Rob Mcelhenney Nude Novels & Stories

Mal: “Please don’t ignore me. Pick up your damn phone. There’s something I need to show you.” The next message was a very, very clear image of Mal standing in all of his glory, naked and soaking wet from the shower behind him. The man was absolute perfection. His broad shoulders opened to his amazing pecs. Which were slightly covered with neatly trimmed black chest hair that created a ‘happy trail’ down his stomach. He had the beginnings of a six-pack, but not enough to make him look too ripped. Claire hungrily took in the view. Her gaze made its way further down to his engorged member. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning.

"And who do you love now, huh? Nathan Monroe? The man who doesn't want you in his life? You don't have any other choice, Nicole. Besides the fact that you won't be able to leave this place, I'm going to make sure that you don't want to go back into your poor life." I stared at him with my mouth open. He was crazy. What the hell was he talking about? He took out his phone from his pocket, looked through it, and showed the screen to me. My eyes widened in shock, and I felt like the world stopped. There were a lot of nude pictures of me lying on the bed. They've been taken from many different angles, and all of them made the photos even more sexually explicit. I felt the world around me crumbli

“You’re a sick bastard.” Elliot chuckled, already sliding the screen toward me. “Come on. Her old man’s a Bible Belt senator. Preaches about virtue while blowing oil money behind closed doors. He’ll crawl through glass to keep this off the record.” He tapped something. Another image. A different kind of frame. “Fuck it,” he said, voice soft with delight. “Sending this one too. Wanna see?” He didn’t wait. The screen tilted toward me. Amber—on her knees. Face-fucked. Drenched.

“Don’t you think that he’s handsome? He’s hands-down better than any movie stars out there! I wonder what’s beneath those clothes…” Nicole paused and pursed her lips, then muttered, “He’s alright…” Maverick often walked around bare-chested at home when he was young. He had a good figure, but compared to her big brother and third brother, Maverick was only considered average. “How do you know?” Molly looked at Nicole in disbelief. “Do you know him?!” Nicole was stunned and thought, ‘Wouldn’t it be interesting if Molly went after Second Brother...?’ She smiled cheekily and said, “I have his phone number. Do you want it?”

“Not a fight, but the woods for sure. You guys have been out there. The ground is all muddy and sloppy. I’d rather trash my hiking shoes than my tennis shoes any day.” “You could always just go naked like the rest of us.” Robbie is being unusually playful with me tonight. Low growls come from both Mike and Tyler. I wonder what that is all about? THe rest of the girls strip like it’s nothing. Why would me being naked be a problem? I laugh it off like the joke I think it’s supposed to be.

He turned his laptop to me and pressed play on the video that appeared in today’s online newspaper. I watched the video in silence. It showed the wolf fight in the forest at the clearing. Our confrontation with Ramos. I saw again how I just went for him when Malachi and the others had shown up. The video blurred at the part where Ramos turned human with his two friends. The next slide was a photo of three naked men bowing down to the wolves. It stopped abruptly and the screen returned to the face of the local news anchor.

“What the hell did you guys do to those boys the other night?” Ryan brushed past me, plopping down onto a nearby chair and sprawling back. He was wearing hot black Nike high-top sneakers and a green muscle shirt that showed off his corny tattoo of a stupid arse quote he had linked on his ribs. I'd never bothered reading the words, but wouldn't be surprised if it turned out to be a dirty innuendo from Spartacus. Who cares? He was my own personal low-carb muffin. At least that's what I tried to reduce him to in my mind.

It’ll work. — No, not enough, find me a woman in the same cell, I want an enraged one. A desperate one. Someone who has nothing left. Promise her that I will pay her debts. That she can have fun. Unleash herself. That she can make her swallow every word, every breath. — Got it, you want a hungry hyena. I can do that. — And I want the photo. Send it to me as soon as it's done. — Received.

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”