Trevor Wagner Nude Novels & Stories

5 I could swear Trevor’s plan was to fuck my brains out. The way he looked at me—like he wanted to devour every inch—left no other explanation. “I want you naked,” he growled. It wasn’t a request. He stripped me fast, yanking my tank top over my head, then shoving my pants and boxers down in one rough motion. I stood there, cock already hard and leaking, completely exposed under his hungry stare. “Fucking perfect,” Trevor groaned, eyes raking over me. The raw appreciation in his voice sent a surge of heat straight to my dick.

“And I’m sure you look delicious in it like you do in everything else.” “Oh, Trevor,” she swooned. “You are very sweet.” “I’m not sweet – just honest. Like when I tell you that I’m lying here naked. Not being sweet – just totally honest,” he said mischievously. Joanna gasped at his words. “You are?” she whispered. He chuckled. “Well, it has been pretty hot lately. I think summer is coming early.” “Yes,” she breathed as her imagination went into over drive at what a naked Trevor Hudson would look like. “It is a bit warm now that you mention it.”

I tossed on the bed, then closed my eyes. Next morning, as early as six, I was up. Trevor wasn't on the bed. He didn't sleep here. I yawned and stepped out of bed, my bare legs slapped against the cold tile. The first thing I did was pull the curtain to look out of the window. The view was very nice. Looking down, the wellness/ leisure floor. I smiled as fresh air blessed my face. Then my eyes widened when I spotted Trevor down below. Shirtless, but in a black loose pants. My smile crept up more, I felt my lips could tear. He was so perfect. Biceps bulging with each dumbbell curl. Then he switched to pushup. So effortlessly. I started imagining if I could sit on top. He was sexy as hell.

He was not a private person, that was for sure. As the weeks rolled by, I became somewhat used to seeing Troy with nothing more than a smile on. In fact, seeing him in clothes was beginning to look strange. He'd return from class and instantly strip, he'd watch television, read, study, FaceTime, eat and sleep completely nude, and that was when he wasn't jerking off. I kid you not, six times I counted in one day. He was like a human hose, constantly ready to shoot his juices wherever he decided, and the more comfortable I got seeing him do it, the more I began to fantasise about him shooting them on or in me.

I said as I shook my head to focus on him. It was then that I noticed what he was wearing, or more accurately, what he wasn’t wearing. Trevor was only clad in a towel, tightly wrapped around his waist, dangerously low, water droplets running down his chiselled body from his hair. If Greek gods existed, they’d be jealous of the fine specimen I was ogling right now. I felt a very familiar heat spread across my crotch, awakening something canal and raw, making my pussy moisten. Hold the fuck up! What the hell am I thinking? For as long as I’ve known Trevor, I’ve never looked at him like this, what is wrong with me? Did I hit my head in that dream?

I guess being skinny was an advantage. Wagner blew the assassin to the floor and pointed the gun at his face. “Based on my movements, do you recognize me now?” Wagner asked. “No.” Wagner smirked. “Wrong answer. I’m Vad Wagner, idiot,” he said before pulling the trigger. He blew the tip of the gun and smiled. “Are you satisfied? You don’t look cool,” I said. “I’ll be more satisfied if you jump out of the window,” he replied. I rolled my eyes.

I could swear Trevor's plan was to fuck my brains out. That was the only explanation for the way he looked at me and the things he did right after. "I want you naked" It wasn't a request, he went right ahead to pulling off my clothes. My top went off first, then my pants. I stood awkwardly under his watching gaze in my matching white lace panties and bra. "Fucking sexy" Trevor groaned. It gave me a sense of pride and confidence that he liked what he saw.

It must be the vodka. Has to be the damn thing really kicking in now. Because my eyes won't stop roaming eover very mouthwatering piece of this man's body. And that's when it hits me. This man is almost nude— save the tattoo perfectly sitting on his chest, flexing his abs and pectorals. Other than that, it's just a tiny towel wrapped around his waist, looking like it might snap loose at the slightest movement. Holy hell, I'm so freaking done for! Is this Lyra girl not just a stripper but a whore?

Uncle Kale whispered. Trevor pushed me back until the edge of the mattress caught the back of my knees. I fell onto the sheets. Trevor worked my pants loose, dragging them off along with my briefs. Uncle Kale divested me of my shirt, fingers lingering on my nipples, pinching onceuntil I arched and moaned. Then I was naked in front of them, laid out on the bed, waiting.

What a treat. Ezra tugs his underwear down next, revealing those strong thighs, tense and rock-solid like he’s either been for a workout or recently delivered a powerful fucking. Tattoos sit perfectly on his skin. One at his hip that emphasises the flat rigidity of his stomach, and one on his pec that somehow draws attention to his small, dark nipples. I’m undone already, and when I catch a glimpse of the meat of his cock before he wraps himself in a towel, I find myself crossing my legs involuntarily. Jiggling my right thigh so the seam of my jeans sends zinging thrills through my clit.