Noah Beck Shirtless Novels & Stories

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

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.

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.

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.

Things were quiet the next few minutes until Becky came down. Her hair was still damp from showering, and she was only wearing a T shirt that barely covered the cheeks of her sumptuous ass. Underneath, her large tits wobbled freely and conspicuously. Chad couldn't help taking a deep breath at the sight of her, and Becky responded with the biggest, brightest grin he'd ever seen. She didn't show the slightest embarrassment over the fact that everyone in the room could probably hear her cries of ecstasy not long before.

We stand in a line waiting for the guards and warriors to finish their warm up run. My heart skips when I see Beckett shirtless, jogging into the pavilion next to Caleb with the group. The sun filters through the trees making shadows and light dance over his delicious looking abs. He juts his chin and gives me a big smile, making me avert my eyes. Freya giggles at my reaction and wiggles her eyebrows at me.

The summer heat had teeth, sharp and merciless, gnawing through cotton T-shirts and the thin fabric of restraint. I had no business being here. But I was. In Kelsey's kitchen, sipping cheap lemonade from a plastic cup, legs tucked under me on the high stool—trying very, very hard not to glance at the man standing by the open fridge. Noah. Her older brother. He was shirtless. Again. Of course he was. “You always stare like that?” he asked, without looking up, casually reaching for a water bottle. His back flexed, muscles shifting under golden skin like a quiet dare.

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.