Jake Andrich Nude Novels & Stories

(FORMER) LUNA CLAIR. “Princess, Amara is on the phone.” Jake’s voice made me turn around from placing dishes in the dishwasher. I was cleaning up after breakfast before we could proceed with our day. My eyes darted to Jake’s perfectly chiseled abs. After all these years, the sight of his nakedness could still send a shiver of pleasure down to my core. Fine, he was not fully naked, but still, he’s really sexy that I could…

“My wolf is not my own yet. I could bite you, hurt you.” “I would welcome your bite, your mark on me. And you’d never hurt me.” Jake pulled the ripped shirt from his body. He knew he was sculped like a swimmer. Narrow hips, strong shoulders. His body was his pride. He unsnapped his jeans, pushed them down, and stood naked in front of Mark. “I’m yours. I always have been.”

I wasn’t insecure about my body, only about the scar that lined my right eyelid, but it provided me with some form of a layer that made me comfortable with Jake seeing me naked for the first time. The bath swished around the confinements, overflowing and spilling to the floor as Jake maneuvered his large torso and long legs around me. I curled my knees up, allowing him more space to get comfortable. I chuckled as his body squeaked against the porcelain. “Don’t.” He scowled at me with a dry smile. His legs were on either side of my small body and my hands fell under the water, softly stroking the strong muscles. Jake gasped under my touch, the sparks were more prevalent under the water. He le

Jeff stretched his long, muscular frame on the sun-warmed dock, the faded tattoos on his forearms catching the light. His broad shoulders flexed as he propped himself up on his elbows, watching Adam...still lean, still dangerous...peel his shirt off before diving into the lake. Marcus emerged from the water moments later, rivulets running down his thick chest, his powerful thighs cutting through the surface with ease. Decades of hard living hadn't softened him. Sarah, sprawled between them, traced the silver in Jeff's scruff. "Remember the first time we all fucked in front of them?" Adam surfaced with a grin, shaking water from his dark hair.

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.”