Jean Bruce Scott Nude Novels & Stories

I stood in the crease of the door and my body froze. It wasn’t a fountain. It was the shower—Scott’s shower. From my vantage point, I saw him perfectly—every inch of him. He was leaning against the side wall of the shower, water rippling off his chiseled body. His eyes were closed and his chest was rising as he soaped up his rippling muscles. He turned slightly and I saw his full package, and I nearly let out a gasp at the sight. Though I’d felt him inside me before, I hadn’t ever just seen him in all his naked glory.

"It's been a long day. Don't you—don't you need to go home so you can rest in bed instead. It'd be more comfortable…" Scott's senses sprang into life and just for a moment he allowed himself the fantasy. He knew that she wasn’t offering her bed, but that didn’t stop him imagining it. In his mind, he laid her down on a big bed, then slowly took off her clothes, picturing the lush perfection of her body clothed in nothing but silk and lace. The secret curves and shadows hidden by outrageous items of underwear. He would not remove them, not at first. He would allow his eyes to feast before his lips and his fingers and…

"I'm a whole 'package deal'. You don't need all that. You should be out meeting women who aren't so tied down." Scott couldn't stop the smirk as the image of a nude Jackie tied to the posts of a bed flashed through his mind. She must have realized it because she blushed bright red. He gave in to the temptation to tease her just a little. "I've met my share of women, Jackie. Women who don't mind being tied down."

I stood there completely naked in front of him, skin flushed, nipples already hard. Bruce watched every second, his gaze dark and hungry. He started undressing too….shirt unbuttoned and tossed aside, revealing a strong, toned chest and defined abs. Pants and boxers followed, and his thick, hard cock sprang free, heavy and leaking at the tip. He was gorgeous everywhere. He stepped forward, took my hand, and led me to the large bed. He sat me down on the edge, then stood between my legs for a moment, just looking at me.

In just a few minutes, the whole buttons were completely opened and she stood before me, barely clad, with her bra in full view and her full round boobs almost spilling out of her bra. “Or better yet, why don’t you take it off yourself,” she let out in a tiny whisper, moving her hands on her body in a sensuous manner. My eyes darkened in lust, I could feel Scott struggling to break out, it is so fucking hard to look away, I just couldn’t do it. She’s pushing me beyond my limit, she’s really getting on my nerves. Damn,

"I'm not dating Hudson. I don't want him, Bruce. I want you!" I heard the words right after they left my mouth, and I knew I sounded completely insane, but I didn't care. Bruce froze. His eyes turned entirely dark with pure lust. "Take off your clothes," he ordered. I didn't hesitate for a single second. I let my clothes drop to the floor until I was standing completely naked in front of him. I looked up at him, my body shivering. He walked over and gripped my jaw tightly, staring me straight in the eye. "Get on the bed and arch your back."

Why the fuck do I care about her comfort—she was living comfortably as Evangeline had wanted. Scott's smirk deepened, his eyes showing off the twisted thoughts that were running through his mind. "Need help?" Tension rolled through me at just the thought that anyone would see her naked but it wasn't about her, it was about what Niko—my brother—needed. I gave Niko a stern nod. "I think I can handle her on my own" Scott gave me a twisted smile as if he knew something I didn't. "I want it tonight" he ordered, what he actually meant was for me to go fucking back and record that video right the fuck now. His patience had been running low since had Alexander tried to attack Evangeline.

she shrugged inwardly. It wasn’t a big deal. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked before… Ugh. There goes my dirty mind again… “I haven’t seen that movie,” he said gruffly. “So I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She grinned wider. “It would be an honor if you could paint me like Jack Dawson painted Rose DeWitt Bukater. I suggest you watch the movie and let me know what you think. I’m willing to pay, whatever the price.”

All we can hear from now is his steps. “Sure boss” Scott’s face appears on the screen and I smile at the state of him. He is all bruised, dirty and he’s got some broken bones. He hasn’t been allowed to go to the toilet so he stinks of urine and faeces. I needed him to break and tell me everything he knew.

It had to be. He was trying to say he wanted an intimate night with me. I swallowed again and stood up, believing it was time for me to reciprocate. “Well… I don't really mind,” I muttered. “You can get naked. I will watch… that is if you want.” I looked away shyly. Gosh! I would have thought Bruce was such a direct person. He didn't have to pull such tricks just to pass such a message. “You want to see me naked?” Bruce asked. I looked up and there was a smirk on his face.