Sexy Guy Novelas e Histórias

Lucas said whilst pointing at Arya who in turn had a confused expression on her face as her lips twisted to form a frown. “I'm sorry but, who are you?” Arya asked. “I'm the one Ryker sent to help in your little...delima.” He finished with an odd smile. Lucas was what one would describe as a gym freak. A hot gym freak. He looked to be about the same age as Ryker, maybe older. With his dashing hair and fair skin, he wore a casual black and white suit with an earpiece on his left ear. With every step he took, his muscles bulged, and his odd smile remained the same.

One -Jenna- "Ha.ha. Very funny." "What? It's true! He's the sexiest person I've ever seen." My best friend Cam said. "He's the most powerful, cold person I can think of. How can you say he's sexy?!" My other best friend Trinity said. "Yeah...well he has... an eight pack. Andddd, what if I'm his mate?" Cam inquired while smirking and rolling off of my bed. She sounded alarmingly love struck.

There he was, this incredibly handsome, of course a douchebag, stands tall and confident at the center of the club, seeming to enjoy all the attention he's getting. Well, no doubt he's breathtakingly handsome, tall, broad chest which is not so hidden under his slightly opened white shirt, straight out of a freaking magazine, his eyes — was the cherry on top, one might probably get lost in those if you stare harder. I probably shouldn't find them sexy. A confident playboy in every sense of the word, the smirk on his face screams 'i'm an asshole, watch out' I roll my eyes and huffed inwardly, an over confident asshole, plenty attitude, I'd pass.

“What’s gay supposed to look like?” My face burns. “I don’t know, man. I just meant… you seem really…” “Masculine?” He grins. “Yeah, I get that a lot. Newsflash: gay guys can be masculine too. I like hard cocks. I like fucking a hairy ass. Is that gay enough for you?” Jesus, this guy is direct. “Y-yeah, no, of course. Sorry.” The guy laughs, closes his locker, and then holds out his hand.

I awkwardly smiled, “S-sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop. I just…” Sean didn't seem to care. He shrugged off his leather jacket, exposing the magnificent, swirling, and dark tattoos that spread from the side of his neck, to reappear down his strong, veiny arm. His grey shirt did nothing to hide the strong, hard muscles lining his six-foot-two frame of sex and appeal. My mouth dried. My twin sister had to be a different kind of bitch if she could willingly toy around with a guy like this. He grabbed a bottle of liquor and turned its contents into two glasses. “Come have a fucking drink, Sekina. You look miserable. That makes two of us.”

she jokingly murmured. We walked into the gym to find three sexy, sweaty guys. Of course, the guy with those icy eyes and piercing - with his jet-black hair that clung to his forehead from sweat was the sexiest. I trailed my eyes over his bare chest and hardened pecks, my eyes trailing down, following the thin trail of dark hair that dipped past his tight and defined six-pack, disappearing below the band of his shorts.

“Oh, my baby. I'm glad you're okay.” “I didn't know you talk alone. I'll need to G****e to make sure it isn't hereditary. Plus, don't tell me I'll have to compete with a book.” I whirl around fast, and oh shit! Did I say he wasn't attractive? I must have been under the influence then because, wow, this guy is all definitions of sexy. Freshly showered, curls messy, and his silver-grey eyes boring into my soul, I have to admit. I might just accept one clause in the contract. Just one.

And shit he is handsome The tall, dark, and handsome stranger stood at an imposing height, his broad shoulders and chiseled features no doubt causing heads to turn as he walked down the street. His jet black hair was styled in a messy yet alluring way, and his piercing blue eyes seemed to hold a hint of danger in them. He exuded an air of confidence and mystery, drawing me in with his enigmatic presence. He seemed like the kind of guy who is viewed as a reckless rebel, always seeking adventure and thrills, while others saw him as a smooth and charming gentleman, capable of sweeping anyone off their feet.

My breath hitched, and I starred into his eyes. "Why do I love you?" I breathed. He cocked his head to the side and touched my cheek. "Ah." I hissed, feeling my length, enlarge and throb, and sparks shoot through my body. "Cause' I'm your mate." he smirked, and he looked sexy as hell. Sexy? Can a guy be sexy to me? Yes, cause' Stark was sexy, beautiful even. Fuck, he needs to stop touching my face, and touch me in other places. He chuckled, as if understanding my thoughts. He lifted me to my feet, and

sounding guttural his Scottish accent thick in his words. “Sexy Male,” I purred back before pulling him back down to kiss me as I unbuttoned his jeans letting his erection spring forth, a moment of panic hit me when I saw the shear size of it, sensing my unease he whispered in my ear again, “I’ll make sure you are ready.”