Jordan Beckham Nude Novels & Stories

Perfect for nights like this. I also grabbed my phone. The secret folder was right there. I opened the video of all three of them playing basketball shirtless last summer. Their bodies glistened with sweat, muscles moving under tanned skin. Mike’s broad chest, Jax’s defined abs, Kane’s powerful arms as he jumped for the ball. Their laughs, their deep voices calling out to each other, it was all I needed. I spread my legs wide, knees bent, and ran the tip of the dildo along my soaked slit. I was dripping already, the silicone sliding easily through my wetness. With my other hand I hit play on the video, turning the volume low so only I could hear.

“Jordan…” “Noah’s looking for you. You’ve been out for way too long. Go home and tell him what happened.” Suddenly, Becky lunged forward and yanked Jordan aggressively. But before he could even land a punch, Jordan delivered a brutal kick right to his stomach, sending Becky flying back onto the asphalt. “Don’t be a coward, dude,” Jordan said, his voice dropping to a cold, deadpan monotone. A shiver ran down my spine just watching him. He didn’t show a single shred of emotion, even though he had just leveled a guy way older than him.