Tom Holland Shirtless Novels & Stories

Hіѕ ѕkіn іѕ a deep tаn undеr thе white hіgh quality соttоn. Thеrе’ѕ nоt a hаіr on his сhеѕt, аnd his nіррlеѕ аrе ѕmаll аnd pink. There are no tattoos on this mаn; juѕt thе ѕсеnt of еxреnѕіvе аftеrѕhаvе. I ѕlоwlу rеmоvе the ѕhіrt and wаіt. He’s lеft іn his раntѕ nоw, but hе stops my hands as I reach fоr thеm.

Hіѕ ѕkіn іѕ a deep tаn undеr thе white hіgh quality соttоn. Thеrе’ѕ nоt a hаіr on his сhеѕt, аnd his nіррlеѕ аrе ѕmаll аnd pink. There are no tattoos on this mаn; juѕt thе ѕсеnt of еxреnѕіvе аftеrѕhаvе. I ѕlоwlу rеmоvе the ѕhіrt and wаіt. He’s lеft іn his раntѕ nоw, but hе stops my hands as I reach fоr thеm.

"Mhmm. Keep tellin' yerself that, it might become true one day if you believe hard enough." Once again, Dillon started to get nervous. Tony shirtless and in nothing but shorts would be hard to not drool over. He'd never seen him totally shirtless before either, but he could guess he was godly under that shirt. It wasn't fair! Right off the bat, that had managed to sour part of his trip. Hell, he couldn't even have an innocent back and forth with his friend. It pissed him off, and gave him something more to worry about the whole time.

I felt someone's arms wrapping around my waist and removing the ladle off my hand. "You'll get burned, I will cook instead." Uno kissed my forehead and pushed me to the side gently. I just sat on one of the seats and watched his back muscles flexing as he cooked. He was topless, the only thing that he is wearing is probably his underwear and black sweatpants. I furrowed my brows. "Uno, why are you not wearing a shirt?" I asked. "Ah! I just thought that the conditioner on my shirt will also make you puke so I didn't bother." He laughed and didn't bother to glance at me.

“Off.” He straightened and slid off his cut, then reached behind him, pulling the long-sleeved T-shirt over his head. I hummed in delight at the sight of his chest. Dark blond hair spanned his pecs, while his stomach was somewhat bare. I loved that he didn’t shave or wax all the way… it seemed more manly to me, plus it was soft to the touch and I couldn’t wait to feel more.

It made me want to retch again, but for a very different reason. He looked… god, he looked unreal. I had almost never seen Aiden dressed so casually. His black athletic shorts clung to his thighs, strong and tanned and corded with lean muscle. A matching black sleeveless tank sat perfectly on his torso, the fabric clinging to his abdomen in all the right places. His arms, carved like they belonged in some kind of mythological fresco, flexed each time he poured lemonade. His black hair was messily slicked back, like he’d run his hands through it out of frustration—or maybe sweat.

And, like always, he’s shirtless again. Salvador, and like always, a cigarette in his lips. He is easily in the realm of 6’1, onyx of gold for eyes…he is shirtless again. That black serpent of a tattoo is across his back again. Such bulging arms—they look like they could crush walls. Then his chest, it looks as hard as a black rock. For what reason do the abs on his stomach look so strict. They look like they ache, painfully tight and fortunately, they lead into a v-line that would mean his—

Landon chuckled a bit. Unlike Zenith Jaden, who was impeccably dressed and perfectly put together, Jason Walsh was wearing a pair of tight jeans with the knees torn out, a pair of blue sneakers, and a faded black t-shirt with the Gucci logo on the front. He looked like someone who was there cleaning rooms.

Once I got his permission, I slip inside the room, but then almost turns back when I saw he was shirtless, with just a white towel covering his waist down. He has a freaking eight packs and narrow waist. Muscles budges across his screen, and one directly lay from his waist and disappear into the towel. He is such a feast to the eyes I almost forget what I was here for. I cover my eyes, embarrassed that I had stare for a good while. "You could have told me you're dressing." "I'm just shirtless. Not a big deal." "I'll wait for you to wear something." "Whatever makes you happy." In less than ten seconds, he told me to turn around as he is done putting on his shirt.

I have to admit, even with his hair like that, he still manage to look hot. My eyes trailed down and I noticed that he had removed his shirt. I couldn't take my eyes from his shirtless body and that disturbed me a lot. Trying to force my eyes away, I noticed a small tattoo on his chest. I've never seen him shirtless and up close before, so I didn't know he had a tattoo. I was pulled from my thoughts by the sound of Tyler's voice. "I know I'm hot and have a gorgeous body, but you will have to stop looking at me at some point." He teased.