Mahito Shirtless Novels & Stories

" This is our reception, I want you to wear this lehanga only. " " I would feel so shy... " " I like that shade of blush on your face. Just like a shy Indian bride. I want to get seduced by my own design. That day, I could not even look or touch you. I had to take a long cold shower. So, now I am going to enjoy our wedding night, you have to wear it. " " Mohit ji, we have had our first night. " Mohit's POV " Please yaar, you are making such a big issue. Can't I request you to wear what I like. " I made a cute puppy face.

The shirt he tossed up on top of the rocks. "Aren't those, you know, expensive?" I asked, watching as the cufflinks disappeared into the depths of the water while the sun began to set behind us. "F*ck them," Mateo growled. He took off his leather belt, and his pants. His boxers joined his shirt up on the rocks, and my mouth went dry. Mateo was naked in front of me. Even though I couldn't see beneath the waste-high water in the waning light, I knew he was ready for me. He wanted me, and I wanted him. And he was all mine.

I blush furiously before stomping past. Idiots the both of them. We get to breakfast and most of the men are shirtless and the woman are wearing nothing but sports bras. I know they don’t get as cold but this is just ridiculous. Zylith and I are halted in the doorway looking on in amazement, “Not that I am complaining but, what is going on?” Zylith asks the question checking out every ass that walks by. I hit her in the stomach with my elbow to get her attention. She looks at me and I widen my eye and shake my head from side to side, telling her to stop that.

Jai’s smirk stretched wider. The crowd suddenly became louder and it irked Jai a bit. “They’re so loud…” Ruhan turned around to see, “They’re rooting for you. Shouldn’t you be excited?” “Yeah… But, I kinda feel weird. They’re shouting my name maniacally that I thought they will rip my shirt off.” Ruhan frowned, “But you’re not wearing any shirt, Jai.” Jai blinked. Then he looked down and saw his own bare chest. Jai’s eye twitched, "Damn it. I forgot to put on some clothes."

It already felt like they were already engaging in foreplay, and for Sofia, definitely so. When they both turned to look at her, Sofia knew she'd been busted staring. She grinned at them with embarrassment, unable to look away. Somito had on a muscle shirt, one that allowed her imagination to supply the missing pieces of his chiseled features, which her mind had memorized. Nomo, on the other hand, was shirtless and thinner than Somito, though no less muscular and no less impressive in his own right. They were such extreme contrasts in everything except in wearing the hottest pair of panties melting qualities.

I think this damn shirt needs to go. I nodded in agreement. “That's my good girl,” he murmured and reached for the hem of my shirt to pull it over my head. He murmured his appreciation at my lace-clad breasts and went ahead to cup them and place a kiss on the cleavage. “You look better this way with no shirt on,” he said. “You’re not saying I should start walking around the pack and going about my daily business with no shirt on, right?” I whispered. “You can do anything you want, Malia. You can even walk around completely naked but that would mean that many of the men are going to lose their eyes because I’m going to gouge them out.”

He was shirtless and had his back turned, his boy was tanned, and boy was he ripped, his arms were huge, I know they were from the clothes he wore but seeing him bareback was a different story. “Taking your fill I see” shit, I've been caught staring.

With a sign they stood at their places once again while the ladies took their time in having water and then slowly tying their hair up in a pony tail, showing their sharp collar bones and necks which to them felt like an invitation that added to their misery. "Why the hell are we even doing this." Hitansh muttered. "Shut this shit and let's get to the actual game." Zeeshant said making Nishant scoff. They just shook their heads and waited for the ladies to tie their hair and get ready for the match. "Ahh too hot." Aaryan said wiping the sweat off his forehead before removing his oversized tshirt and throwing it aside on the ground. "Ohhh." The ladies hooted seeing his abs that he has being w

"We are on a tropical island—I thought a Hawaiian shirt and a pair of shorts would suit me." I shake my head at him, covering my twitching lips with my hand. "Please, lose the shirt—blue doesn't fit you, neither do the bright flowers on it." "Lose the shirt, huh?" "Yeah," I look up at him, craning my neck. "Pick something—"I trail off, blinking when I notice the shirt is gone, and... Azrael's ripped torso is on full display, naked to the eye, literally. My heart is pounding. I knew Azrael was good-looking, but my entire body is tense from seeing his muscular body under the sun.

“Take it off. I need to see what kind of damage you’ve obtained.” He gives me a cocky grin as he finishes unbuttoning his shirt and slips it off carefully. His body is incredible. His muscled chest is tanned with dark hair and a six-pack that contours to his narrow waist. Unlike Micah, he has no tattoos. I look at his bruised chest and inspect it with my hands. His breath hitches at the touch of my hands, and his eyes sharpen. “Do you like what you see?” He mutters huskily. My eyes meet his with an incredulous snicker. He’s standing in front of me bruised and hurt, yet he finds time to flirt. Men!