What My Boyfriend Wore Novels & Stories

I waited until I had two long legs in loose fitting jeans stop in front of me. I followed the silhouette upward, my heart skipping a beat as I locked eyes with that gorgeous boyfriend of mine. He was wearing the biggest grin, a positive affirmation that he had missed me. He quickly pulled me to my feet and wasted no time in peppering me with kisses, each one less frantic and more passionate until I was nothing but a moaning mess with my arms draped tightly around his neck, clinging to him as if he were the key to my survival.

She doesn’t even seem to worry because my boyfriend already told her my whereabouts beforehand. We hadn’t even been able to get inside his unit, but we couldn’t stop ourselves from lip-locking and sharing exploratory kisses. I was even removing his tuxedo while he was inputting his passcode. I couldn’t help myself from unbuttoning his inner shirt too. Despite what happened, I couldn’t change the fact that we were still so eager to taste each other.

Boys will always be boys. The ripped jean shorts he was talking about, well, let's just say it is the casual boyfriend gift stuff he got me last week. The day he gave it to me, he blurted out how he saw it on the body of a model in one fashion magazine like that and just thought of getting it for me.

I quickly scan the party, desperately looking for an escape route, and then I spot him, the perfect escape, a random guy in the sea of people in the living room chatting up some girl. The guy is wearing a black shirt that shows off his incredible muscles along with jeans that make me stare at his ass for far too long. The short sleeve shirt shows off his golden arms which are perfectly tanned and muscular. His hair? A pitch black that almost looks blue, and since his back is turned towards us, I can't see his face, which is more of a reason to do what I'm about to do. I point at him and lie, "There he is, my boyfriend."

he said as he heard a painful hiss from my mouth. “No, actually I am sorry-.I-,” my words were cut off by his, “Just tell me what’s going on?” he was irritated for sure. “The dress.” “What about the dress?” “They kept asking about where did I get this?” “So?” “I said it was from my boyfriend.” “But you told me-,” he paused and sighed again looking at the sky and then he continued, ”so it’s not from your friend?” “Yes.” I nodded. “So who is it? Not a boyfriend?”

And now I wait. *** "Whoa! You look hot. What's the special occasion?" Michael exclaimed as soon as he saw me all dolled up for our date. "Just because. Can't I dress up for my boyfriend?" I said and wrapped my arms around his neck. He looked amazing with his dark grey jeans and black button-up shirt that fit to perfection. Michael leaned down and kissed me. He had his eyes closed as he moved his lips on top of mine while caressing my back slowly. He had always been a great kisser, and today was no different. Maybe I was worried for nothing.

But I almost lose my balance, when I felt his hands wrapped around my waist. Right! I should get used to it. He's my boyfriend, and God knows we can do more things as a couple. I blushed with my own thoughts. He opened a door for me. And make sure that I put my seat belt on, before going to driver's seat. He started the engine, then drive. We were both silent, so the atmosphere is kind of awkward. I looked at his direction and I saw his Adam's apple moved. " Did you bring a pad for your menstruation? And why are you wearing white dress? You have your period. "

I hated that my boyfriend didn’t look in the least bit affected. Matter of fact, he looked like he hadn’t just thrusted savagely inside me while I rode him not even five minutes ago. All he did was fix his pants and work his belt, and he looked like he was good to go. In my fussing, I hadn’t realised that he had his hand on me with that same smirk on his face. My eyes took in the pink brush and wireless curling wand he held, as I squeaked up at him. What the actual fuck?

Lately, it feels like he's been getting all kinds of activities done and we don't get to spend so much time. Chloe grins, then she tilts her head. "You sure about that?" She asks, gazing behind me. I frown, turning around and my eyes lock with Hardin's. A smile pops up on my face as I take my boyfriend in. He's dressed in sporty shorts and a tank top that shows off his athletic, body. "Hey, pretty." He says, his grin stretching wide. I just stand still and drink in the sight of him, I miss him so fucking much. He has no idea. It's just been a day but...

Sloane I never thought I would cry for a man, but here I am—frozen, my ass exposed to the wind—as I bawl, watching my boyfriend go balls-deep into my best friend. He'd told me he would be working late today, a line he'd been using too often. So I decided to surprise him, wearing nothing but sexy lingerie and carrying his birthday cake.