Jules Jordan Nude Novels & Stories

It washes through me as I remove my top. Jude reaches for my shorts and undoes my button. I lift my bottom off the mattress as he pulls them down my hips, taking my panties with them. He gets out of his jeans while I unhook my bra. And then he is settling between my legs, his naked body brushing against mine. He takes my hands in his and holds them above my head, pressing into the mattress. “Are you wet?” he asks, his blue eyes looking down at me with a heat that looks like it could set a dry grassland on fire.

Jamie slid off his lap and sat back on the couch, legs spread, watching like a king waiting for tribute. Julian used his teeth on the zipper—careful, deliberate—then shimmied his hips until the trousers slid down. He kicked them off with a flick of his foot. Boxers remained. Jamie’s voice was hoarse. “Those too.” Julian met his eyes. Held them. Then he hooked his thumbs into the waistband—waited—then used only his hips and thighs to work the fabric down, inch by torturous inch, until they finally dropped. He stepped out of them completely naked, hard, flushed, staring down at Jamie with a look that promised retribution.

He was butt naked in less than a minute and rummaged through piles of clothes that were scattered around his room. "Preston?!" she protested. He took a piece here and there and put them on. "Oh come on Jules, it's not like you never seen me naked before," he teased her. She was covering her eyes, couldn't believe what Preston had just done. "All done!" he said, and he was already looking perfect again in his funky style which he put together from his laundry pile. "That's not funny," she complained. It was too soon to joke about it.

Chapter 4: No Clothes Julian stepped back a little from the chaise and looked at me lying there for a long time under the changing lights. His eyes moved slowly over my naked body, taking in the clay he had pressed onto my collarbone, waist, and hips. I stayed in the pose with one arm stretched above my head and the other resting on my thigh, my legs slightly open. My tits rose and fell fast with every breath and my pussy felt even wetter from all the touching and staring.

he explained, staring down at me with a soft smile etched on his face. “Oh yeah, right,” I groaned, pulling myself off the couch. Sluggishly, I made my way to the bathroom, to take a quick soak. I didn’t even bother to wash my hair. I only strengthen it. I slipped into some baggy jeans, paired with a black unisex softstyle t-shirt that says “BE THE KINKY VERSION OF YOU” and my limited edition Jordans. Julian wore a white, fitting T-shirt and some gray sweatpants with it, and I couldn’t help but stare. He always looked so good without any effort whatsoever.

Sydney picked up the iodine and demanded, "Take your shirt off." It was warm inside the apartment, so Julien was wearing only a shirt. When Julien heard Sydney ask him to take off his shirt, his eyes sparkled. He then looked back at Sydney. Seeing the iodine in her hand, he realized that he was wrong. Sydney just wanted to apply iodine to his wounds. Thinking about it, Julien showed a disappointed look in his eyes. But soon, it disappeared. He took off his shirt, and his naked body was revealed. Julien was in great shape. He spent a lot of time in the gym. He had pecs and abs.

"Are you really that clueless or are you just being annoying? Clearly, I'm taking my clothes off." Jesus Christ! Although his back was to her, he still shut his eyes trying not to think about the growing pile of clothes as she took off more articles of clothing. "You can turn back now." She called out behind from behind him. Jules didn't move, opening his eyes he stared at the cracks on the wall. "I'm done, Julian you can look now." He took a deep breath still not moving. "Are you naked?" She didn't answer immediately, "maybe."

“As naked as the day he was born.” Talen spotted Aislen and his face lit with a grin. He clasped Rhett’s shoulder with one hand, and Heath’s with the other, steering both mates over to Aislen whilst Cameron stripped off his shirt so Jules could tie it around his waist. From the sports shop, Judith hurried out with an armful of clothes, heading towards the naked men. Aislen smothered her laughter. “What are you laughing at?” Rhett asked her, smiling automatically in return. All her mates were relieved to be back at Havermouth. Back Home echoed in all their thoughts.

He made me say and feel things that weren't me at all in only meeting a short time ago. But, per usual, I force those thoughts away and get out of the shower. Jules and I weren't going anywhere, so I only put my hair in what I call a bun but looks nothing like one, an over- sized shirt and blue sweatpants. Walking downstairs I figure I could watch at least an episode of Euphoria before Jules came, but just as I am about to turn the television, the door busts open. Jules walks in wearing a light pink dress that reached her thigh. With matching heels and her hair in a sleek ponytail.

“It was too pretty not to wear, don’t you think?” “Yes,” Jules’ toed off his boots in compliance with Harry’s removal of his jeans and underwear, and Harry added them and Jule’s socks to the basket. “Very pretty.” “Sometimes just wearing a little bit, makes the nudity more so,” Harry placed a table next to Jules and stepped back to fill a washbowl from the bath. “How lovely,” they added pausing to admire the artwork they had made of their lover, cuffed, and collared in leather, naked, chained to the wall. The contrast of Jules’ silky skin and muscle against the rough stone and wood caused Harry to groan slightly with want.