Rider Strong Shirtless Novels & Stories

He pushed the question away, his focus locking onto the man he was pleasuring. The white undershirt Ryder wore had gotten soaked through with sweat during the game, so the material clung to his torso, tight and transparent. The grooves of his abs and his hard, pink nipples were clearly visible. Ryder had his free hand on his left hip and he now had his eye closed, head tipped back slightly. For a moment, Nathan was glad he was doing a good job and a moment later he was horrified that thought had occurred to him at all. It's just survival instinct, he told himself, the better I do the less they'll hurt me and the gentler they'll be.

Freya passes a evil smile to Joseph. "Alright" Jospeh was taking his position when. "Do in Shirtless" random girl screams "Are you serious girl?? Jospeh asked her shocked. "Yes! Ryan now we all should see something interesting rightttt" "Yes obviously Jospeh sir c'mon" ryan wink Joseph remove his coat and the shirt he was wearing showing off gis biceps. Slowly he remove his shirt. 6 fit tall boy with 6 packs, damn strong biceps, fair complexion.

I hastened to unbutton his shirt, and he peeled it off his body. My eyes fell on his ripped abs and chest muscles and my throat dried. It wasn’t like I hadn’t seen shirtless men with abs before. But I hadn’t seen them from this close. Eros’s were defined and strong. My fingers itched to touch them, but the good girl in me kept me showing any physical reaction.

Receiving threats, or promises all day isn’t my favorite thing to do. The man I came here to kill looks like a model straight out of a magazine. You know, one of those motorcycle ones with the shirtless guy on the front? The one where the model sits with their legs on both sides of the motorcycle, their legs wide and muscular, their hands tatted and tightly gripping the handle as he stares the camera straight in the eye? Making it look like he’s staring through your soul and leaving you hot and bothered? I hate how my breath hitches at the sight of him. Shane is oozing with sex appeal, he looks like someone picked out his wardrobe for him. He’s chosen a black dress shirt that isn’t buttoned.

I assured him. “I’m here at a souvenir shop. Will that be enough?” “Hmm, you have to tell me the color of your shirt so that he can recognize you right away,” I told him. “I am shirtless and just wearing a board short and a slipper. Black cap and black sunglass.” Did he have to include the fact that he was shirtless? I took a deep breath while trying not to imagine his overall appearance at the moment, but I could sense from his voice that he was handsome.

Then I remembered what he looked like. His striking figure stood tall and confident, his presence commanding attention despite the simplicity of his attire. Dressed in nothing but a pair of form-fitting, charcoal-gray shorts, his physique was on full display, showcasing a body sculpted through dedicated physical conditioning and an unwavering commitment to fitness.

I crooned, pressing my palms flat onto his bare chest—it was only then I noted that he was shirtless. My eyes traced the valley between his pectoral muscles, moving down to the hills and ripples of his carved and chiseled abdominal muscles, right up until the V lines which led further down south with a dark sprinkling of hair. I swallowed but my throat had run dry so it felt like ingesting grains of sand. And, when I looked more closely, I realized Jericho only had on a pair of Iron Man boxers. A jovial smile crept onto my face even though my skin flushed from his utter lack of clothing, "Aren't you too old for these?"

My mouth goes dry at the sight of them because apparently they all got the same memo about clothing being optional tonight. Corrian's in nothing but a pair of low-slung grey boxers that do absolutely nothing to hide the impressive bulge straining against the fabric. Ezra's completely naked, his massive cock already half-hard and making my core clench with want. Leo's in black boxer briefs that might as well be painted on for all they're hiding, and River, River's wrapped in a towel that's barely clinging to his hips and looks like it might fall off if he breathes too hard.

It's not that she was waiting for marriage or anything like that, but she was waiting for the right person. “You're going to have fun,” he boasts and turns me to him. He is completely naked from the waist down, his manhood greeting my heartbeat. The situation increases the heart rate, frightening. What are you waiting for? Get naked. Under his attention and relentless fear, I take everything off, he ends up taking off his shirt, revealing a perfect torso and muscular arms. A fight against him would be stupid, he is stronger. Unlike what I imagined, there is no trace of ink on his body. He's not the type of gangster to be covered in tattoos.

Maybe it was a bit far fetched, but that’s what happens when confidence is back. “It does, but I won’t paint it… yet,” I smiled. “What about this?” he said. I turned around and found him shirtless. I swallowed, my eyes moving through his collarbone, his chiseled chests, his well-defined abs and to his gray sweatpants hanging shamelessly below his waist, exposing his Adonis belt. I bit my lips, stopping my mind from thinking about something so wild and shameless, but could I be blamed? A hot biker stood half naked before me. “I could be your model,” he said, flexing his muscles.