Jordan Beckham Nude Novels & Stories

“You really think we wouldn’t notice you putting on a show like that?” Before I could answer, another set of hands gripped my hips, Orlando. Jordan’s leaner frame pressed against my side, his fingers threading through my wet hair. “You were teasing us just now,” Jordan murmured, voice still gravelly. “Walking around naked, shaking that ass like you weren’t begging for attention.” I shivered under the water, my cock already hard and twitching against my stomach. “I wasn’t begging,” I lied softly, tilting my head back against Macmillian’s chest.

Although judging by what I just felt, jumping his bones would probably be a great—maybe slightly painful—time. Except it’s Beck. This is Beckham Sinclair we’re talking about. Why can’t I stop thinking about his dick? Why am I wondering if it’d even fit inside me? “The heated look in your eyes says otherwise,” he states matter-of-factly. I push myself off the ground, grunting at him in annoyance as I stand up. Beck smirks, tilting his head in my direction. “Your perky nipples especially say otherwise.” Eyes widening, I look down at the evidence of the dirty thoughts I was just having of him.

He heard his mother tell Becky to put the shirt back on, but Tommy dropped his boxers and said, "Hell, if Becky can be naked, so can I." Becky said that started a family commotion with her mother looking at her son's hardon and her father came into the kitchen and saw his daughter's naked body. Both parents had to admit there two oldest kids had developed nicely. But it was Becky's father who said to his wife, "Honey don't you remember when we went to Burning Man Festival many years ago?'

Straight-passing as hell, always with some girl on his arm, but that didn’t stop the fantasies. I locked the door behind me, yanked my phone out, and pulled up the hidden folder. There he was—shirtless pics I’d screenshotted from Jordan’s I*******m stories over the months. Ethan at the beach, water dripping down his abs. Ethan spotting weights at the gym, veins popping on his biceps. My hand was already shoving down my shorts, wrapping around my throbbing dick as I leaned against the sink.

Becks said, and she tapped her phone a couple times and it made thewhoosh sound of a sent file. Then your phone buzzed in your pocket, and when you took it out and opened it you had a text from an unknown number. And that text was a photo, a nude taken in a bathroom. You couldn't see the woman's face, but she was standing with her bare ass to the mirror, twisting her body to look back and take the photo, one of her naked tits visible as well. "You can keep that, though please don't share it. And definitely not with anyone in the building," Becks said. "It doesn't have a face so you can't prove it's me, but also I'd rather not have the rumours."

Just as I was about to knock the second time, the door creaked open, leaving my hand hanging midair. And at the threshold of the door. Stood a god in all his glory. And there I knew. I absolutely, could not, do this. Ace Beckham was shirtless. I gasped, watching as droplets of water drifted from his wet hair, trailing down his well defined abs that begged to be worshipped. Rolling down his skin and into his… Oh heavens. The goddess above fucking take me. He was trouser-less too. A towel hung low on his waist, the scent of strawberry after shower filling my nostrils as I stared at the V that was so visible through the towel.

The sliding doors to the pool area were open, letting in the warm night breeze and the sound of gentle waves. That’s when I heard it. A low, deep groan. I froze near the pool house door, which was slightly ajar. Moonlight spilled inside, and what I saw made my breath catch in my throat. Mr. Adebayo stood in the middle of the dimly lit room, completely naked. His powerful body glistened with sweat. One large hand gripped the base of his massive cock while the other stroked it with slow, rough strokes. He was huge—thick, veined, and rock hard. The head was swollen and shiny with precum. His abs flexed with every movement, and his muscular thighs were planted wide apart.

"You like Jordan right?" Ogechi shrugged her shoulders at becca,"Yes why?" Becca let out a laugh. "I saw Jordan and Amarachi together"

I told them that they don't have to do it, but they just don't listen. "What is there to hear from him, Becks? I caught him having sex with another woman." I huff angrily and answer Becky. She narrows her eyes at me and walks towards me. I look away from her and snort. "Fine, I caught him with a naked woman in his room." She again glares at me, and I roll my eyes. I know I can't win. "Okay, she was in a towel. Which actually means she was naked." "Nikki, you sound ridiculous. Just because Sophia opened the door in a towel and Christopher was in the bed with his boxers on doesn't mean that they were having sex." Becky says exasperatedly.

Becks has got a boyfriend. He visits on Saturday. By then, she’s already fully settled into her new flat. In that time, I’m already well versed in everything Becks. I know she likes to have her clit played with while she’s being fucked. I know that her chest turns an ugly shade of red when she comes. She’s not a screamer but she makes this face, when she fucks her pussy. Half distraught, half euphoric. She sleeps naked at night. She’s breathtaking when she’s naked.