Scoring a Holiday Match (Mr. Match), Delancey Stewart [classic novels TXT] 📗

the string to my bikini top, I was thankful for his parking skills.

And the man had other skills I was coming to appreciate too, once he’d peeled the wetsuit from my body.

“I like this bikini,” he told me, his voice a hoarse whisper. “But I don’t think you need this part here.” He took hold of the ties on each side of my waist and began to tug.

“Wait.” I sat up. “You need to know this.”

Noah’s hands halted and he looked up at me, and the surprised guilt in his eyes almost made me laugh. He looked like a little boy caught with a hand in the cookie jar.

“You don’t untie those strings.”

His brow wrinkled and that wide mouth lifted on one side. “What? Then what are they for? Of course you do.”

“They’re just for looks.” I put my hands beneath his at my hips and slid my bikini bottoms down a bit, lifting my butt off the beach towel laid over the floor. “You just slide them off.”

Noah blew out a long breath, the expression on his face giving everything away. “I’m distracted right now,” he said, bending down to lick a line up the center of my belly to the valley between my breasts, still covered by the other part of my bikini. “But we’re going to talk about how ridiculous that is later.” He licked the same line back down and then hooked his fingers around the sides of my bikini and slide it down the rest of the way, pausing to pull it off over my feet. He gently pushed my legs apart, stood between them and bent over.

As I gasped and sighed, discovering another of Noah’s talents, I was thankful again for the bushes behind him. They were moving a bit, since he was practically standing in them, but as his tongue swirled and his mouth sucked, as his fingers slid and slicked and finally thrust, I found I didn’t care.

But when I sat up again to see Noah looking extremely pleased with himself, I caught sight of what I’d noticed on the beach earlier. A very long, very big bulge in his own wetsuit. “Shall I help you off with yours?” I asked him, and scooted forward to begin peeling the thick fabric away from his hips. As I did it, my face was practically pressed up against his stomach, which was tan and firm and cut. I paused a moment in my work, needing to run my fingers along the ridges of muscle at his hips, the ones that led in a v-shaped invitation directly to points southward.

“God I love this part of a man,” I sighed, my body tingling again.

Noah pushed his wetsuit off the rest of the way, and then leaned down to kiss me, quieting my admiration of his perfect body. He was long and lithe, but cut and muscled. The perfect surfer or swimmer’s body. I wanted more.

As he kissed me, I let my hands slide around his waist. When he climbed over me in the back of the car, laying me back down as he kissed me and then slid to rest on one elbow at my side, I let my hands grasp him through his shorts.

“Ah, fuck,” he hissed. “I’ve been imagining you doing that for hours.”

I squeezed playfully, grinning up at him, and watched his eyes practically roll back in his head.

Then I let go, scooting over to one side to give him room to lay on his back, and we switched roles. I slid his shorts off him, stepping out of the back of the car to remove them completely, and for a minute I just stood there, slightly in awe of the way his long thick cock jutted directly upward, defying gravity. The warm sea breeze blew around me, gulls called overhead, and life felt pretty much perfect.

“Impressive,” I whispered as I climbed back up his body, letting my hands slip along his muscled thighs until they wrapped themselves around the silky hot flesh. I’d thought a hand job might be the thing, but for the first time in my life, I couldn’t resist bending down and adding my tongue and lips to the mix. I’d done it before, don’t get me wrong—I’d just never really wanted to do it, never felt so interested in putting it all in my mouth and sucking.

Noah seemed to agree with my choice. When my tongue brushed the underside of his crown, he let out something like “Oh God,” but it was kind of gurgled and strained. I glanced up to make sure he was okay, and he gave me a dazed smile and pushed his hands into my hair, which had fallen out of the bun.

I worked his cock with my mouth, my hands, my tongue, until his whole body was shaking and my eyes were watering from taking him so far down my throat I could barely breathe. When I swallowed around him, he cursed impressively, and a final soft squeeze of his balls made him go rigid as his release pumped out of him. It was salty and hot, not much different from the rest of his skin after stepping out of the Pacific. I slid back up next to him, keeping a hand on his cock as I licked the hot salty taste of the day from his stomach, his chest.

“Did you imagine that too?” I asked him after kissing him again. He put an arm around me and we both stared up at the roof of the car, Ocean Beach busy around us. It felt like we were in a warm bubble filled with the scent of salt water and sex. I loved it.

“I didn’t dare to imagine that. But now that I’ve seen it, felt it… I’ll never be able to forget it.”

“Good,” I said, satisfaction inching up my spine and filling every part of me with warmth.

“So…” Noah said, gazing over at me with that lazy half smile making my heart