Levi Miller Shirtless Novels & Stories

Even Ethan had a bright smile on his face, but the thing was… They were all shirtless.

I assured him. “I’m here at a souvenir shop. Will that be enough?” “Hmm, you have to tell me the color of your shirt so that he can recognize you right away,” I told him. “I am shirtless and just wearing a board short and a slipper. Black cap and black sunglass.” Did he have to include the fact that he was shirtless? I took a deep breath while trying not to imagine his overall appearance at the moment, but I could sense from his voice that he was handsome.

Levi Morrison was waiting in the service drive, just inside the first break in the perimeter. He had the posture of a man who’d done this at least a dozen times before breakfast: boots planted in frost-killed grass, arms folded, tactical duffel at his feet. If he’d noticed the cold, he didn’t show it. He looked me up and down. “I told you not to wear anything that would make you a target.” I glanced down. I was in black jeans, an old crew neck, and the kind of jacket you buy from an army surplus bin for fifteen bucks. “Pretty sure it’s a step up from the last time you saw me.”

I don’t want to look! “Aww, look at the boys go!” “Go Levi!” God—I don’t want to look! I don’t want to look! But I couldn’t help myself. I peeked through my fingers and slapped my hand to my forehead at what I saw. They were both shirtless, with red bandanas tied around their necks, matching red pajama pants, and a speaker blaring in the corner of the kitchen. They were dancing along to the music—both of them having the time of their lives. Levi was laughing, clearly enjoying every second of it.

Old shelves stand half-empty, looted long ago. I lower Levi onto the floor against the counter, already digging through our bag for the medical kit. His breath is shallow. Too shallow. “Take your shirt off,” I say, my voice too tight. Levi raises a brow. “Eliana. If you wanted me naked, you could’ve just asked.” I *glare* at him. “Not the time.” He smirks, but it’s weak. And when he pulls his shirt off, I forget how to breathe.

He had all day to need my help, and he only decides this is the right time. Shortly, I pull up at his place, marching to the front door. There is a guard there to lead me to him, and I follow silently, practicing how I will roll my eyes at him with an attitude. The man leads me to the back of the house, where there is heavy music in the background with loud grunts in the air. I stop dead in my tracks, watching Levi shirtless with his body glistening with sweat under the setting sun. He’s doing curls by his poolside, flexing his muscles like he is in some commercial.

"Direct? Like we're your personal p**n stars? Bold, sis." "Stepsis," I corrected, my voice steady even as my thighs clenched. "And yes. Strip. Both of you. Let's see if you measure up to those videos." They hesitated for a beat, but the lust was already there, thickening the air. Levi peeled off his shirt first, revealing that chiseled chest, abs flexing as he kicked off his shoes. Nevi followed, slower, his eyes locked on mine the whole time, and their ants dropped next, and there they were, both hard already, cocks thick and veined, jutting out from trimmed bushes. Identical down to the slight curve upward.

It was a symphony of raw combat, the air smelled faintly of sweat and the earth. Felicia slowed slightly, gesturing quietly with her hand. “The Alpha is over there,” she said softly, nodding toward the left side of the training field. Kaliyah followed her gaze and then she spotted Levi. He was shirtless, wearing only black pants that hugged his hips low. His dark hair clung slightly to his forehead from sweat. His skin glistened in the sun, the sweat making every muscle stand out more, his abs, his chest, the curve of his arms… his whole body looked carved and powerful.

A huge smear of my own cum had somehow gotten onto my clothes. “Holy shit,” Miller gasped, a loud laugh tearing from his throat. He started slapping his knee, backing away from me like he couldn't believe it. “No way! You and Isla already moved to the next level on day one? Dude, you are a freaking savage! Look at your shirt!” My face burned with a heat so intense I thought my skin was going to melt right off my bones. I felt tapped in a corner that I couldn't tell him the truth. I couldn't tell him that the stain on my shirt wasn't from Northcott’s hearthrob, but from the billionaire Ice King who had pinned me down and used his mouth to destroy my sanity.

“Well boys, I was wrong. That group is not going to be in need of the older female generation. They’re off to a good start all on their own.” All four of them had removed their baggie t-shirts and track pants. They were all wearing mid-thigh, skin-tight bike shorts and sport bras. This did not leave much to the imagination as to what their curves looked like. The fact that Heather’s outfit was a bit on the small size just enhanced all of her already beautiful curves. I guess all of us had zoned out because the next thing I know, Levi is yelling in the link “You jackasses need to down here and help me. They had clothes on when I got here.” When Reed, Quinn and I started laughing we got a ques