Javier Bardem Nude Novels & Stories

I heard Javier chuckle at my action and then he put his hands on my chest and let the towel on me loose and it fell to the ground. I covered my chest as soon as my arms were free, but that only made Javier chuckle. To say i was a bit self conscious in front of Javier would be an understatement. He sleeps with a lot of women and they are usually models and actors with perfect curves. I was petite with a below average breast size and moderate curves which i rarely flaunt. And on top of that my biggest flaw was my baby face. "Having doubts?" Javier asked gently as he leaned to touch his fore head to mine.

He quickly soothed the sting with his gentle tongue, flicking it gently over her nipple. It's so much, almost too much, as he stared at Celina, who was a mixture of needy and content, as she laid there, letting him stare and memorise every plane of her body. He could feel his arousal coiled tightly in the base of his stomach, thrumming in his veins and pressing at the fabric of his pants. Unable to bear it any longer, he pulled back and unbuttoned his pants, sliding them off his legs. Javier stood in all his naked glory; his cock slapped against his stomach, the angry vein prominent and pre-come leaking at the tip.

I wanted to bang the iPhone against the bed while I waited, I was so anxious to see what he had sent. The photo didn’t disappoint. Javier was naked, wearing only a white hard hat, leaning against the exposed studs of an interior wall. The floor in front of him was concrete, and I could see conduit pulled through to an electrical box behind him. The hat was tipped back on his head, and the smile that played on his lips was one of pure sensuality.

“Of course. No women’s clothes. Not that I’d wear them if he had them… not if they belonged to someone else.” Still, I slipped it on, the fabric swallowing me whole, brushing my thighs like a second skin. Too big. Too him. When I walked back into the main room, towel in hand, I stopped short. Javier was on the phone, pacing. Shirtless. Barefoot. His voice low, clipped, sharp in a way that reminded me just how dangerous he was when he wasn’t teasing me. His back was to me, muscles shifting with every step, his tone carrying enough weight that whoever was on the other end knew better than to argue.

Aria whispered. “Yes, Zarya.” He breathed. She stood and walked to him. “Maddie says it’s traditional for us to undress each other.” Aria pulled his shirt off. His chest was toned and she traced her fingers over the curves of his muscles. She unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, then drew them down along with his boxers. Jeremiah stepped out and she moved them aside. Standing back, she looked at his nude body. He was tanned all over and beautiful. Like most desire demons, he didn’t have much body hair and was smooth almost everywhere. Jeremiah watched her eyes as they took him in and felt himself getting hard from her attention.

He smirked. After finishing his cigarette, Javier walked to his modern stereo system and slipped in an old Beatles DVD. Elizabeth stirred and sat up. Her hard pink nipples tipped into peach-coloured, quarter-sized areolas, and she stretched, thrusting her breasts out further. "Come, my love. I want to forget the bitch!" She blinked when she saw him just standing there looking at her in a daze. Her silent questions didn’t escape him, husky voice, which went with a lush body. The prospect of fucking her grew more appealing by the second.

My heart nearly lurched clean out of my chest. Javier was already there. He stood in the dark mouth of the kitchen doorway, perfectly still, watching me with an intensity that offered nothing away. And—far worse—he was shirtless. He wore only a pair of thin cotton sleep trousers, leaving his broad chest fully exposed: the wide, sculpted plane of it, the firm ridges of his abdomen, the clean lines of a body honed by discipline and kept in ruthless condition.

I didn't know he was on his knees too. I scoot up to Javier and undo his pants. He lifts himself a little so I can slide them down, then the same with the boxers. This thirty year old man is now completely naked in front of me, and Liam. His large shaft is already hard, but what I notice is that below it is covered in dark hair. It's a little surprising considering his chest is baby smooth. I run my hands over his thighs and his shaft. I know he likes me teasing, but I guess he wants me to hurry up, so I put it in my mouth and start sucking.

he asked as we approached Ivan’s door. “Don’t worry about it,” I said and gave him a warm smile. “You sure?” he persisted. I nodded. “Alright then, let’s go see what Ivan has in store for us,” Javier said and pushed open the door. Ivan was standing right before us, stark naked. My hands flew to my mouth as my eyebrows shot up. “My turn!” he said fixing me with a sexy smile. Javier shook his head smiling, “You cheeky bastard, you just can’t keep it in your pants, can you?”