Noah Beck Shirtless Novels & Stories

he instructed before ending the call. With a sheepish grin, I returned the phone to my bag. In that moment, it suddenly seemed ridiculous that I endured months of agony when a straightforward conversation could have cleared up all the misunderstandings. How incredibly foolish I've been! "Cassandra !" I raised my gaze, and there stood Noah , positioned amidst the bouncers, exuding a charm that surpassed my recollections. His appeal was heightened by his attire—a sleek black Balmain T-shirt, accompanied by black jeans and pristine white Yeezy sneakers. It's no wonder any rational woman with a pulse wouldn't wish to be his girlfriend. Even more so, why wouldn't any woman desire to be the mother

I'll go out with him and even fuck him if it meant the truth. Screw Dad, Jack and everyone else who was hiding something from me. The door to the changing room opened and Noah stepped out wearing a dark green T-Shirt with black jeans and a black jacket and I immediately gave him a thumbs up with a smile but that didn’t last long I felt my guts twisting. For fuck's sake, even here. How did he find me?

His eyes glazed and half-closed, their watery appearance both evoking pity and a ruthless urge to ‘bully’ him viciously in all sorts of inappropriate ways. The oversized white t-shirt looked as if it would slip off Noah’s shoulders at any moment, revealing his delicate collarbone and a part of his shoulder. The urge to pull the shirt entirely off was overwhelming, overpowering, maddening. All it would take to reveal everything that should and should not be seen was a single tug. All it would take was a simple bow of the head, and then he’d be able to press his lips upon that soft white skin, to nibble and bite and leave his mark of ownership for all to see.

"I was under the impression that I already was." His laughter was little more than a wheeze. "Oh, yeah. You are. But . . .could I ask you-would you take off your dress? Seeing you on your knees with your mouth on my dick is the most insanely hot thing-but it would be even better if you were naked. Please. If you don't mind." "Mind?" I tilted my head. "I don't think so. Give me just a minute." Reaching down, I grasped the hem of my dress and slowly, sensually, peeled it off my body. I wasn't wearing a bra, only a tiny lace thong. The way Noah's gaze greedily consumed me, I decided he liked the view.

Make sure you do it every time you go to work and also when you come home from work," Sharon later said. With her awkward smile, Irene couldn't help but remain silent, while Noah could only sigh and wipe his lips with his hand. *** Irene lay in bed, staring at her cellphone screen, as Noah, who was in the bathroom, began to walk outside. Noah continued to walk towards the closet with only a towel wrapped around his waist to his knees. “Aaaah!!” When Irene saw Noah walking shirtless, she screamed and covered her eyes with her hands. "Don't be so hysterical, I know my body is very beautiful," Noah said as he took pajamas from his closet.

The air left my lungs in a rush. Noah was standing at the foot of my bed. The door was wide open behind him—I hadn't locked it. Shit. He was shirtless, his jeans unbuttoned and hanging low on his hips, his eyes dark and wild as they took in the sight of me. Me, with my legs wide, my fingers buried inside my own pussy, and my chest heaving. I tried to scramble backward, to pull my shirt down, but I was too slow. In two strides, he was at the edge of the bed. He didn't say a word as he grabbed my ankles and hauled me toward him, forcing my legs even wider.

She clicked through to his page. There weren't many posts. Noah clearly wasn't the type to document his life in real time. But what was there made her stomach do something complicated. A photo from maybe six months ago. Him at the gym, shirtless, mid workout. Sweat gleaming on his shoulders and abs, muscles defined in a way that should be illegal. He wasn't posing, wasn't even looking at the camera. Someone had caught him mid rep and he looked focused, intense, completely unaware he was being photographed.

Noah emerged from the bathroom, his hair damp and his eyes gleaming with a refreshed intensity. He strode into his closet, the soft rustle of clothes and the creak of hangers filling the air as he searched for the perfect outfit. Hazel's eyes followed him, her gaze drawn to the strong lines of his back and the muscular contours of his arms. After a moment, Noah reappeared, his choice of attire a testament to his effortless style. He wore black joggers, the fabric clinging to his legs in a way that accentuated his athletic build. A white hoodie complemented the outfit, its simplicity a perfect foil to the chiseled features of his face. The overall effect was one of relaxed sophistication as i

My eyes just closed without my command, and my hand squeezed Noah's broad chest. Noah let go of his kiss and put some distance between us. My eyes opened, and were surprised by Noah's appearance at that time. He was not wearing clothes anymore, only shorts and shirtless Noah exposing his broad chest. On the right side of Noah's chest is a tattoo shaped like a wolf surrounded by strange symbols. Every symbol has a small crown. I didn't understand and was just stunned to see Noah's appearance.

He was shirtless and had his back turned, his boy was tanned, and boy was he ripped, his arms were huge, I know they were from the clothes he wore but seeing him bareback was a different story. “Taking your fill I see” shit, I've been caught staring.