Matt Barr Nude Novels & Stories

Summer took a deep breath and undid the button and zipper on hers. Matt followed suit. "On three?" His teasing smile melted her heart. Summer grinned back. "One." "Two." Matt tucked his thumbs into his waistband, making it obvious his boxers were dropping along with his khakis. Summer did likewise. She took a deep breath, loving the way the rising of her chest made his eyes darken. "Three." Both of them shoved shorts and underwear to the floor. Matt's gaze smoldered as he studied Summer's nude form. She resisted the urge to cover anything with her hands. How long since she'd had a wax? Six months? A year? She hoped he didn't mind her au naturel.

If I stopped at this point, we both would probably end up losing our minds. When the spell was finally done, the breath that I had been holding escaped my lips as a strong gust. I was so drained that I sat there like a corpse; still, unmoving. I didn’t even have the energy to take my hand off his forehead. “Valence! Let me go!” Nivaan shouted as he sat up with a gasp. “I need to go and meet Emilia. She is about to give…..” His voice trailed as his gaze landed on me. “Who are you?” His eyes widened, “Are you here to stop me from meeting my mate?”

It’s comforting. “Cynthia! this is Matty, our best bartender in the house but fair warning. Don’t hit on him because now matter how hot he is, he has a mate, a fierce one. Just yesterday she threatened my boobs when she saw me smiling with her mate.” Mira said with a smirk. The Matty is question is a large man with bulky muscles and a moustache which suits him.

Matt lowered his hands from her breasts, but not before rubbing her tight, swollen nipples with skilful fingers as he kissed her again with erotic thoroughness before pulling back from her and calmly stripping off. Faced by a totally naked Matt, she could not stop staring. He was all hard muscle, and sleek golden skin, from his broad chest down to his taut, flat stomach, and lean hips. A ribbon of paler skin circled the top of his powerful thighs. He was so beautiful, she thought, and it was her last sensible thought. Eyes widening, her face burning along with every other inch of her body. She was confronted by a magnificently virile aroused male and she could not tear her gaze away.

I nodded and carefully glanced at Matt, not sure what to expect. Damn. My heartbeat was gearing toward stroke. His flared nostrils and I-want-you-now stare had me debating voyeurism. Who knew my carefully controlled best friend had all this inside him? Cool and collected on the surface, politely friendly with people, and an animal behind closed doors. Not that he hadn't taken me in a slow seduction either, but the look he was shooting me said his beast was barely caged. The background faded to white noise as I leaned on the bar, face inches from his. "Thanks for the song inspiration."

I was quickly losing the battle as the water was draining rather quickly. “When you are finished, we are talking this out,” Matt says as he looks at me. Realizing I am naked, he takes a step back shocked himself. I am not sure what he expected when he walked in. Fortunately, I had not been in the process of getting out of the tub. That would have been more embarrassing.

Matteo stood before me bare, wearing his emotions, literally because he wasn't putting on any clothes. His eyes held a lot of information that I couldn't even perceive, he stood stark naked in his Adam form and what was showing his genuinity in that conversation, he wasn't hard, that's a first. For the first time even though he was naked, he wasn't thinking with his dick, he wanted a real conversation not just mindless foreplay or possible sex, he wasn't playing any mind games or whatsoever it was just two people talking.

I whispered threateningly, "Hey, Hela, we've got a game soon, and we'll see who wins first." I rushed downstairs, prepared two glasses of wine, mixed one of them with the ashwagandha flower I had taken from the garden, and climbed upstairs. When I saw him, as soon as I walked into the room, I gulped with excitement. The Alpha has just finished his bathroom and emerged from the toilet, wrapping his lower half in a little towel. His dark black hair was dripping water droplets that made their way into his forehead, cheeks, and neck, flowing down his muscular shoulders and chest temptingly.

But I had no intention of giving it away. Instead, I held it up, high enough for them all to see the seal. “The Moon Matron line,” I said. “Forgotten, not broken.” The room fell silent. Then, from behind the dais, a door opened and Daxon entered. Every time he walked into a room, it was like the oxygen shifted. He was dressed in formal black, no tie, his shirt open just enough to reveal the mark at the base of his throat a faint crescent scar that pulsed faintly under the light.

he grinned at the thick brunnette that was licking a man off. The club went silent. "Hey bro! Is that Matthew Beans?" The dj yelled and the women giggled knowing what was going down soon. "Nah... let the music boom." Matt winked at the dj that had nothing on except a boxer. Tattoo covered his whole body like he'd just been dipped in ink. He grinned as well and pressed a button... the whole place scattered...women dancing, men drinking, the smell of arousals, alcohol and so on. Matt slided into a chair at the counter and winked at the female bartender..