Noah Beck Shirtless Novels & Stories

I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the unease. We made our way toward the beach, and the sight of the golden sand and sparkling waves was breathtaking. I was dressed in a long, flowing Egyptian skirt that wrapped around my waist, designed to cover my legs but still allow for a glimpse of the swim trunks underneath. Noah, meanwhile, looked effortlessly handsome in his swim shorts, his bare chest glistening in the sunlight.

He wore short gray pantaloons underneath that left very little to the imagination. Her cheeks burned as Noah briskly unbuttoned his white shirt. He yanked it off, exposing the full beauty of his chest. Lawrence sucked in her breath. The only things missing were his unfurled wings. Noah was so impeccably gorgeous--and he seemed to have no idea of the effect he was having on her by standing there in his underwear. She gulped, fanning herself. Is it hot in here?

I brought out my key card and opened the door and was surprised to see Noah shirtless in less than a minute from getting in. His pants laid low on his hips and I fought the temptation to lick my lips since his eyes were trained on me. His biceps glistened with a thin sheen of sweat. The sight of Noah's sculpted physique sent a surge of heat through my body, and I bit my lip, trying to contain the wave of desire that washed over me. His low-slung pants accentuated his toned hips, and I couldn't help but imagine running my hands along the defined muscles of his chest. He leaned against the nearby wall, exuding a raw masculinity that was impossible to resist. The combination of his rugged physi

I muttered under my breath. Click. The bathroom door opens. Baekhoon steps out, damp hair falling slightly across his forehead, wearing only a pair of shorts, his torso bare. My eyes snap to him reflexively. Again. Shirtless. But by now, I’ve grown somewhat used to it — just a little. Baekhoon has practically poisoned me with sights like these, again and again.

He adds a second finger, stretching me carefully, curling them just right. My body clenches around him, another wave building. A third finger joins, and the fullness is intensely overwhelming. Bordering on too much, yet not enough. The second orgasm rips through me even harder, leaving me trembling and breathless. Noah rises from above me, shedding his tie, shirt, and pants until only his briefs remain. My eyes widen at the thick, intimidating outline straining against the fabric. He’s all hard, rippling muscle, broad shoulders, defined chest, abs that flex with every movement.

At least he didn't put on a shirt. “I'll be right back.” He leaned over the bed and kissed me. I reached up, and made sure to show him exactly what he was coming back to. He made a low sound of masculine approval as he broke away and hurried to the front door. “Beth, I told you,” he said, opening the door. “No business today.” I slid out of bed, wrapping the sheet around my body and peeking out the bedroom door. I couldn't see Beth, but I had an excellent view of Noah's backside. I had plans for that backside... I wanted him out of those shorts and back in bed.

I ordered the maid. “Yes, sir,” she nodded. I made my way to the pool, and when I got there, I saw Noah in the water. He pushed himself up to the edge, water dripping from his body onto the floor as he hauled himself out. He was shirtless, and my eyes couldn’t help but linger on the lines of his six-pack abs. Slowly, my gaze drifted down to his thin, wet shorts. Damn. I could see… everything. He was… big. Way bigger than I expected.

As she blushed deeply his look of bafflement turned to a shy smile. "Turn around." Cora said as she stood up and started unbuttoning her shirt. She was going to regret her actions later but she wasn't going to pass up the chance to swim with Noah. Noah slowly turned and Cora admired the large tattoo that covered the entirety of his muscled back. He had stripped down to his underwear and left only his black boxer briefs in view. The boxer briefs which hugged his buttocks perfectly. Cora slowly took off her shirt and shrugged off her skirt. Her underwear was decent enough so she didn't feel too shy about showing off.

The mixture clung to my skin and made my nose wrinkle. My skin was still hot from the endless laps, water dripping down my back and chest as I stood at my locker with a towel wrapped low around my waist. The rough fabric clung to my damp hips, threatening to slip at any second. “Yo, Will!” Noah came striding up completely naked, dick swinging freely without a single fuck given, grinning like the idiot he was. Droplets of water rolled down his abs as he stopped right in front of me, way too close for comfort.

“Now.” With shaking fingers, Noah shrugged out of his shirt, tossing it aside. The cool air hit his skin, goosebumps rising instantly. The man’s eyes roamed over his chest like he was inspecting prey. “Stand up.” Noah stood. “Strip.” The word came low, final. Noah’s pulse hammered. His hands trembled as he unbuckled his belt, pushed his slacks down, standing in only his briefs. His cock was already hard, the fabric damp with pre-cum.