Jordan Turpin Nude Novels & Stories

Lena moaned into her mouth, hands already tugging at Jordan’s hoodie. “Off. All of it.” Jordan stripped quickly—hoodie, sports bra, bike shorts, underwear. She was lean and toned from years of track, small breasts with dark nipples, a faint line of hair leading down to her cunt. She was soaked—inner thighs shining. Lena stared, hungry. “Come here.” Jordan straddled Lena’s hips. Lena’s hands roamed—cupping Jordan’s breasts, pinching the nipples until Jordan hissed. Then lower, fingers sliding through wet folds, circling Jordan’s clit.

But that wasn’t what had me stopping. It was him. His well-tanned skin glowed under the rare light of the sun, amplifying the dark ink snaking through half of his chest and one arm. One well-sculpted arm. I had never seen Jordan play, but I knew he had to have ripped muscles underneath the shirts he wore. I just had no idea how ripped they were. And now, seeing him in front of me, all oblivious, munching on that toast like it was the most interesting thing in the world…

Sanity. “I’ll head in,” I said. Jordan didn’t move. “You go ahead. I’m still horny as fuck. Gonna stay out here and take care of this.” My brain short-circuited. I froze on the steps of the tub, staring as Jordan pushed his swim trunks down just enough to free his thick cock. It sprang up, heavy and flushed, already leaking at the tip. The same cock I’d sucked like I was starving that night in the club.

He looked enticing with his furrowed brows and serious pout. What the heck, girl?! I mentally pinched myself as I tried to avoid the fact that Jordan himself was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. I tried my best not to look, but I couldn’t help but stare at the tattoo on his back. It was a full scale dragon - I noticed that the end of its tail could be found on the base of his nape, its body running down the length of his spine then going around his right hip, its head disappearing just beside his crotch.

Yap, he was right. With heated cheek of both embarrassment and anger, I turned to my toothpaste and brush and began to wash my teeth. When I was done, I wiped my smooched makeup away, loosened my hair and took off my clothes to take a shower. But I suddenly became very pressed and turned to the toilet. “Let me join you?” Jordan suddenly entered. I froze the moment Jordan entered to find me completely naked and sitting on the toilet sit. “No…” I replied sharply and tried to cover my body as much as possible. He grinned and came closer to me, making me want to scream and cry.

But if it's awkward, we stop. 'Deal.' Jordan got up and took his laptop off the couch and placed it on the coffee table. We went into the living room and sat down on the cushions, very close to each other, even touching shoulders. He started a browser and entered a site and scrolled to a video thumbnail, two guys, one of them muscular like him, the other one lean-bodied, both naked. 'This one's basic. Begins with them kissing and proceeds to fuck. No BDSM, no rough stuff, just two men toying each other assholes. He pressed play and the screen was filled with the scene.

“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.

Just me and this random guy standing on the steps outside the building. He turned to me fully now, sliding his hands into the pockets of his black jeans. Up close, he was… striking. Maybe 6’2”, lean but clearly athletic. There was something oddly familiar about his face. He looked a little like Tyler. It wasn't identical, but enough that it made my stomach twist uncomfortably. “I’m Jordan ,” he said offering a hand “ Transfer student. Sorry you had to deal with that asshole"

I have a nice body as a result of my regular working out, but if Jordan and I were to be sold out on an auction, ladies and gents would spread dollars at his feet, ignoring my existence. When we’re locked up in this cell, Jordan dominates this room with his shirtless form while I remain clothed from my shoulders to my feet. But right now, standing in my nudity, I feel a sense of triumph as Jordan studies every inch of my skin, his greedy eyes taking me in from my head to my toe as if he hasn’t seen a naked man before.

It wаѕ fіttеd wіthіn аn іnсh of his lіfе ѕhоwіng every ѕіnglе muѕсlе, аnd the zip wаѕ hаlfwау dоwn his сhеѕt revealing hіѕ naked tоrѕо. Hе hаd certainly bееn mаіntаіnіng that physique, I’m ѕurе Cоrіnnе аnd Mісhа would agree. Eventually hе rеturnеd thе іPаd to his ѕmіlіng fасе. “Now lаdіеѕ, nо more drооlіng, іt isn’t аttrасtіvе.” Hе wіnkеd.