Paul Bettany Shirtless Novels & Stories

Her eyes were sparkling as she said, "This must be cooling." Keegan was taken aback. 'This is the kind of shirt that male strippers wear when they dance, isn't it?' "And these shorts." Stella held the shorts up with her hands. Keegan was silent when he looked at it. The shorts and the fishnet t-shirt were a set. They were tight grid boxers. And what was more demoralizing was that they were freaking crotchless pants! Stella only noticed that when she held them up. 'I was wondering why this shirt was so revealing.

"Please make the burning stop." "He hath uncovered his sister's nakedness; he shall bear his iniquity," Paul whispers as his cock stiffens, tenting the front of his sweatpants. Paul is aggravated, embarrassed and aroused, all at the same time. "You have to get dressed!" Paul insists. "You can't walk home naked!" Sharon abruptly pulls away from him and runs a few feet away.

Still, you wouldn't have that problem in the first place if you just ate right. - In our agreement, you didn't say anything about having to take off my normal appearance in front of others, and even worse being like this I feel naked. I let my eyes glide over Travis's bare arms, his BLACK tattoo, then his lean, muscular chest, showing through his tight black t-shirt before letting my eyes meet his again. - You're not practically naked! You are wearing pants and a shirt. How is that practically naked? Besides, is it so bad that all I wanted for my birthday was to see you in public in something other than your uniform?

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.

I am so going to beat him this time ,you Maxwell just pray you didn't come in front of me soon otherwise this is going to be your last day. i am in a extra-large grey men's shirt and it won't take a genius to know whose shirt is this! With white shorts ,he changed my pants too ,I am back to taking deep breaths to control myself no wonder I felt so free to move around but what I dread the most is ,I hold my shirt forward to look inside confirming my doubt , I don't have a bra on... That's it I can't take this shit anymore

My host put his empty bottle on the table, "It's hot out tonight, wanna jump in the pool?" I didn't bother with any nonsense about not having a suit, "Great Idea." We stood and undressed. I hadn't bothered with underwear so my tee and shorts were on the concrete before Frank had his polo off. I stood, my cock already half-hard and watched Paul's father undress. He gave a small laugh, "Never thought I'd be nervous getting undressed in front of another guy."

We were down in his parents’ basement, the air thick with the smell of old workout gear and concrete. Paul was shirtless, still buzzing from practice, flexing and talking shit while he shadow-wrestled. I’d just come from my own session, still in my compression shorts and sports bra, hair up in a messy ponytail. “Talk is cheap, Paul,” I said, folding my arms. “You really think you could take me?” He stopped, grinning like an idiot. “Right here and now. Unless you’re scared.” I laughed. “Fine. But let’s make it interesting. If I win, you’re my slave for a full day. Cleaning my room, doing my chores, whatever I say.”

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."

Paul's shirt was partially undone in the bathtub. The thin fabric clung to his body after being soaked in water, revealing his toned chest muscles. He turned to face the door after being startled by the commotion. His gaze was calm and composed, and his disheveled appearance made him look a little sexy. Calista was held close to him in his arms, her face as pale as a ghost. It was hard to tell if it was due to the cold or if the effects of the drug hadn't worn off yet.

Bennett sets the young boy — who I'm holding out hope might be his nephew, even if he did call him Daddy — on the couch and watches with his hands on his hips as a little boy goes back to coloring. At no point does anyone stop to explain the small child's presence in Bennett's home. Maybe I hit my head and this is all a dream. Maybe a bullet hit me after all and I'm dead. Most of my dreams starring Bennett end with him getting naked. I narrow my eyes and stare at the two of them super hard for a good four seconds, but Bennett is definitely wearing the standard Pelican Bay Security black polo shirt. Tucked into his jeans, the fabric is pulled tightly against his chest creating a nice little o