Neckline Stubble Novels & Stories

“I promise, pet, I will never call you that again.” “See?” Jolene shifted in his arms and looked up at him. “That’s why you’re different.” Neo smiled down at her. He tucked some of her hair behind her ear and cupped her neck in his large hand. Smiling down he couldn’t help but chuckle at the tie-died shirt with surfing skeletons on it. In the week that they had been here, her skin had taken on a healthy tanned glow and her hair had gentle highlights in it. His own skin was a little darker than usual and he had a strange tan line across his thighs from rarely worn shorts. Sure, he wore them to work out and train. But they were not something that he wore on a regular basis.

Kisses trailed from her shoulders to her collarbone, with the stubble following suit. Bella finally couldn't help but fall backward onto the soft bed, and the two of them tumbled into its embrace. Their bodies intertwined, their gazes locked like glue, not a single word spoken for a long time, just entangled in each other's eyes. The unspoken emotions distorted the air, seemingly ready to ignite at any moment. Her fingers traced along the firm jawline to the chin, feeling the itchiness from the stubble, the smile of contentment never leaving her lips since she first saw him. She suddenly realized she had never seen him like this before, with stubble? She suddenly realized men have facial hai

Sculpted to perfection. While he is still looking down, my eyes roam over his perfectly tanned skin and every carved-out muscle. I see the two swallow tattoos, one on either side of his neck. His one arm is covered in ink, beautiful images and I wonder what they represent and what story they hold. His shoulders are huge and shredded, and his chest… I swallow… I see the top of his rock-hard abs showing above the counter. And my eyes catch something glistening. Is that… a stud? His left nipple has a piercing. My eyes check his other nipple... nope, just one. Why is that so sexy on him?

It keeps on ringing and I know it is not going to so I reluctantly get up and pick up the video call. “You look like shit.” These are the first words that come out of Nickolas’s mouth as he appears on the screen. He is not wrong though, my hair is a mess as it stands up fully, I can not even remember the last time I held a comb to it or anything for that matter. Beneath my disheveled hair, I can feel the makings of a tangled beard growing without restraint. I run my hand through it, a labyrinth of wayward whiskers, each one taking its own unruly course. Some strands were long and wiry, while others sprouted in unexpected directions, forming an asymmetrical beard that seemed to defy conventio

His dark eyes are shining with a light that was missing last year, but there is still a shadow there lingering at the back. There is a light amount of stubble on his cheeks and chin, but I can tell it is not just morning growth, it has been maintained at this length and it suits him. I have a strange urge to run my fingers over it and have to clench my fist to stop myself from reaching out to touch him.

“Careful, you’ll develop a wrinkle there,” She gave a fake laugh. “Y-yeah..” Reaching his home, she directly walked over to his father’s room. Nico secretly tried to eavesdrop, but the thick walls were soundproofed. Sighing, he gave up and walked over to his room to take a warm bath. Nicolai stripped all his clothes and gazed at his reflection. The spot on the left of his neck was bright red with few nails marks. “Fuck,” he smeared some Vaseline on it. Well, it didn’t help one bit. it was still red and raw.

His skin was smooth without any blemishes, and he breathed steadily and for a moment Nirvana found herself unconsciously trying to synchronize her breathing with his. Her eyes trailed down further, sweeping over his sharp jawline, adam apple, the tiny mole on his neck just beneath his ear before stopping right at his collarbone or beneath it to be precise, there was a smaller part of something that was inked to his body peeking through the neckline of his shirt.

The slight scratch of the stubble of his jaw on my exposed skin. God!

Tim delighted in the soothing warmth of Lane's tongue, though his rough stubble was less than comfortable on the sensitive skin between his legs. Lane stood and removed his jockstrap. His cock was long, not as long as Jackson's, but longer than most. He shaved his pubic area bare, which supposedly made his dick look bigger, but contrasting with his otherwise normally hairy body, it was a bit odd-looking to Tim's eye.