Turtleneck Outfits For Guys Novels & Stories

It showed off perfectly well how thin Jason’s waist was, and the way he paired it with a beige turtleneck and light brown pants made him look like a model with his hair down. “Yeah, turtleneck… it could work well!” *Ryan* I was pretty sure I had at least one or two turtlenecks around, even if I didn't wear them often, it was the kind of thing Mom would buy me once in a while, even when we were not living together.

Then I set my hands on my hips and bent at the waist, blowing out a long deep breath and causing a little vapor cloud to float up around me. My arousal finally began to subside; the freezing air slapping against my bare chest helped. I straightened and shrugged on my jacket, wondering where my bow tie had gone. Thank God Brandt had forgone vests or cummerbunds when he’d rented our outfits; he was already going to kill me for losing my bow tie and the buttons off my shirt. He’d threatened me within an inch of my life not to spill anything on my tux when he’d handed it over to me earlier to wear. I couldn’t imagine how he was going to react to this.

I help him do the black polished button on the second layer. “Is there any you’d like me to try?” Our fingers meet in the middle. I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth. “I always liked the turtleneck look” I smiled pointing at my neck with one finger “You know, the turtleneck and a coat over it instead of a collared shirt?” “Ahh, that look” his head lifted knowingly. American male celebrities were fond of it. It came off as casual but still dressy. I helped up his jacket and watched him shrug it on, tugging on his cuffs.

Yellowish green eyes ran over every arc, dip and curve of my body leaving a searing trail of fire where they lay for too long. His arms flung me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing and I for the millionth time cursed trusting Lio's judgment and convincing skills. Why the heck did I think that wearing a backless turtleneck thigh-high body con was fine when I had, not one but three possessive Hulks as boyfriends? The fabric stuck to me like gorilla glue and in an uncomfortably, crude, tight way, it made my skin crawl as I felt eyes digging onto my exposed back like sharp daggers. "Nikolai, I-'

That afternoon was scorching, yet Dexter looked completely out of sync with the weather. He was wrapped in a tight black spandex turtleneck, topped with a thick leather jacket. Narsha could only guess. Was this some new fashion trend? Or was Dexter suddenly feeling so cold that he needed layers that looked suffocating under the sun? For a man who usually preferred thin shirts with the top two or three buttons undone, showing off his chest and shamelessly distracting everyone, this outfit felt… strange. He was covered from neck to wrist. Even his legs were hidden behind long pants.

Third Person's POV Ryder groaned in frustration, Not a single shirt worked to cover the mark on his neck. Not unless he wanted to look suspicious wearing a shirt with the collar up and buttoned to the top. ‘Or wait, a turtleneck midsummer is even better! That would definitely not draw suspicion, would it?’ The retired Beta thought sarcastically as he ripped the turtleneck from his body and threw it at the wall. He shook his head, wondering how he ever thought that would work.

If I want to be taken seriously I'll need to look the part. Settling on a designer suit with a wide leg that is full through the hip, and pairing it with one of Hunter’s old blazers, I roll up the sleeves to show off my dainty wrists while hiding my rounding belly under enough cloth to make it seem intentional. Pairing it with a black turtleneck, I look sophisticated and chic.

He quickly replied positively like an excited child and booked the date for the two of them. It took him hours to choose the right clothing to wear and the flowers he would give to her since roses seemed overrated and he wanted to be original. After a lot of consultation with Sylvia regarding the perfect outfit, he finally chose to go with something casual yet charismatic. He wore a burgundy turtleneck overlapped by a dark grey suit coat and some matching pants. His hair was combed back and styled to perfection.

The suit's fabric embraced his form with precision, sculpting his frame in a way that conveyed strength and elegance in equal measure. The darkness of his attire was punctuated by a bold statement: a deep red shirt that accentuated his confidence. The top buttons of the shirt remained undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his tattooed chest. The inked patterns danced across his skin, a testament to a hidden side of him that few were privy to witness. The intricate designs told stories of his past, a tapestry of experiences woven into the very fabric of his being.

The chill prickled my muscles, easing the knots in my shoulders, and I let out a long sigh, feeling the stress dissolve down the drain. When I was done, I wrapped myself in my plush robe and stepped out, padding over to the closet. I opted for a sleek black turtleneck long-sleeve shirt that hugged my frame just right, paired with tailored suit pants. A spritz of my favorite cologne—woody and masculine filled the air. Then, I squeezed some hair conditioner into my palm and worked it through my damp strands, massaging gently until it gave that effortlessly tousled look. The kind that always turns heads, making me look devastatingly hot without trying too hard. I caught my reflection in the mir