Matt Barr Nude Novels & Stories

Before I could reply, the very subject of our conversation made his presence known. “Nina! Enzo!” Matt’s voice echoed across the arena, filled with his characteristic exuberance. I glanced at Enzo, raising an eyebrow as we both turned to greet him. Matt, ever the athlete, was dressed in his usual campus attire—a sleeveless tee, showing off his well-defined arms, shorts, and worn-out sneakers. His hair, a mop of sleek blackness, bounced slightly as he jogged over to us with his hockey bag slung over his shoulder.

Such was not the case now as Matt was like a wild animal seeking a simple fuck. As he undressed and prepared for their union, Matt's mind was simply overloaded, and he relied on instinct alone. He looked at her body as she bared it and felt his arousal become even more intense. He observed that It looked pretty much the same except for her belly, which was somewhat enlarged with somebody else's baby that she carried. He felt his anger develop. Well fuck her, he thought.

She was in no mood for it. She was about to lock her phone when a picture was sent to her. She opened it and she froze at the sight of it. The image showed Matteo unconscious, naked. He was expertly tied to a mobile black leather cushion that reclined backwards. He was bound with a thick black ropes. His hands were tied behind his back while his legs were tied apart to the leg of the leather chair. His cock although limp still throbbed with hot blood and veins.

"I’m ruined! How can I live knowing that everyone has seen my nudes?!" "Technically, you aren’t really nude in them―" Annalise said. The entire family had read the article put out by Lady Vanity and saw the resulting photos― her straddling Matteo in nothing but her underwear, the both of them tangled in his bedsheets, her bra, half-falling off her shoulders to reveal a swell of creamy breast. If they were from a weaker family, Annalise was sure that her phone would be blowing up with all sorts of obscene offers from movie directors.

When I walked out of Rhys's room, I was met by a few early risers. Seeing me in Rhys's oversized shirt, my hair a mess, they broke into knowing smiles. "Good morning, Luna!" they greeted cheekily. My face turned beet red. Rhys emerged from the room right then, wearing only a pair of pants, his perfect physique on full display. "What are you all looking at?" he said, pulling me into a possessive hug to stake his claim. The pack members howled with laughter. "Did you sleep well, Alpha?" "We didn't hear a thing!"

Yet another moment of silence. I began to wonder if Alex had left me there to wallow when the tip of another granola bar pressed against the gap in the door. My hands lowered ready to pull my treat to safety. Four fingers gripped onto the power bar and slowly pulled it through the crack in the door. This time, it was a perfectly intact bar, wrapped neatly and with care. I held it up as if it were a trophy rewarded to me despite the judges who’d state otherwise.

I have a nature dominance but he is a born Alpha and he has been waiting for me for 3 years so I know this whole thing is hard for him. He pushed me off for a second to say "I know we both need dominance so you better believe in the future this is going to be a give and take. I am letting you have this only for tonight." And pulled me back in to continue our rough making out. I tore his button up shirt right open and off of him while he undid his pants and pulled them down. He got my pants off while I pulled my shirt over my head. We made our way into the master bedroom where Matthew has been sleeping in our boxers and socks while still kissing each other and stumbling. Matthew awkwardly too

Don't ask me how I knew, Dad usually tell me that whenever I bring up the conversation that he travels a lot. We were walking towards the stairs with Matt leading the way when my gaze shifted to the wall and my eyes landed on a large picture frame of shirtless Matthew. He was standing in the surf, with the water up to his ankle. He was only clad in a blue beach short, water was dripping down from his curly brown hair and down to his bare chest. He had a finger pressed on his abs, his lips parted slightly and he raised a palm up to his face, shielding his ocen blue eyes from the sunlight.

Matt stared at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable, then nodded once. “Noted,” he said flatly, and left the bathroom. I stood there alone, wrapped in his towel, my heart still racing. After a minute, I forced myself to move, to dry off properly, to breathe. When I finally emerged from the bathroom, I found something laid out on the bed. A white dress shirt—his, obviously—and nothing else. No pants, no underwear. Of course. Matt was across the room by the windows, pulling on a pair of gray joggers. Shirtless. Water still glistening on his chest and abs, his hair damp and messy. He looked unfairly good, and I hated that I noticed.

I pushed the door open and froze. Matt stood in the center of the room, bare-chested, a towel slung dangerously low on his hips. His skin glistened with droplets of water, his hair damp, a smaller towel in hand as he wiped slow trails across his chest and neck. Even with the fading bruise at the corner of his lip, he looked… unfairly hot. My brain stalled for a beat… long enough for him to notice my stare. His mouth curved. “Think I’m hotter than Alex?”