Montana Jordan Shirtless Novels & Stories

He noticed my glare and shrugged. "I didn't have time to button my shirt." he shrugged and stepped on the gas. My eyes lingered a moment longer before I finally willed myself to look away. But I couldn't erase the sight of an inked hawk stretched on his rippled chest, its claws spreading downwards to the V that disappeared into the waist of his pants. It was etched front and center of my mind. I swallowed. "Where's Jordan? You left with him...." his voice pulled me from my dangerous musings of Dante's abs, and dropped me to the bitter reality.

“You name it.” Kent and Wiley sit back down, stretching out and watching expectantly while Jordan takes his time sauntering towards me. Both his brothers are visions of glorious nakedness, works of art that would make Michelangelo’s David throw in the towel. Jordan, naked to my hungry gaze and visibly aroused, comes nearer without me having to give a come-hither glance.

he explained, staring down at me with a soft smile etched on his face. “Oh yeah, right,” I groaned, pulling myself off the couch. Sluggishly, I made my way to the bathroom, to take a quick soak. I didn’t even bother to wash my hair. I only strengthen it. I slipped into some baggy jeans, paired with a black unisex softstyle t-shirt that says “BE THE KINKY VERSION OF YOU” and my limited edition Jordans. Julian wore a white, fitting T-shirt and some gray sweatpants with it, and I couldn’t help but stare. He always looked so good without any effort whatsoever.

A table was set for two with white linen and crystal glasses. And there was Jordan. He had abandoned the suit. He wore dark jeans and a black t-shirt that clung to his biceps. He was standing by a grill, flipping steaks with focused precision. He looked less like a billionaire tyrant and more like... a man. A dangerous, incredibly attractive man. He looked up as I stepped onto the terrace. His eyes swept over the white dress, and I saw his nostrils flare. He inhaled sharply, as if he were drinking me in.

Will he return to his Hills home and completely forget about me? My heart sinks slightly, and I try to push the negative thoughts out of my mind. I return my attention to the large empty room, staring at the bed, which is directly in the center of it, with only a small nightstand beside it. Jordan keeps a few suits in the open closet and several gym bags on the floor. I notice what would seem to be a laundry basket full of clean clothes and notice that one of his T-shirts is within arm's reach, so I grab it and quickly pull it over my head.

he says and I give a snarky laugh. "For what? Look at me, while throwing your shit in my face, just to see how bad I look?" I throw at him. "Damn Sam, that's not it! Can you hear me, then you decide what you think is best." I bite my lips and take a deep breath, but I end up doing what he asked. Jordan was shirtless, with wet hair, a sign that he had taken a shower and soon after, he came here to talk to me. He's a bastard, he came that way just to take my focus away... I look into his face and see how tired he is, see the frustration seeping out of him.

Her other breast begged for justice as he brought it out and placed his mouth on it and his other hand massaging her other bud. Celestine closed her eyes and threw her head backwards, sweet soft moans left her mouth. Damien left her breast and kissed her hot lips again. He stopped suddenly and looked down at the panting little kitten under him. He removed his shirt and threw it away. His toned body was before Celestine's eyes. Something she had never noticed before. His sexy abs were before her and she was mentally counting them. His chest was broad and hard so were his muscles, there was no doubt that he worked out a lot. His muscles weren't to be exaggerated but they were just the perfect

This was because of him. “Good,” Jordan said, his voice dropping to a low growl. “Now, undo your top. Slowly.” My fingers fumbled at the buttons of my shirt. Each movement felt like an eternity, each button a struggle against an invisible force. The fabric fell open, revealing my bra, then my skin. The cool air of the room hit my chest, raising goosebumps. My cheeks flushed crimson. This was wrong. All of it. “All the way, Rumi,” Jordan urged, his voice a silken command. “Let it fall. Let him see.”

I spat on the ground in front of Jordy's feet, and grunt, "What’s the matter with you?" “Matter with me?” He retorts. “I don’t like seeing your small black paws all over her over there, that’s what’s the matter with me.” I lift my eyes up to meet Jory's eyes, then begin to take off my jacket, and shirt I'm wearing until they are thrown in a crumpled pile next to me, and I stand in only my pants. Jordy does the same. The heat of the sun and the gentle breath of the wind feel good on my bare skin.

She was wearing a white croptop and black shorts. "Guys, come quick. Jordan has finally brought a girl home..." She screamed excitedly and my jaw fell on the floor. I was wrapped in a towel and Jordan didn't care to tell me he wasn't alone.I looked at Jordan seeking an explanation but he seemed too embarassed, his face flushed and pale.