Neckline Stubble Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

A mild stubble maps his lower and upper jaw. "Done checking me out?" he questions. I shake my head, and a ghost of a smile graces the corner of his lips. His eyes are deep and sharp, but his full lower lip pouts slightly, which makes him look a little less terrifying. He looks more like the owner of an underground fight club or a mafia don than a businessman. My eyes move down to his chest where a few hairs peek out from the two unbuttoned buttons of his shirt. There's an arrow tattoo peeking through. It's either new or I missed it yesterday.

Then I traced his ears before running along his jaw and down his neck. As far as I could tell, he was attractive, though I had a more limited example pool than most people. His jaw was strong with a slight indent at the base, and some stubble covered his face. His facial hair must grow quickly, as I would guess he shaved recently. His lips felt like they had a perfect bow to the upper lip, which was thinner than the lower lip that was plump but only in comparison to his upper lip.

I said, my cheeks flushing bright red, causing him to chuckle. I shook my head softly at him and then stepped into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, washed off, and cleaned up. When I was done, I put on his robe. It was huge on me, swallowing my body completely. I caught sight of my neck in the mirror again. The hickey hadn’t faded at all. My eyes widened. Then I glanced lower, noticing there was another hickey at my chest area. “Shit.” I muttered under my breath. At least that one wouldn’t be visible. It was low enough that my clothes would cover it. But the one on my neck was going to be a problem.

All of them had Jet black hair, that was the only thing common in their features. The one sitting in the middle had curly hair, his sharp features stood drawing most of the attention toward his gorgeously shaped face, the chiseled jawline, light stubble, and full lips. A tattoo etched from the lower end of his jaw and disappeared under his t-shirt, He looked...enchanting.

A day or two worth of stubble covered his lower face. ‎He looked tired but still managed a small, lop- sided smile for me. His black hair was a mess, looking as if he'd spent a good portion of the day running his fingers through it. Full lips and dark eyes. Having taken the picture from directly in front, I could see he had a large adam's apple and broad shoulders. His shirt, from what I could see, was completely white.

Next to him, in his brown denim jacket and loose black vest underneath with a tiger tooth necklace around his neck, his shaggy, dirty blonde hair, and 3-day stubble, she looks like quite a bore. “Nervous?”, “Yeah, a little bit. Taking a break from in there?”, she gesticulates to mean from his head; “Mmhmm. I really want to get some writing done this weekend” “Don’t worry, my mum is going to love you. We’ve come prepared”, he jokes and the last thing she remembers is his hand reaching out for hers and the warm feel of his lips against the back of her palm. She can still feel the light tingle of his stubble brushing against her skin.

He was rolling with laughter. "You should have seen your face," I rolled my eyes and pushed him away from me. "Stop doing that," I started to fix us both a plate ignoring his sexy face. How can someone look like this when they wake up? His hair was disheveled making him look sexier. He had a day-old stubble and I wanted to run my hands to feel it. It is a sin to look this hot. I wondered why he didn't take up modeling.