Rider Strong Shirtless Novels & Stories

He continued guiding the route and I continued following him but…. I had to stop myself and guess, close my eyes too. Out of nowhere, he starts taking off his shirt and then his white t-shirt which he was wearing. What the hell? Am I supposed to close my eyes or open them? I have not seen any men shirtless before. What should I do? I tried peeking through my fingers while covering my eyes with my hands. So this is how they look like when men are shirtless. I have, not for a moment had imagined a guy can be so attractive without a shirt. His perfect 8 abs, white but bit tanned skin, broad arms….How can someone be so perfect?

Well, tight enough to show off that he has huge muscles covering his torso, and the short sleeves reveal his huge biceps. It doesn't leave a great deal to the imagination, allowing my mind to run through multiple scenarios that I really shouldn't be thinking about, all involving his shirt off. I struggle to maintain my composure and smile as I feel a flush gradually creeping up my body as I start to walk forwards. As I make my way over, he stands, and I see he is wearing jeans but not normal ones. Clearly, they are for wearing when riding a bike. The waistline is high, the knees are reinforced, and they are quite tight.

Going down in a blaze of glory or something? He stripped his shirt off and laid it on his bag. He flexed his muscles as he kicked off his shoes. His track pants he left on for now. Menacing threats and intimidation were never as effective among men when naked with their pricks swinging about. Unless you're hung like Kody.

Ryder’s face tightened as he watched Dominique furtively. He curled his fists as his pulse quickened. Dominique was shirtless and had laid a plaid on the rocky outcrop, which he had marked to sleep with Lyle. He removed his dagger with its sheath from his belt and placed it on the side. Then he picked up Lyle and set her on the plaid. But why the hell was he shirtless? Was he trying to show her his youth or how fit he was? Dominique brushed her hair to the side and looked at her with fondness that didn’t sit well with Ryder.

he says. My eyes go wide when he takes off his shirt, exposing his broad chest. He is looking so macho in my eyes I can't help but bite my lips. “It's getting hot in here, isn't it?” I also remove the robe that covers my skin, exposing the thin fabric of the white strap top and tiny cycling shorts I am wearing underneath. “Such a good teaser, huh?” he says as his eyes roam my entire body. “Of course. You're not the only one who's good at it,” I wink.

I flash Enzo a bewildered smile, before telling him I'll catch up with him later as my impatient mate hauls me off around campus to where only he knows. We pass a group of students, some doing a double take of him as he walks uninterested in the scenery around him. Rider is decked in a grey sleeveless shirt that portrays his strong toned arms, while the other half of him is clad in dark jeans with matching sneakers. His hair is cropped and faded, face cleanly shaved and when I lean in closer to take a whiff of him, my smile spreads wider. Rider makes a sharp turn at the end of the wall, throwing us into darkness as he braces me against the rough panel.

Ryder was standing right there. He was towering over me, blocking the sun like a dark god. And oh my God. He was wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung black board shorts. His entire upper body was on display—the broad, muscular chest, the rippling abs, the V-lines that pointed straight down to his crotch. And the bulge. Goodness me, the bulge in his shorts was massive, a thick, heavy outline that drew my eyes like a magnet. "You're burning, niece," his voice was a low, gravelly drawl that sent shivers racing down my sweaty spine.

I asked again wanting a confirmation but Ryder didn't seem ready to answer that. Without saying anything he motions to unbutton his shirt. "What are you doing?" I asked when he pulled it off. I stared at his naked body. His perfect arbs and I notice that one of his nipples is pierced. I want to run my land over the metallic ring. Does it hurt? "Will you stop ogling me?" I smiled and looked away. My cheeks heats up in embarrassment. He caught me checking him out. Clearing my throat I asked him. "Why did you take off your shirt"

The riders all got off their bikes and the few that wore helmets quickly pulled them off. "Why the fuck are we here? What could any of you possibly want?" Shooter, ever the hothead spat at us as they lined up to face us. I glanced over the men that had come. Uncles and cousins along with my brothers, my father and Margo's father and brother and a few others. Viper seemed to stare at Margo for a moment but then quickly focused on me. Bear did the same thing. Shooter glared at Nat but then followed suit and looked at me. Most of the group ended up staring at me. What was that about? I glanced over at Joker who just shrugged at me and then gestured for me to speak.

I couldn’t help but find him and the whole situation sexy. Ryu was wearing a sleeveless white shirt which left his arm muscles exposed. The more he moved, the more they coiled and flexed beautifully. Like a work of art. The vein lines were visible and his arms have never been so attractive to me before. I could just picture him pinning me down with them and having his way with me. Not to forget the fact that the shirt did nothing to hide his abs. In fact, they were accentuated for I could see all the lines and ridges of his muscular chest. Even the big pecs. And then those strong jean clad thighs… oh lord...