Jordan Turpin Nude Novels & Stories

But when I opened the door— I froze. Jordan stood by the kitchen island. Shirtless. His jacket lay tossed over a chair. Tattoos ran across his wide shoulder and down his arm. Sunlight from the window cut across his bare chest, accentuating his muscles and sharp angles. He looked relaxed and so fucking cute. For a split second, my breath caught. I hated that my body reacted before my mind did. Jordan noticed before I realized it and his lips curved slowly. “Morning, beautiful.” I swallowed and forced my eyes away. “Where’s Jalen?”

His eyes opened when the door opened and he came out wearing nothing but a blue towel covering his waist. “Wow,” he murmured looking at him. “Well this will not do.” “What?” Derrick questioned giving him a pointed look. Jordan pursued his lips when he walked over and tugged the towel down so he was naked and staring at him with a bemused expression. “Nakedness is needed.” “I’m the only one who is naked,” Derrick responded softly. “Yeah,” Jordan agreed before dropping down to his knees in front of him. “Yeah you are.” It seemed dropping to his knees in front of him sparked his half hard cock to life when Jordan circled his lips over the head, his tongue pressing into slit taking the pre-come

A stark naked cop dressed male stripper mounted on our table and begun to dance in a sultry way. We were all goners at this point, touching every part of his body. He rubbed his hands all over his sweaty and chiseled chest, winking at us. "This is HOT" Vanessa screamed. I was sure my mouth was hanging open at the sheer perfection of his body. As perfect as Jordan's body. Jordan. I whispered to myself and it resulted to a fucking nipple arousal. I shook the thoughts away. I'd fuck him more than ten times during this trip and can't seem to get enough.

There was a loud clatter from the bathroom, and he went quiet. "Jordan? Jordan?" There was no response. I rushed into the bathroom, and saw the washing hand basin shattered to the ground. Jordan stood looking at the mess on the ground, and then he raised his eyes to mine. It was at this point that I looked past his face. He was stark naked!

When he sees me in it and when he sees Seth half on top of me. Jordan stares. Points and blinks twice. “Oh,” he says. “Oh my God. I— okay. Wow. So you’re both naked. Okay. Cool. Totally normal. This is fine.” Seth doesn’t move. I try to pull the blanket higher. Jordan immediately shakes his head. “No, no, don’t cover up now… I walked in and it’s already burned into my memory. I’m literally never recovering.” “Jordan,” I say, my voice dying somewhere between embarrassment and disbelief. “Why is the door unlocked?”

"There are a million things that either of us could say right now. Juicy, just don't say anything. Okay? Because I don't want this second ruined. This is the most perfect moment of my life and I want to remember it just like this." Juicy lightly bit her lip and watched him. Troy glanced down and started kicking off his shoes. "I'm going to take you up on your offer to wash these clothes." He pulled off his shirt at the same time that he hopped up and down on one leg and pulled off socks. With no sense of embarrassment, Troy unfastened his pants and pulled them off until he stood there completely naked. Juicy's intent was to keep her eyes above his waist but just the one quick glimpse of his

In front of Silas. Jordan chuckled, a triumphant sound. He pulled his hand away, showing me his wet, glistening fingers. “See that, Silas? She liked it. She loved it.” He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. “And that, Rumi, was just the warm-up.” I opened my eyes, blurry with tears and aftershocks. Silas was staring, his face a mask of utter devastation. My heart twisted. Jordan stood, unzipping his pants. His cock, thick and dark, sprang free, already hard and glistening. “Now for the main event.” He gripped my hair, pulling my head back, forcing my eyes to his throbbing dick. “Open wide, Rumi.”

This is bad for the other side of me I've been keeping concealed for a long time and now she's about to get out of the closet. Abruptly Jordan yanks the towel that covers my lower bottom, exposing my lower half in my red panty. “Hey!” I yell. Jordan tosses the towel over the three men. “Are you joking, woman? How do you think will you use that towel if it gets wet?” Jordan utters, holding me easily with a single arm. “Well you could have asked me before you ripped that thing off.” A surge of irritation suddenly rushed through me. “I hope you're ready, woman,” his whisper feels warm against my ear and it almost came down to the deepest of me.

----- Jordan didn’t burn the notes. He sat on the futon for three days, surrounded by canvases he couldn’t touch. The apartment echoed. Her scent lingered in the sheets, in the shower, in the air he breathed. He jerked off to the memory of her taste until his cock was raw and his heart was worse.

I said “Are you trying to hide yourself from me?” “Wait, what does that even mean?” I shot back in amusement “It means that you can walk out naked. I ain’t no stranger or have I become one?” “You can’t be serious, Jordan. I decide whether or not to do that,” I said in between chuckles. “No towel for you then!” he dismissed. I knew he missed seeing my sweet curves so I didn’t argue further. I simply stepped out naked dripping with water. Damn! I didn’t plan for the next thing that happened.