Noah Beck Shirtless Novels & Stories

When he opened it, I basically fell inside like a wreck — butt straight on the floor, gasping for air like I just ran a fucking marathon. And there he was. Noah. Shirtless. Wet hair messy like he had just stepped out of the shower, shorts hanging low on his hips, water still dripping down those rock-hard abs and wide-ass shoulders. He didn’t say anything at first. Just stretched out those massive arms and pulled me to my feet like I weighed nothing. God. I didn’t know what made my heart race harder — seeing him half naked in that tiny room, or the crazy, out-of-nowhere thought that flashed through my brain about being wrapped up in those arms.

I shivered in fear as I feared what was happening. Why was he telling Noah to take off his shirt? What was underneath it? I hadn't seen Noah shirtless before, but I had seen him sleeveless and there was nothing there except for his normal tattoos. "Fuck off Drew!" Noah said through clenched teeth. "I don't belong to anyone" Even from here I could hear the dear in Noah's voice as his voice shook slightly. The guys around him laughed. "Take off the shirt, Noah. You seem to have forgotten. Or rather let the guys help you remember" Drew said, acting cocky as he smirked at Noah who looked uncomfortable.

“Absolutely.” I allow myself more than one glance at his glorious torso, shedding off my clothing as well so I’m only standing in my bra and underwear. No one is around, as Noah chases me playfully into the waves, the cold water splashing up my legs before I dive in. When I emerge, the tips of my toes are only just touching the sand below, the waves pushing me up before pulling me back down. Noah emerges beside me, shaking his hair in a way that sends droplets spraying across me.

Instead, I was Becca’s moral support, and looking at what she put me in, I was definitely taking one for the team. “You know how I feel about this crap,” I mumbled with unapproving glances in the mirror at the attire she had picked for me. The tight black dress with the midriff cut out, was definitely not something I would have picked out but I had to admit it fit me like a glove accentuating every single curve of my body. “We don’t even hang out with these people. Are you sure you don’t want to just… stay in and binge-eat food and watch a movie?” “No,” she snorted as she reapplied her pink lipstick for the fourth time. “If Noah thinks that he can act that way and that he isn’t replaceable…

What is he thinking? " Aiden...!" Noah called out softly, but Aiden didn't respond. " Aiden...!!! He tried again louder this time. Aiden suddenly turned around and saw Noah standing at the bathroom door shirtless and only in a towel. Aiden's breath hitched, and his eyes almost popped out. He stared at Noah's compact frame, which was solid, well-proportioned, and dripping with water. His fingers twitched, and he had a sudden urge to touch and caress the toned muscles on his chest.

Noah said, then yawned and stretched as he stood, before reaching back and grabbing his ass to scratch it. Lexon scrunched his nose up, grossed out when he watched the little fluffy white-haired Omega who was wearing nothing but a white t-shirt and boxers, scratch his ass in front of him. Noah's boxers were hiking up a little too high for Lexon's liking as he scratched his ass. "Jesus, wear some clothes!" Lexon said, disgusted. "Solve your identity crisis!" Noah hollered back as he left the room and pulled the door shut quietly.

Noah had organized everything carefully. “Come on Claire! Let's do the foreplay now. I can't wait to enjoy your beautiful body.” Noah unbuttoned his shirt one by one. Then he threw it in any direction. After that, Noah also took off his belt. While he looked at Claire who was silent. But sweat started to appear around her neck and forehead. Then Noah approached Claire again with his body almost naked. Only the triangular cloth wrapped around his waist. “Noah... Please let me go!” Claire whimpered.

“It’s just one of those things you have to work through over time. It’s like the flu. You gotta let it run its course.” I nodded. “Yeah, you’re right.” Noah came out of his room a moment later, wearing his khakis, his slip-on navy shoes, and a matching navy polo with the POSHA emblem embroidered on a tiny pocket on the right side. I couldn’t help the grin that spread on my face, and I held out my arms for him. “C’mere, little wolf,” I growled.

The door was slightly ajar, and soft sounds of movement and heavy breathing drifted out. I stopped right at the edge of the doorframe, pressing my back against the wall, and peeked in through the gap. Oh. My. God. He was there. Shirtless. Gone were the suits, the crisp shirts, the buttons, the ties. He was wearing only dark grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, no shirt, no shoes, nothing else. His back was to me, hands gripping the pull-up bar high above him, and he was moving—smoothly.

A dark, shameful part of him, a part he buried under layers of arrogance and privilege, felt a terrifying spark of excitement at the man's raw dominance. "Okay," Noah whispered, his eyes fixed on the floor. "I'll do it." "Okay, what?" Gage's voice was like steel. "Okay... Daddy." The smile on Gage's face was pure triumph. "Good. We start now. Strip." Noah's hands trembled as he pulled his designer t-shirt over his head. He let it fall to the oily concrete floor. He kicked off his expensive sneakers and peeled off his socks. His jeans were next. He could feel Gage's hungry gaze on him as he unbuttoned them and shoved his designer boxers down, leaving him naked and vulnerable in the middle of