Luke Macfarlane Nude Novels & Stories

💦Painted Desires💦 The afternoon light poured through the tall windows of Luca’s cliffside studio, casting golden hues across the white drop cloths spread on the floor. I stood completely naked in the center, heart hammering as his intense gaze moved over every inch of my body. “Turn slightly to the left,” Luca said, voice low and rough. “Chin up. Perfect.” At 34, Luca Moretti was one of Sicily’s most celebrated artists, dark hair, sharp jawline, and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see straight through me. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up, revealing strong forearms stained with paint.

“Because we might not get to keep doing this. And I want something that shows exactly how much I belong to him.” Luca’s breath left him in a rough exhale. He pushed the shirt off my shoulders. It slid down my arms and pooled behind me on the bed. I was completely naked now under the camera’s unblinking eye. He stepped back just far enough for the shot to take in all of me—breasts, stomach, the already glistening slit between my thighs. “On your knees.”

“Just a second, my lady.” Luke's hands move with purpose, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants and boxers in one swift motion. I watch, my heart racing, as his naked body comes into view. He's hard and ready. My eyes linger on it for a moment before moving back up to his face, where I see a hungry look that matches the one in my own eyes.

I nod and pump my little legs to keep up with him. Given he’s 6ft each step of his is about 5 of mine. As we cross over the tree line I’m taken in by how beautiful the moon looks tonight. I don’t usually admire it too much as that tends to rile up Nala. She longs to be free and run. Even now I feel her stirring. As we get further into the Forrest Luca stops in the middle of a small clearing and throws his hands out to his sides like he wants me to appreciate the view. “ this is perfect “ he says then takes his hoody off. “Sir we are here to fight not fuck ,please keep your clothes on” I say with a laugh. He chuckles and pulls his shorts off.

The zipper rasped open. Valentina's eyes snapped wide. A man ducked into the tent—tall, tanned, early thirties. Red swim trunks hung low on his hips, revealing the V of his muscles. His broad chest glistened with sweat and sunscreen, whistle dangling around his neck. Dark hair cropped short, sharp jawline shadowed with stubble. Lifeguard. His name tag read Marco.

"What does it look like? Her finger shook over the screen. She saw Luke kneeling in a pair of frayed jeans and a simple red T-shirt that was clinging to his biceps. A little African boy had his arms wrapped around Luke's neck, and they were both grinning into the camera. Luke's green eyes were shining, his hair was disheveled, and a smudge of dirt was adorning his stubbled cheek. "Swipe left," Jackson ordered. When she did, she got to glance at another image of Luke. This time, he was upright on his full height instead of bending down. He had on a white shirt this time, and there were a dozen children hanging onto him. But the same gigantic grin was firmly in place. She swiped left again. An

How could she be unlucky? Luke said, "Let me show you something." He handed me his phone, which was open to the photo gallery. I clicked to see a picture of a handsome man with a sunny smile and deep, dark eyes. He had an air of humility, but he was in a wheelchair, with both legs amputated below the knee.

"If you come here, I can show you what else is kinky." I can't resist knowing what he is going to do, so I walk up to him. He takes my hand and rubs it against his hard erection, waiting to burst out his jeans. "Do you want me?" Luke does the most agonizing strip; he removes every bit of fabric of his body so slow he is almost going backward. He has a perfectly sculpted chest that runs down to a tight, rippled stomach. His porcelain skin glows in the afternoon sun.

I walk out to turn the facet on while Lachlan drags the hose inside the barn. When I walk back Lachlan has his back turned to me stark naked. My eyes roam over the plains of his back that have started to become a little more defined than it used to be. He isn't lacking in the butt department, but it's not quite the bubble butt that Jase has. Apparently he didn't wear underwear. "Let me know when you are ready and I'll turn around to see you," he says sounding a tad nervous and I know he chewing on his bottom lip.