and strong, muscles tight. He pushed down his shorts. His cock sprang out, thick, long, and rock hard. Laura's eyes widened. It was bigger than her husband's. "Jake..." she whispered, but her legs stayed open.

It fell swiftly to the floor, the warm ocean breeze blowing across my now exposed nipples. Running his hands over my abdomen, Jake moved his hands down to my bikini bottom. He ran his hand down the front of my bikini, focusing his fingers right over my core. He tugged down on both sides, allowing the bottoms to fall to the floor. In other situations, I may feel self-conscious, especially being naked on a boat. But in this moment, I did not care.

There they were, shadows stepping into the light, Jake in board shorts, shirtless, that V-cut abs glistening already; Ryan in swim trunks, towel over his shoulder, his tattoos stark against tanned muscle. They froze, eyes devouring me. 'Holy fuck, Soph,' Jake growled, dropping his towel. 'Look at you, all bare and wet for us.' Ryan smirked, stripping his trunks off, his long cock half-hard and swinging. 'Told you she'd be ready. Get out here, baby. Time to play.'

Nancy stammered. “Getting married so early is complicated,” Jake commented on his wife's words. “At 16 I was trying to join the police, so I basically wasn’t running around with a girl in the middle of the road on a Saturday morning running away from her parents.” He was very specific with his comment. Jake always had this hint of acid humor in his words “Well, I remember getting naked at a party when I was a teenager,” Jason added as he scratched his chin looking embarrassed. I looked at him with a furrowed brow. “What do you mean you were naked at a party?” I asked him, dumbfounded. I had known this man for years, but I had never heard his story about him getting naked at a party.

"Please, sir. I need you to touch me." Jake's voice was low and commanding. "On your knees." Sophia scrambled off the bed, her heart racing as she watched Jake slowly undress. His tanned, muscular body came into view inch by tantalizing inch. She licked her lips unconsciously. "Like what you see, little one?" Jake smirked, his surfer drawl more pronounced. Sophia nodded eagerly, settling onto her knees on the floor. The cool air raised goosebumps on her bare skin. Jake stood before her, fully nude and aroused. "Open that pretty mouth for me."

He latched her door, so Lippy couldn’t pop in and catch a glimpse of something it wasn’t his business to see. “Lippy will eye the girls,” Jake said—no news to Lorena. “I wisht it was a bigger tub,” he said. “We could have us a wash together.” Lorena had never heard of such a thing. It surprised her how coolly Jake stripped off for his wash. Like all men who weren’t pure gamblers, he was burned brown on his face and neck and hands, and was fish-white on the rest of his body.

he said, voice low and gravelly, taking my hand in his. His palm was calloused from the garage work, warm against my skin as he led me out of the kitchen, into the sitting room. Jake sank down onto the couch, stretching out on his back with his head propped against the armrest. His jeans was still on but the bulge was obvious, stirring back to life as he looked up at me, standing there naked. “Get over here,” he commanded, patting his chest. “Lay on me, ass to my face, so I can taste that sweet pussy again and your mouth on my cock…suck it like you mean it.”

Emily lay stretched out on her lounge chair by the pool. Her bikini straps were tugged low, and her sunglasses were shading her eyes. She wasn’t really here for the swim. She was here for him. Jake, the lifeguard. He looked like something out of a wet dream. He was tall, tan, and built like his body had been sculpted just to torment women. She loved watching water drip down his chest as he stepped out of the pool after a dive check. His red shorts would cling to his thighs, revealing a lovely, proud outline of his cock.

Maybe I should try to strip down more often around you if the memory of me nude is permanently etched in your brain," Jannis said with a sly grin, her body arching in an expression of pleasure at the admission. Since we're both confined to this small bed, her tone is slightly flirtatious as she winks playfully. Why not just be comfortable?" Upon hearing her announcement, Jake has a little rush of joy, which he attempts to conceal. "That prank was about three years ago," you said, "so I guess I'll have to take another look at your nude body. You might have changed a lot since then." Jannis bursts into a vigorous chuckle, evidently delighted by Jake's effort to appear carefree. "Oh, please! I

She almost missed him. Jake was on the back patio, sprawled in one of the lounge chairs by the pool, a bottle of whiskey dangling from his fingers. He wore only loose black boxer briefs, the rest of him bare and bathed in moonlight. His head was tipped back, eyes closed, throat working as he took a slow pull from the bottle. Emma froze in the doorway. He sensed her anyway. His eyes opened, finding her instantly in the dark. For a long moment, he just stared her in nothing but an oversized T-shirt that barely skimmed her thighs, him nearly naked and devastatingly beautiful.