Levi Miller Shirtless Novels & Stories

There he was as I stepped out of the elevator onto the parking lot. Instead of his usual suit, Mr. Miller stood beside a sleek Porsche, wearing a black shirt with rolled-up sleeves, blue denim jeans, and athletic shoes. He had left the top buttons of his shirt undone, exposing his chiselled chest. His smirk pulled me out of my trance, and I hastily looked away, embarrassed to be caught staring at him.

Claire Miller spent the entire morning in a haze of nerves and filthy anticipation. She stood in front of her full-length mirror for almost forty minutes trying on different outfits before settling on the most shameless one. It was a white, ultra-sheer sports bra that was barely more than a crop top and matching white micro shorts so thin they were practically see-through. The fabric clung to her body like a second skin. Her nipples were clearly visible through the material, and when she turned sideways, the outline of her shaved pussy lips showed obscenely if the light hit her just right. She looked like a whore trying to pass as a gym-goer.

Levy was wearing charcoal gray dress pants with a matching vest. He had no jacket, just the vest over a white dress shirt with rolled-up sleeves and the top three buttons undone, no tie. His clothes were clearly tailored and fit his body perfectly, making it possible to see his muscles outlined beneath the fabric. He wore sunglasses, and his short copper-colored hair was impeccably styled. His beard was neatly trimmed but kept very short, as if he hadn't shaved for two or three days. Unlike his sister, he had no freckles. He was truly a handsome man.

As the others began stripping down and pulling on their base layers, Milo hesitated. Would it work? Would Ethan’s marks actually say what they needed to? He didn’t want to lift his shirt. Didn’t want to draw attention. But he also couldn’t afford for this to not work. With trembling hands, he began to undress. The air felt razor-thin around him. And every glance felt loaded. Then it happened. Brayden, mid-laugh about someone’s sister and a bar bathroom, stopped short as Milo peeled off his shirt. “Holy shit,” he muttered, then grinned wide. “Laskey, you dirty dog. You been holding out on us?”

Once he had added the final touches and turned off the flame, he turned around to find Miliani watching him with wide eyes. His eyes flamed with something unspoken as he watched Mili in his shirt. The shirt was so huge and oversized for her small figure that it covered most of her thighs, the sleeves being extra long that they had to be rolled up and overall it was loosely hanging over her lithe body making her look irresistibly cute. He did not even know why he allowed her to wear that in the first place as he hated when people touched his things; he has a tendency to discard them if anyone corrupts anything of his possession. But looking at Miliani now, he could not help but wonder how she

MILA I felt his presence before I could fully register Tyler standing next to Leo. He gripped the wrist that held the knife with an iron grip. The tension in his muscles was visible, flexing beneath the tight fabric of his black button-down shirt. The sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal forearms corded with strength, and the shirt hugged his broad chest. His black pants and suede shoes completed the ensemble, along with a suit jacket draped casually over the other arm.

He made a lot of followers out of this, had fan pages which consisted mainly of fangirls who were crazy about him. Pictures from the photoshoot also shook the internet. Girls, particularly were going crazy over Liam. The pictures of him that trended the most were the ones which he had taken shirtless, revealing his six packs, abs and all. He had worn only a pair of black trousers that dropped down his waist, revealing his powerful, aesthetical V-line and a slight bulge underneath his pants.

Levi has the whole sexy-nerd look going on. His hair is a little long, and when he's wearing his glasses it normally gets into his eyes. He tends to wear button down shirts with his sleeves rolled up, showing off a scar he got in a fight when he was younger. He's so damn hot, I swear I'm starting to sweat just looking at him.

The white sand sinks beneath my feet. It is warm to the touch and fills my body with a pleasant warmth. "Are you enjoying the view?" Levi asks as he approaches. His torso is naked. He wears only his swimsuit and sunglasses, so his chest and arms are bare. The tattoos are exposed and are drawn with new tints in the sun, making him look completely desirable; his thick hair is blowing in the sea breeze, which is sure to leave a salty taste on his lips.

Why is he shirtless? He climbed up on me, I jerked when he was sitting on top of my helpless state, my body hype up in anxiety, and noticing our positions, I raised my eyes, flickered deep into his, I spotted lechery in those solid orbs. I was tied and he was shirtless which is daunting. My heart raced when he pulled down his pants and left himself in a boxer. I was too embarrassed to look at him in such a situation.