Noah Beck Shirtless Novels & Stories

and shows no sign of coming home. Bex finishes her set and squints at me. "You look terrible." "I look amazing. It's a medical fact." "You're wearing a shirt," she says suspiciously. "You never wear a shirt. Did something happen?" I'm wearing a shirt because Noah Hunter's scent is fused into my skin and I scrubbed until the water ran cold and I can still smell him, and a shirt is the closest thing I have to a strategy right now. "New policy," I say. "Professionalism."

He exhaled slowly and began unbuttoning the top of his school shirt, intending to jack off the sexual urge and clear his head before practice. He was already shirtless before getting to his locker. Then Leon reached the entrance. The instant he entered, no one was there. He listened but no sound. He moved and took a peek, Noa was shirtless and was taking off his pants. Leon's heart pounded, his own dick throbbed. Why is he undressing, did he want to shower? Leon wondered. He peeked again and Noa was butt naked with an obvious erection. He watched as he picked up his towel and walked down towards the shower stall.

Rolling the front of the robe a bit more showing off his milky white hips. And ohhh... Noah's breath hitched. His boyfriend was surely a king of seduction. He could see he wasn’t wearing any shorts. Noah stripped his clothes putting a show. His muscles flexed at every movement as he pulled off his jacket. Rolled off his tee shirt above his head. He was about to unbuckle his jeans but Ford held his hand. "Let me help you handsome". He kneeled unbuckling his jeans pulling the zipper, nuzzling the monster behind the boxers. Inhaling him deep. He pulled the boxers too and slipped off the feet along jeans.

I said, blinking up at him innocently. Nox gave me a knowing look. “Are you sure we’ll just be showering?” He asked, already unbuttoning his soaked shirt. The ache in my lower region forced me to press my thighs together as I glimpsed his rock-hard abs horizontally and vertically lined into a six pack.

Noah, his ego being too big for his own shoes to acknowledge the possibility of getting his a$$ kicked after all, just smirked at Shaylin and threw the cloth he used for polishing the blades just minutes ago over his shoulder. He wore light blue jeans and only a white cotton ribbed tank on top, his naked shoulders and huge biceps glistening under the slowly setting sun. His tattoos made a contrast to the light, looking like shadows creeping onto Noah's skin, ready to seize his arms from behind and subdue him.

Gwen I went to the room to see Noah's shirtless All he was wearing where it's very tight and it looked like he had just gotten out of the bathroom. His body was beautiful! His abs were sitting right. Not too much. He isn't as muscular as the weight lifters but you can tell that he takes good care of himself to look this way. O have never been a fan of guys looking too muscular. I feel that there should be a limit to it and Noah's body is that limit.

Wait for me in the shower. He used the toilet and then stepped into the shower, letting the water wet his naked body. A moment later, Rebekah entered the bathroom. She was wearing a plain white T-shirt and nothing else. She stepped into the shower with him, still wearing the T-shirt. At first, he wasn’t sure why, but as the T-shirt got wet, it became completely transparent and clung to her curves in a way that was somehow sexier than naked flesh.

As she was sipping on the cappuccino with her tongue licking the spec of cream on the side of her lips, Noah arrived in front of her. He was not dressed in any flashy outfit but a simple sleeveless swear shirt and a pair of shorts. Shannon stared at him with blood shot eyes. She placed her cup down onto the saucer and tapped her long nails onto the table. “Are you seriously wearing… that?” She asked with disgust. It was humiliating for her to be seating with him like that. A crowd of whispers soon filled her ears, causing her even more embarrassment. “What’s wrong with this?” Noah questioned with a dumbstruck tone as he flexed his muscles to impress her.

What the hell was this? Huge, high-res images bloomed open across his screen. Noah. Shirtless. His damp skin practically glistening, framed in moody shadows against a steam-filled locker room. A weight bench. A gym floor. A towel slung too low across his hips. And the goddamn sock? Not on his feet. Of course not. One image had it tucked into the waistband of Noah’s boxers like some kind of playful accessory. Another had the thing dangling from Noah’s teeth as he winked straight into the lens.

“Just relax.” Noah pulled me closer, getting me all wet right along with him under the spray. “Noah… “ I looked right at him, searching his face, seeing how dead serious he was. He wasn’t joking around. Every time he talked about Becky, I could see the pain and anger in his eyes. His strong arms wrapped tight around my waist. Even though we were both soaked, I could feel the warmth radiating off his body. “You really shouldn’t walk in on me when I’m naked, Casey.”