Noah Beck Shirtless Novels & Stories

Practice would still be going, and it wasn’t like they needed me there. When I finally reached the field, they were already halfway through a drill. Players zigzagged across the grass, shouting calls, throwing passes. Laughter mixed with the thud of cleats hitting the ground. And there was Noah. Shirtless. Obviously. His back muscles flexed as he jogged across the field, catching a pass and spinning it before sending it down the line. Hair damp with sweat. Chest gleaming in the sun. He didn’t even try to be subtle about it.

I should probably shut up now. The last bell rang and my heart lurched into my throat. I took my bag , arranged my hair and headed for the bleachers, that part of school is usually free today so we were actually going to be alone, I might get shot with a silencer the second, I get there and by the time TB comes for me my body is already out cold. ‘Hey, I heard a voice whisper from behind me and I turned sharply Beck. He was dressed in a tank tee shirt, a sleeveless hoodie and a pair of baggy shirts and trainers with knee high socks.

As Beau walks by me, he flicks at the tag. “Odd the way they design shirts nowadays,” he teases. “It almost looks inside out.” My face burns with embarrassment. I can’t correct my shirt without taking it off, and they both know it. Two sets of eyes are on me, as if waiting to see what I’ll do. Fuck it, I think, and tug off my shirt. Both of these men have seen me naked before. What reason do I have to be such a prude anymore?

“I cannot believe this.” Becca exclaimed making me chuckle. “uhm, lets get you your schedule. Noah why don’t you tag along to collect yours too?” I suggested and he nodded to my surprise. “do you know what Daniel meant by the Noah King?” I asked Becca even though Noah was right beside me, he does not seem to care and I think he has this expressionless façade to hold up to so why not make the most of it? “Noah is a state winning champion in football.”

I cough out water from my mouth like a fountain and take in a breath of fresh air, reminiscing how I could have could've died seconds ago I didn't know how to swim. With a hand, I wipe off the water running down my face to glare at an unconcerned looking Noah. "You pushed me!" I yell. "Tell me something I don't know." I'm still trying to gasp for air, not believing he's cool with almost killing a person. "It's smaller than I thought." I frown deeply. "What?" "I can see through your shirt." I gaze down my body. The slight white fabric of a shirt I wore is now glued to my chest provocatively, the white bikini bra I wore under too isn't doing much covering of my flesh so I huff out a breath in

After three buttons are undone, I can see the splatter of his blond chest hair. “What are you doing?” I whisper, half-panicked as I watch him all too closely. Even as my gaze is focused solely on his fingers as they continue to undo each button, I feel Beck’s gaze watching me intently. “I’m starving. And sorry to disappoint, I have no apron. Can’t get this shirt dirty. So I’ll just have to…” He leaves the rest of what he was going to say up to the imagination as he quickly untucks his shirt and undoes the last button.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Noah lifted her shirt higher, exposing her bare skin to the cool air of the room. He almost ripped Belle’s shirt and threw it somewhere, leaving her in nothing but her bra. Noah’s gaze lowered to her chest, a predatory gleam in his eyes as he took in the sight of her. Without a word, his fingers slid under the straps of her bra, pulling them down her shoulders before reaching behind to unclasp it. The fabric fell away, revealing her bare breasts and Belle felt a surge of heat flood her cheeks. Noah’s eyes darkened, his lips curving into a slow, satisfied smile as he took in her exposed form. “Beautiful." He whispered, sending a thrill through her.

Then Noah grinned. “Thought you’d never ask.” I had barely had the chance to breath before he started undressing me. Noah pulled my T-shirt over my head to reveal a turquoise lace bra, I bit my lip and looked at him in the eye. “In fact, I’d prefer if you did.” “Well, if you insist,” I heard him say, He was stripping slowly as if he wanted to savor every moment. Throwing the T-shirt over the side of the room, Noah moved closer, wearing only his inner shorts. I gave a gentle tug on the corner of his towel. “You can lose this, you know.” I muttered.

“This screams funeral.” “Perfect,” August chirps. "Let's make sure he doesn't ask you out again." Noah stays true to his word and he arrives ten minutes to the set time. He has on a simple black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his slightly muscular arms, and beige slacks. His hair is combed neatly to the back and I think it's fair to say he looks... charming. "Hi," he greets with a sheepish grin when I pull the door open.

Just as I was about to knock the second time, the door creaked open, leaving my hand hanging midair. And at the threshold of the door. Stood a god in all his glory. And there I knew. I absolutely, could not, do this. Ace Beckham was shirtless. I gasped, watching as droplets of water drifted from his wet hair, trailing down his well defined abs that begged to be worshipped. Rolling down his skin and into his… Oh heavens. The goddess above fucking take me. He was trouser-less too. A towel hung low on his waist, the scent of strawberry after shower filling my nostrils as I stared at the V that was so visible through the towel.