Sexy Man Names Novels & Stories

I could always punch that handsome face he knows he has. See Mason. He's handsome, nobody can deny that. A Daniel Perfetto kind of Handsome, sharp Jawline, curly hair, tall, muscular, tons of tattoos. I like him. If I didn't have the rules of not sleeping with the men I worked with, he's definitely on the top of my list. The things I would do to this man. Ugh.

He crawled up to me and I gulped excess saliva while staring straight at his impeccable abdominal muscles. The man's eyes traced slowly from my face to my legs. His gaze made me feel naked and hotter. Damn, it was sexy. "Hendrix," huh? I blinked and stared at him with confusion. "My name is Hendrix," I gave him a look asking why I should care and those crimson devils smirked. "So you'll know what name to call when I fill you up with my cock and fuck your senses out of your head,"

My voice drips with ice. His eyes widen almost imperceptibly at my words, but as usual, he’s skilled at hiding his true emotions. I wonder what he’s had to face in his life to become this cold and detached. “Fair enough. Well, if we’re going to be partners, I think it’s only fair that we at least know each other’s names.” The corner of his mouth turns up slightly into what I could almost describe as a smile. God, he’s insanely handsome. He offers me his hand once more. “Angelo Messina.” His raspy voice sends an electric bolt down my spine.

He holds a similar energy just like his father's but I refuse to be intimidated by him. "I don't want to have anything to do with you, clearly you're nothing like the girls I like. You're simply not my type". he smirks as his grey eyes scan me, more like checking me out. Oh I definitely know how to deal with cocky jerks like you! "The feeling is mutual Mr..." I try to remember his name "Nathan" he completes "Nathan" I repeat. You can't be my type, you're too old for me, what are you like, 30?"

“He’s definitely a shy seme.” “Is there such a thing?” “Hmm. He’ll top but would probably be too shy to admit he likes the uke, considering his personality.” Jane nodded in agreement. “Nicolas?” Akira frowned. “That man is definitely an aggressive seme.” “Tristan?” “A flirty seme.” “Logan?” “Another flirty seme.” “Sebastian?” “An arrogant and aggressive seme. He’s the type to always get what he wants.” “Hayden?”

He's called Sebastian, he was the most handsome among the three of them, his striking long narrowed chin made his smile so charming, even his brown curly pompadour haircut styled up and off his forehead made him look more American, the way he curled his mouth after the kiss made me realize this guy was a big time player that had broken a lots of innocent hearts, Sadly for him, I was immune to his charms. "Wow... No wonder Louis chose to hide you from the world, my dear lady, you are truly charming, " he praised me. "Well... Thank you, " I said flirtatiously. The other friend was a whole different kind of guy, he looks like an dangerously handsome Alpha male, he was muted for a while, he

"What?" The man straightens their collar, neck tensing, his mouth making a disgusting expression before yawning, "You smell of... semen." "Hm?" Seth chuckles, humored by the man's odd comment. "I'm Seth, mind telling me your name before you start talking about semen?" The man's teeth clatter together, leaning forward, his eyes almost seeming to dig further into his skull, "You fuck women, yes? Only impure beasts... are like you..." "What are you talking about...?"

“I don't think so. Look Devin—” “Dax. My name is Dax,” he corrected. “Oh,” I muttered, scratching my head in confusion. “How do I tell you guys apart?” “Our hair. Dax keeps messy hair while I keep a quiff hairstyle.” “That’s it,” I smiled, nodding my head as I took their differences into my memory. Devin's face was sharper than Dax and he was more muscular than Dax. But Damon was the sexiest of them all. That bastard. I couldn't get him out of my head.

The man removed his shoulder out from around his partner. “Damn it! You two should go together! You’re both loquacious and obnoxious.” He hastened away from the man. The man moved toward me and put his hand on my shoulders. “Don’t pay more attention to my companion; he’s short-tempered because he’s going through menopause,” he said while laughing. “By the way, my name is Samael, and the person alongside me who you think was extremely angry at the entire world is Claeg! We are Samael and Claeg, the most outstanding duo,” he said with boastfulness.

Sexiness gravity. See? ‘Sexiness gravity.’ Good God. This is the sort of stupid stuff that starts running through my head and why I sound like an idiot around hot men. And he was hot. Over six feet tall, probably six-two. Dark, wavy hair in a fashionable cut, slightly over the ear but not too long. Strong chin, perfect jawline. A strong nose that was just rough enough to make him look more manly than pretty-boy. A perfectly even set of white teeth in a heart-melting grin. And the lips on that smile… oh my. Those were lips made for long, lingering kisses.