Matt Barr Nude Novels & Stories

— Damn it, Alexandre… I fling open the bathroom door. The steam burns my skin. He is under the water. Eyes closed. Looking peaceful. And it’s that calm, precisely, that makes me explode. — ARE YOU SERIOUS? He jumps, turns around. Water drips down his face, but it’s me who drowns him in fury. — You’re telling me you thought we’d have a normal morning while the whole country watches your damn scene from last night like a soap opera with ten million views?

under his breath but he quickly covered it up with a cough when Jaxon requested him to repeat it. Then he gritted his teeth and his nostrils flared. “No normal guy wants to shower with a gay dude, okay? What if he’s taking pictures? For his fucking fap album or something?” The locker room went dead silent. Throwing his head back, Jaxon let out a short laugh. “For a straight guy, you seem to know a hell of a lot about jerking off to naked pictures of men. Why don’t you show us your photo album, Matt? Let’s all see it.”

DOMINICK'S POV~ “We've found the girl, Alpha." The door to my room instantly banged open and I growled in utmost annoyance at the person who dared to interrupt my privacy. Matteo froze at the doorstep before he gulped and quickly turned away. Looking down at the woman who was entirely naked and in between my legs and my cock into her mouth, the earlier pleasure instantly turned to disgust as I pushed her away from me and stood. Her face flushed in embarrassment but she dared not talk.

He stood up straight and froze like he had seen a ghost. The abnormal minutes that passed without Matt moving an inch provoked our interest. Tara and I went to look to see what had gotten ahold of his undivided attention. Our mouths opened wide with shock as we witnessed the meeting of two mates. The guy standing at the counter was an elite from Curtis’ batch. The manly figure with perfectly styled brown hair, to match his marble-grey eyes, had captured the soul of our talkative friend. “Fuck me!” Matt exclaimed, bearing the same shocked face that we had. I thought that he was straight and into girls. Apparently, the moon goddess had other plans for him. Tara and I watched in excitement and

And if it meant swallowing my pride to say it, then fine—I was going to tell him he needed to let go of whatever hatred he felt for Miranda and just… date her. When I got home, I found him behind the house, shirtless, sharpening a machete. The sight of him hit me like a slap. His back was strong, tanned, muscles moving in sharp precision as the blade scraped against the stone. For a few seconds, my brain short-circuited. Damn him. How could someone so infuriating look that good? I quickly shoved the thought aside before he caught me gawking. The last thing I needed was to inflate his ego.

We'd been lucky last night, as dad chose a place where it was unlikely that people who knew us would be. “Goddess, it's so boring to stay in doors doing nothing. You know, right?” Matt plopped down on the bed, his shirt riding up to show the baby bump he was so freaking ashamed of. I reached out to touch the skin he was showing, and he almost jumped out of his skin. “Is it ticklish?”

Cathrine teased, pulling me back from the door. "Go away!!" I yelled, but I wasn't strong enough to take my hand out of hers. "Shhh, he is having a great time with the person he loves. Don't disturb them, going in there is at your own risk." Morris added. I forcefully set my hand free from her and pushed the door. To my greatest surprise, a naked lady was sitting on top of Matt in his bed. Her back faced me and didn't make any attempt to look back. She was busily moaning as she was grinding Matt who was lying quiet and enjoying it.

Sharon got up from the sofa; she walked around his room, staring at the exclusive work of art hanging on his wall. The bathroom door was suddenly swung open, and Sharon froze as she turned to glance at Matthew. It felt as if the world had come to an end. Matthew was coming out of the bathroom in a bathrobe, water dripping from his hair down his neck, tracing a path to the rocky abs partially visible beneath the fabric. Slowly, he undid the robe, revealing his broad chest. With a gentle motion, he let the robe slide off, exposing his toned body. As the elegant fabric fell away, Sharon found herself breathless, unable to look away from his perfect physique. “Why? Is something on my body?” Math

Valentina's pov There was something degrading in the way I stood naked before him, even though I still had my panties on. It all seemed too raw, too intimate, and his filthy words made me press my thighs together to ease the emotion building up down there. I had no problem stripping for a bunch of sex-hungry rich men down at the club but I wasn't used to performing shows for just one viewer and it seemed wrong, to the very last letter. My breasts suddenly jiggled, unintentionally I must add. And he stared at them, hard, as though there was a movie playing somewhere in the valley between my breasts.

Greg braced himself on the door. Carrie had a sly grin. Her plump lips were painted red, but that was all he could see of her face. The screen was taken over by smooth, flawless skin spanning from her throat down to her chest. Shoulders bare, Greg could tell she was naked. Presented in the photo was his boss’s cleavage. She had one hand on one of her breasts, which was pushed up so that Greg could see almost its whole size. She was fondling her breasts while texting Greg.