Jordan Turpin Nude Novels & Stories

We discarded everything, a trail of silk and cotton marking our path up the stairs until we stood there, completely naked in the afternoon light filtering through the windows. Jordan groaned, his eyes roaming over my body like he was seeing me for the first time. He reached out, his thumbs brushing over my nipples until they were aching and hard. When he leaned down to take one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip, I had to grab the banister to keep from falling over.

She gripped him tightly as he began to move towards the door. The door flung open and Mark could see clearly into the room now. Rita wasn’t at the dining table he left her at, and neither was Jordan. Rita was spread out on the couch totally naked with Jordan circling her clit with his wet tongue, his left hand fondling her double D tits while he had two fingers in her pussy and two in her asshole, his face glistening from all her juices while she frantically tried to grab on to whatever she could, mostly his head which she kept on rubbing like a genie lamp granting her all her wishes.

Adrian told Sophie and got a nod in return. After the shower, Adrian checked his phone for any message from Jordan and she had sent a picture of her, after the shower wearing only her towel and tongue out teasing him. His little buddy twitched when he saw her cleavage. I’ll take my revenge when I am back he replied to her and went to the living room. Aaron was still walking around naked. His father was watching the news and Sophie and his mom was in the kitchen. Sophie looked at Adrian and grinned and he raised his brows sensing something fishy, “What?” he asked her. Her grin only grew larger. “What is it?”

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.

He asked, but had already nodded to Mikhail take his clothes off. "You'll see, prince" He unbuttoned Philip's jeans and took them off along with his underwear and shoes, leaving them in the corner of the stall. He also took off his pants and underwear down to his ankles, sitting on the toilet. "Come here baby, sit on my lap" He said tapping his thighs. But Philip... He was mesmerized, it was his first time seeing Mikhail's cock, it was big, veiny, with pearly droplets running down the length.

She folded herself backwards in an awkward crab like position. “Hold that position for a moment.” Jordan told her then he approached her and removed her bra tossing it in the corner as well. “Much better. I can see the angles of your origami paper better this way.” He told her and backed away to let her resume her positions. She went into a full bizarre exaggerated yoga routine, hunching and arching her back in cat cow and wagging her hips side to side. Crane and then into a forward fold. She was in warrior one two and three if there even was a three she was in it. She posed in downward dog and cobra with her C cup breasts pushed out in front of her. All the while Jordan had begun undressing

I tell him fully awake now, thinking the Goddess Dean put one of his shirts on me last night. Jordan grabs my hand and accepts my help, then pulls me towards the door. “You three stay away. We don’t need you freaking out. We’ll let you know if we need help.” Jordan tells the triplets as he pulls me out of the room and towards mine. I get dressed quickly and leave the room in a crop top and workout leggings. “Woah.” Jordan says when I leave my room, and I look up at his shocked eyes. My eyes scrunch, “What?” I ask him and he shrugs, “Just the most of your skin I’ve ever seen. Who would have thought you had such a nice body under all the jackets.” He tells me and I can already feel my cheeks g

I’m already under the shower, the hot water flowing down my shoulders. He looks at me. He sees me naked. But nothing. No reaction. Not a beat of desire. He comes in anyway. He helps me lather my body, caressing me gently. But he doesn’t even get hard. His movements are empty. His gaze is elsewhere. I turn slowly, my expression hard. — You don’t want me anymore, I whisper. Even that, you can’t give me? He lowers his eyes. Ashamed. Lost. — I’m sorry.

He was wrong. Jordan stood under the shower spray, back to the door, completely naked. Water cascaded over the hard planes of his back, down the deep groove of his spine, and over the perfect, muscular globes of his ass. His thick thighs were planted wide, and one hand was braced against the tiled wall while the other… fuck. The other was slowly stroking his heavy cock. Alex froze in the doorway, blood rushing south so fast he got lightheaded. Jordan’s cock was gorgeous—long, thick, veined, the head flushed dark and shiny under the water. He stroked with lazy confidence, thumb swiping over the leaking slit on every upstroke.

Instead, the second I stepped inside, that sharp citrus-and-musk cologne hit me straight in the chest. “You’ve gotta be shitting me.” Jordan leaned against the marble island in the open living room, shirtless, gray sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips. The carved lines of his abs flexed as he straightened up, that black ink tattoo curling down his left side like it was daring me to trace it with my tongue. Twenty-seven. My stepbrother. The one person who could make me want to scream and come at the same time. He took a slow sip from his glass, dark eyes dragging down my body like he already owned it. My thin white tank top was already sticking to my skin from the heat, nipples hard