Thomas Brodie Sangster Shirtless Novels & Stories

Ben straightened up and looked at the still surprised Shane, he needed to remind him that time was not on their side “Shane it is now or never, just man up, okay. Pull up your sleeves in fact take off that stupid shirt off. So that you can remain with a vest .I want you to show them, this beautiful abs you always showcase to those prostitute. I think today they have found a better use.” He finished saying and then ruffled his hair playfully not worried the death stare Shane was giving him.

Sharon said, one final protest before she gave herself completely over to her stepson and his friends. “Take them off,” Billy firmly instructed her. Her defenses gone, Sharon unfastened the front of her tight black hipsters and pushed them down over her sleek thighs, she was now almost naked in front of the four eighteen year olds, only a g-string to cover herself with. “Holy shit,” gasped Dougie softly. “Turn around,” this time the order came from Tommy instead of Billy, but Sharon did as she was told, turning to display her fantastic heart shaped ass, only the skimpy strap of the tiny g-string covering it.

“But I have some here for you.” He reached by the side of his lounger and lifted a bottle, unscrewing the cap. “Take the shirt and trousers off,” Brody said calmly, “and I'll rub some on.” ‘He’d do what now?’ Alanis heard her inner voice yelling. The blood rushed and pounded in her ears, but the knowledge that she had already made a fool of herself in more ways than one that day gave her the strength to slip out of the clothes with a casual elegance that suggested she was used to near-naked men rubbing her with oil every day of the week.

He didn’t bother to put on a shirt, the defined muscles of his torso exposed under the soft glow of the chandelier. ‎ ‎Thomas, his trusted aide, glanced at him with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. It wasn’t often that Ryan appeared so casual and unguarded at home, especially without a shirt. Still, Thomas said nothing, knowing better than to question his boss’s mood or habits. He quickly left the room to make the call. ‎

The pressure of being Luna, which had been resting heavily on my shoulders, eased. "I flashed him a girly, childlike grin as I let the warmth of his admiration sweep through me and build a fire in every tiny capillary of my body. I took a moment to appreciate the sight of Brodie. He must have picked up on my desire to dress up slightly because there was no sign of his usual combination of jeans and a battered retro tee. Instead, he stood in front of me wearing a pair of tailored, slate-grey trousers. The tips of his freshly polished black shoes were poking out underneath the fabric of each leg. The pastel blue, long-sleeved shirt made it all slightly more casual, with a peek of chest hair ju

Elio is dressed to match his fitted black sparkly suit with no shirt, which makes him look incredibly handsome. Stacey is sitting on my brother’s knee wearing a grey halter neck dress with a nude bodysuit underneath. The grey silver beads creating a webbed look that wraps around her body like a snake. Her dark glossy hair is styled in an updo; her face is natural apart from her blood red lipstick. I arch a brow at her as she gives me a smile, my brother’s hand creeping up her bare thigh. I guess she has conquered her fear of spiders with a dress like that. My brother wears a dark grey suit like liquid smoke and a black shirt underneath, fastened to the top. He drags on his cigarette, smoke c

Every rational thought screams for me to go, to respect their privacy, yet I can't tear my eyes away from the way he grinds into her as passion builds. I watch, transfixed, as Iris' fingers work at the buttons of Thomas' dress shirt with frantic urgency, yanking the fabric apart to reveal the tight, huge muscles of his back. She shoves the shirt from his shoulders, and it falls forgotten to the floor as her hands drop lower, freeing his cock from the confines of his trousers with a single, desperate tug.

I stripped out of my clothes, and dove into the creek, letting the water wash over me, and take everything with it. When I come back up, breathing in the cool air coming off the water, a branch snaps. I look up to find Thomas leaning with his back against a tree. “I went to surprise you in your room, but you weren’t in there, so I figured you’d be here” Thomas was looking up the trees away from me, not wanting to see his sister naked. I swim to the edge and run to throw on my clothes, my hair dripping all over everything. “What the hell are you doing home?!” I shout.

“Remove your shirt and pants.” I grit my teeth. “Normally, I’d like to get to know you a bit better first.” “Now, shifter. This is not a game. I have very little men’s clothing that would fit someone your size.” I shrug out of my shirt. It falls in a heap, which I kick away. My pants are next. Standing in nothing but boxers against the cold bite funneling through every open-air archway exposed to the elements, I keep my eyes locked on Fraser’s face, and his smirk digs deep into my subconscious, making me feel more exposed than I already am.

My chest heaved with every breath. “Breathe,” Theron whispered, his voice firm, grounding me. A hand brushed my cheek, wiping the tears away. “You’re okay now. You’re safe.” I nodded slowly. “I thought he was here... choking me.” “He’s not. He’s never going to touch you again,” he murmured, wiping away the last of my tears. Only then did I realize he was shirtless, wearing nothing but sweatpants. I flushed, suddenly shy. “Sorry for waking you…”