Steven Seagal Shirtless Novels & Stories

She let out a sigh. Selena began to take her shirt off in a clumsy manner. It ended up on the ground, and she was left standing there wearing only a bra and pants. She slipped out of her jeans and prayed that her underwear didn't have any holes in it. It's not like she went out and bought a brand-new set every day. While she was doing the most humiliating and demeaning act she had ever done in her life, he stared at her while leaning against the wall. She couldn't even recall disrobing like this with Gerald, he wasn’t much into foreplay.

After a while, he nodded to the other guy's name, I can't remember for the life of me. Walking through the door, I find Mason standing shirtless, wearing only gray sweatpants. His hair is slightly tousled like he's been running his hand through it. Those tone muscles are on full display. My eyes dipped to his six packs, down to his abdomen belt. The man is sexy, and the small trail of hair disappears into his sweatpants. It doesn't even help that I already know what he's packing under those pants. The silence between us was loud as we looked at each other, not breaking eye contact. I realized he was not going to speak or make a move, so I decided to go first.

He swore he didn't sound annoyed, but Sebestian grinned anyway. "Well, since you're so desperate to see me naked-" "Who would want to see you naked?" Allen muttered, even though he desperately wanted all his clothes off. He let out a slight sigh of relief when Sebestian obliged and pulled his shirt over his head, kicking his jeans off soon after.

He was shirtless and had his back turned, his boy was tanned, and boy was he ripped, his arms were huge, I know they were from the clothes he wore but seeing him bareback was a different story. “Taking your fill I see” shit, I've been caught staring.

The shirt clung to his frame, subtly emphasising the contours of his veiny arms, a glimpse of his toned physique that added an extra layer of allure. Logan paired his top with dark-wash jeans, offering a tantalising view of his calves and a perfectly carved posterior. The ensemble exuded a magnetic charm, showcasing his knack for blending comfort with style. White sneakers adorned his feet, adding a touch of effortless elegance to the overall look, as if to say, "I effortlessly look this good." Completing the ensemble was the unmistakable dog tag hanging around his neck. The metallic tag added a touch of rugged charm, a subtle nod to his experiences and the resilience that defined his journe

However, my eyes are glued to one person. Kell Cross is standing in formation with the other football players. He’s shirtless and wearing simple gray basketball shorts, and his hair is damp as sweat drizzles down his face, neck, and muscled chest. Chest heaving, he leans down with one hand on the ground and the other on his back. His strong legs are positioned for a play. One bent in front, and the other stretched behind his back. As he and his opponent stand face to face, I lick my lips as I watch a drop of sweat glide sensuously down his neck.

"Are you ashamed of me being shirtless like this? I'll cover it up if you want." I quickly nodded. Although I was embarrassed to admit it, Sean's suggestion was better than me being unable to do anything when the man looked as beautiful as he did now. I still have to thank him, as per my original intention of coming down here. I felt Sean let go of my hand, and his voice was busy doing something. I quietly peeked out, watching as the man put his shirt back on even though his body was still wet, and quickly printed his chest muscles on the front of the shirt. I closed my eyes again when Sean wrapped his towel around his neck.

"Clean off your body with sand. Call us back once you are dressed." "My shirt?" I asked as I held up the ensanguined shirt. For some reason, I felt the desert camouflage pattern was ruined. "He can go shirtless," Priya suggested quickly. Mona and Rachel nodded. 'Showered in pig's blood'...I didn't recall seeing that on a Cosmo sex quiz. I shuddered to think whose sexual survey would...oh, right, it was on the Satan's Sluts' To-do List.

Even though it was becoming dark when we got to the seashore, there were still a lot of people enjoying a good time there. Some were enjoying themselves in the open bars, while others were keeping themselves entertained in front of the campfire. As I heard Gavin's comments, my train of thinking was immediately halted. I glanced over at him quickly and caught sight of his furious face. The question was voiced in an annoyed tone.,"Are you going to swim with your shirt on?" I did not reply straight away and instead just grimaced in response. Suddenly I realized that he was just wearing a single article of clothes, which consisted only of shorts, and that he did not have a shirt on.

I lay on my stomach, my heart thumping a frantic, terrifying rhythm against the mattress. This was very fun to do. The heavy oak door of the suite clicked open. I gasped, my spine stiffening. Stellan stepped into the room. His suit jacket and tie were gone, and the top three buttons of his crisp white shirt were torn open, revealing the hard planes of his chest. His sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, exposing the thick veins pulsing beneath his skin. He didn't say a word. He didn't even take the rest of his clothes off.