Sexy Guy Novels & Stories

Bruno said as he congratulated his friend for the kind gesture. “I'm gonna support my friend and give you a sum of one hundred and fifty thousand dollars for looking good and sexy. I want other gay lovers to emulate you and later the world knows we have a right to gender decision and we can look good and sexy every time.” Mr. Codrey Said. “You guys are wonderful" Jefsexy said as she ran out to see her newly parked Lamborghini.

"The way he walks around all serious and cold, like he’s got a gun tucked under that suit." "He probably does," The older one murmured. "He’s bad news. Sexy as hell, but don’t think for a second you’re getting past that stare unless he lets you." "Makes it hotter, though, right?" Gia grinned. "Like, he’s this...rich, dangerous, don’t-fall-for-me type. I’d let him ruin me." I found myself frozen halfway to the bar, tray in hand. Their words shouldn't have mattered. Gossip. Flirting. Dumb chatter.

He sat on a barstool, then slid one of the glasses to me before taking a sip of his drink. I stared at the tempting glass. "Are you going to be a scared chicken or badass, miss bride to be?" I glanced at him watching the way the dim lights highlighted the edges of his face.. He was tempting indeed. . "Dear Cassie is too uptight and spineless. I am the only one who would want someone like her. At times, I have to picture you in my mind to get my dick up just to fuck her." Sinclair's words rang in my ears.

She looked up at Aggie, beseeching her for understanding. “Uh no, actually, I don’t. The guy is hotter than Phoenix in July. Absolutely gorgeous. That big, hard body. And that sweet, handsome face that completely contrasts with his ‘who gives a shit what you think’ aura. Growl.” She bared her teeth, ruby red lips curling. Aggie’s ever-expressive face made Jessica smile. Just a little. “You got all that from talking to him for twenty seconds?” “Hey, you work in this business for very long and you get to know men. If he’s carrying around that kind of cash, I’m guessing your eye candy is rich, too. Booyah!” Aggie thrust a fist in the air.

I reach for the down button at the same time as a good looking Italian or Hispanic looking mortal. "Hello." He has a sexy Spanish accent. He's got a pretty smile with shiny straight white teeth. His eyes are big golden hazel orbs. Dude has some killer dimples, and a body that should be a sin. Dayum! A man in a suit has never done it for me. But this dude wears this suit like a sophisticated criminal warlord. Trust me; I know a few. But even they can't fill out a suit like tall dark and dangerous here.

Never doing the deed though, he will pull away from a heated kiss, and continue watching the movie, or my brothers will get home and shit like that always cock blocking. But all in all I'm happy, he makes me feel like the only girl in the world, he turns me on like no one ever has before and fuck he's perfect. I love his bad boy exterior, and the way he talks dirty, his kisses, the way he cuddles me, the fact that he loves him some cars and racing and him behind the wheel is fucking sexy, everything about him is perfect for me, down to the way he fucking dresses. "Thinking about lover boy eh?" Sadie shoves me chucking and I can feel a blush taking over my cheeks.

Though she hadn’t met the Brazilian man in person, from the description Libia gave, he seemed like a narcissistic, misanthropic, and selfish guy. “He sounds like quite the character,” Suzanne said with a small smile. Libia took a deep breath. “I know, but I really like him,” she admitted for the first time out loud. “I know it’s stupid, I’m sure he doesn’t want anything serious with me.” Suzanne felt sorry seeing the sadness on her friend’s face. “You know what they say, you can have fun with the wrong guy while waiting for the right one,” Suzanne tried to cheer her up.

“There’s nothing wrong with this.” “You look like you’re about to negotiate a merger.” “I am technically working.” “This is Vegas.” “Yes.” “You can’t go to a club looking like someone’s accountant.” “I’m not your accountant.” “You look like one.” He sighed. “What exactly do you want me to do?” I studied him thoughtfully. Then pointed. “Take off the jacket.” He didn’t move. “Elion.” Slowly, he removed the suit jacket. Better. “Now roll up your sleeves.”

Holy fuck, calling this guy hot would be the understatement of the year—he is as sexy as they come. The stranger let his eyes roam around, and a smirk spread over his lips upon noticing me. The fuck? I keep my eyes trained on the adonis smiling at me. My mouth is drier than sand, and my eyes run down his body. His chest is cut and ripped with cobblestones for abs. There are eight, and I swear my jaw drops onto the floor. I love big guys, but come on, this guy is too much! "Maeve!" His voice is deep, whiskey-like, and his thick arms are around me within seconds, lifting me from the ground. Suddenly my feet are hovering over his knees. "I've missed you so much!"

Loving every minute of it. She didn’t remember ever coming across such an attractive, charming guy, with such a magnetic personality, nice and rude at the same time. A real bad boy, her little sister would have called him. She labeled him as a lovely bastard. Exactly the kind she always fell for. Good thing she still had eyes on her face, even after so much crying, to keep her from overlooking what was in plain sight. First of all, the age gap. Jay looked closer to her sister’s age than to hers, in his mid-twenties tops. And she was no cougar. Not to mention Jay had written all over him that he was all in for the Three B’s: big-boob blondes. And why not? After all, he looked custom-made to s