Jordan Beckham Nude Novels & Stories

She only nods, but her eyes run up and down my bare body, making me tremble. "You touched my breasts, Kara," I say, "remember? Do you want Jason to touch them too?" She tightens her lips. The silence hangs stale in the air as Jason waits a few beats for the implication to become obvious. He would make that choice. "Come over here, Beck," he says, curling a finger. "Stand right here." I rise as if under control, and step naked before them. My nipples scream and scrunch as my good friends watch them approach with wide, staring eyes.

I am nervous and anxious and almost speechless too. "I just don't see the need." i say as i finish up closing my suitcase. "I need to freshen up a little, I won't be long." i point towards the bathroom and he just grins amused and nods. I shut myself in the bathroom and stare at the closed door. For a moment i forget what am even doing here. Then i remember the sex god and well known playboy Jordan Baker is in my bedroom. I quickly take a shower then hold my hair up in one bun. I put on some joggers and i don't put on a bra, it's not like he will be able to tell am not wearing a bra, i tell myself as i look myself in the Mirror one last time.

The city lights glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft glow over her bare skin. A soft moan slipped from her lips as she slid two fingers beneath the lace, circling her swollen clit. On the large TV mounted on the wall, the video played loud enough for her to hear every filthy word. “Daddy’s little girl has been so bad today,” the deep male voice growled from the screen. “Look at that wet pussy dripping for punishment.” Becky’s back arched, her free hand squeezing one of her full, perky breasts. Her nipples were tight and aching. She was soaked—embarrassingly soaked. The kind of wet that made her thighs slick.

The sound of buckles snapping and pads dropping echoed through the locker room as he peeled away the layers one by one, until he was standing in nothing but his jock strap. A wide elastic waistband sat low on his hips, while a thin stretch of fabric framed and supported him in front, leaving his ass completely bare except for the straps curving under and around the tops of his thighs. It left little to the imagination, every line of muscle on display. Aiden stepped inside just then, mid-sentence. “You promise to behave while we’re there—” His voice caught instantly. His eyes widened slightly, his words faltered, and the hand still holding his phone lowered as his throat worked in a hard swal

“Not yet. First, we talk about the photos.” Her stomach dropped. “Photos?” Jordan took out his phone and showed her. There she was from the Christmas party three years ago. She was drunk and touching herself in the copy room. Another picture showed her panties when she bent over. A short video of her moaning in the bathroom. She thought no one saw. “You… you watched me?” Her voice shook. “I protected what I want,” he said. “You are the hottest slut here, Goodness. I have wanted to fuck you since your first day. Your boring husband does not deserve this body. I do.”

I wonder what it would be like to run my hands down his defined chest. "Whoa! What happened to me? What am I thinking?" I smacked my head. "You are awake?" I snapped my head to find Jordan standing next to me. I blinked repeatedly. And he snapped his fingers in front of my face. "Where are you lost, baby? Like what you see?" A smirk was on his face and I immediately hid myself under the comforter. "Why are you roaming in the room naked?" I yelled at him. "To show off my handsome body." There comes a cheesy line from his side.

The door gave way and a shirtless Jordan stood before her. For the love of God, the man only had on low hanging sweats with his sculpted abs and defined Vee line on display. She gulped, damn he's fucking gorgeous and even more so with the upper half of his solid six feet three, naked. She bit her bottom lip to keep her from reaching for him and exploring that expose expanse of hot skin with her itching fingers. His emerald pools darkened and she knew she wasn't on that blazing track of desire alone.

Jake I woke, and see Becca still sound asleep next to me. She was laying, naked and on her stomach, the covers pushed down, and the bedding covered only her legs. The rest of her body was on show. I smiled, looking at her. She was beautiful, any time of the day. I gently grazed my fingers over her perfect curves, making sure not to wake her up.

“What? What does that mean? Three and a half years? He’s been having sex with Megan, so how dare he says such words.” Then she frowned. “By the way how come I haven’t seen Megan’s baby or hear him talk about his child with her.” Joshua smiled and said, “Yeah, I got my workout cut out for me for sure.” “Ha. All of those poses sounds like sex positions if you asked me,” said Jordan. “What?” asked Beatrice in confusion. Unlike everyone else, only Jordan was the one who realized those perceptions. Since Jordan is a playboy, he does those crazy and postures during his “time” with his women.

I can hear my intestines wiggling like worms in protests. And oh that hissing sound? I bet it's fat sizzles. I carefully and quietly appear from the wall and what stands in front of my eyes, the back facing me, is Jordan Crown himself. He's topless, only wearing an apron. I can see the well-defined muscles of his back, the rough and firm muscles that link his broad shoulders. That athletic structure reaches all the way down, which his round and healthy buttocks restricted from going further. I know he has the cake. It forms against his gray sweatpants. HIS GRAY SWEATPANTS!