Summer Love at the Beach: Sweet & Steamy Instalove Romance #4 (Summer Instalove)

by Haley Travis

  embarrassed. It was one of my greatest terrors.

  Mitch seemed to understand my shyness and went out of his way to make me feel calm

  about it. Out of all the men I could have stumbled into this summer, I was incredibly grateful that I found someone who is not only an absolute hunk by anyone’s standards, but a guy

  who was sweet and thoughtful.

  As I walked along the beach to Mitch’s house, I realized that Brendan and Julie would be

  back so late they would assume I was already asleep when they got in. If I wanted to, I

  could stay over at Mitch’s house tonight without the awkwardness of mentioning it to them.

  A month ago, that thought would have filled me with fear. Now, the thought of being

  snuggled in his arms for any length of time made my pulse quicken.

  My hand raised to tap on the door, but Mitch was already opening it, sweeping me

  immediately into his arms for a gigantic, deep kiss.

  “I really did miss you, sweetie. Tell me you like tacos.”

  I laughed, looking around the kitchen. “I think you need a coordinator here.”

  He tried to shoot me a glare, but it dissolved into a grin. “My cooking procedure goes in all directions. It’s just my style.”

  “Quick – stir the beef,” I said, “I’ll grate the cheese.”

  Just like that, we were working on a project together and chatting like we’d known each

  other forever. Somehow we ended up with a row of bowls containing diced vegetables,

  cheese, and beef so that we could construct our dinner.

  Throughout the entire process, Mitch’s hands often skimmed my waist. Or if his hands were

  sticky, his elbow would skim across my back. It became a game to see how much we could

  touch each other and make it look like an accident.

  Although dinner featured one of the most lively and fascinating conversations of my life, all I could do was stare into Mitch’s eyes. Tales of motorcycle jumps, bar fights, and falling off

  buildings in his stuntman days couldn’t compare to the seductive, smoky glances that I could

  feel deeply in places that had never been touched before.

  When we were finished eating, tidying up became another game of getting in each other’s

  way, stealing kisses, and fondling every inch of each other we could reach.

  Knowing that I aroused him made me feel powerful in a strange new way. Each kiss became more scorching than the last, his lips so soft against mine, then more aggressive

  as he began grabbing hold of me, feasting on my mouth.

  After the leftovers were put away, I scrubbed the counters and washed my hands. As I

  turned to reach for a towel, Mitch grabbed my wrists, pinning them over my head as he

  trapped me against the counter.

  Kissing down the side of my neck, he pulled my dress down a little lower with his teeth. His

  teasing was completely working, as I could barely breathe, my breasts straining against his

  busy mouth.

  “Should I let you go?” he asked, kissing down the center of my cleavage as he moved to

  the other side, nibbling along my skin.

  “No,” I breathed.

  Those hungry eyes met mine, as he gripped my hip, pressing himself against me as he

  kissed me with deep, sultry fire. When he finally released my wrists, I wiped my wet hands

  on the back of his t-shirt, making him chuckle into my mouth.

  I loved that being with him was less serious than I would have expected. He was probably

  in his late thirties, but he was completely lighthearted and fun.

  Suddenly I was completely aware of the bulge in his jeans pressing against me. His subtle

  motions had taken on a more animalistic quality, and the sensation that he needed to devour

  me was all-consuming. It was at that moment that I realized I truly wanted him to.

  “Would you like to sit out by the beach again?” he asked. I shook my head, not sure of how

  I should tell him what I really wanted. “Did you want me to walk you home?”

  I shook my head quickly, giving him my sweetest smile.

  “Where would you like to go then, sweetie?”

  My mind raced, trying to think of a way to share what I was feeling without seeming too

  forward. “You haven’t shown me the rest of your house yet,” I said softly.

  Mitch’s eyes blazed, immediately understanding me. Stepping back and taking my hand, he

  said, “Well, I think you’ve seen the yard and the kitchen.”

  Leading me through the large arch of the open doorway, he gestured like a game show

  host. “And this is the fabulous living room.”

  Nodding, I studied the pale blue and soft gray furniture, everything very comfortable and

  relaxed. “Very nice,” I said. “Perfect for watching movies on rainy days.”

  “Will have to do that soon,” he said, giving me a squeeze as he led me up the stairs.

  “That’s a weird wall hanging,” I said. “I mean, I like it, but I don’t know a lot of stuntmen who are into macramé.”

  I meant as a joke, but he instantly frowned. “I keep meaning to take that thing down. I just

  need to get the ladder out because of where it hangs over the stairs.”

  I felt like I had said something wrong, but I wasn’t sure what. It was forgotten the second

  we walked into the bedroom. Heading straight to the enormous window, I looked out over

  the waves. “The view is incredible from every one of these houses,” I said.

  “The view is best in any house where you are,” he said, spinning me into his arms.

  Everything about him made me feel more alive than ever before. For the first time I could

  remember, my over-anxious mind checked out. Untucking his t-shirt, I slid my hands

  underneath, spreading my fingers across his chest. His skin felt so good, and I loved the

  way his eyes blazed.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” he smiled.

  “I have no idea,” I said, gliding my hands lower to brush over the perfect ripples of his abs.

  “I just need to touch you.”

  “Does that mean I’m allowed to touch you as well?” I nodded slowly, as the warmth of his

  eyes became molten. “Am I allowed to touch you everywhere?”

  Nodding again, he was already reaching down for the hem of my sundress, pulling it up and

  over my body slowly.

  “Sweet Jesus,” he murmured.

  The floaty feeling as he laid me across the bed was intoxicating, and was already addicted

  to his touch. Twisting slightly, I unhooked my bra and tossed it aside, while my stomach

  fluttered with curiosity.

  Although I’d simply meant to be helpful, it felt like I’d given him some kind of sign. I sort of believed in signs, and this was definitely a positive one .

  CHAPTER SIX

  * Mitch *

  After trying to keep my hands off Becca so that I didn’t frighten her, being given the go

  ahead was like waving a red flag in front of a bull. I knew that I still needed to be extremely gentle with her, but she didn’t seem nervous anymore. Sitting down beside her, she was laid

  across my bed like an offering.

  Beginning at her thighs, I ran my hands up the outside of her body, coasting around her

  round hips, tickling along her sides until my fingers molded to her incredible breasts.

  As I leaned in to kiss her softly, her hands ran lightly up my arms, examining my biceps,

  then gliding along my chest.

  My lips skipped further down her neck to take a pretty pink nipple into my mouth. Becca’s

  soft cry of pleasure made my cock thicken in my jeans until it was downright uncomfortable.<
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  It had been a long time since I’d been with a woman, and never anyone as perfect and

  sweet as this little treasure.

  “You’re delicious, sweetie,” I murmured, switching to the other side. My tongue circled her

  nipple gently as her hitching gasps filled the room.

  As I pulled as much of her breast into my mouth as I could fit, her fingers danced along the

  back of my neck, her shoulders moving softly as she held me against her. Running a hand

  up her inner thigh, I begin to tease along the elastic at the edge of her panties.

  “Um, you can take those off, if you want to,” she whispered. I heard just a pinch of

  nervousness in her voice again.

  Tickling my fingers along the outside of the silky fabric, I traced her tender folds. “These are rather pretty. Maybe I’d like to see them on you a bit longer.”

  I truly felt like she trusted me, in the way she was giving herself to me so easily. It felt

  perfect to suck and nibble at her breast while stroking gently between her thighs. It felt like her body was mine. That she was mine, completely.

  Each soft moan and gasp was a clue to learning Becca. It felt like her wall of anxiety had

  crumbled completely, and she was letting me truly be with her, both sexually and

  emotionally.

  As I switched to the other side, sucking even harder on her rosy little bud, she writhed

  under me, a cry of pure pleasure filling the air.

  “I think my girl likes that,” I murmured, kissing slowly down her stomach. “Every curve,

  every inch of skin on this sexy body is mine to play with, isn’t it?”

  She nodded with the cutest grin that clearly told me she loved it when I talked dirty.

  Adjusting for a second to tuck a pillow under her head, I kissed along her stomach, stopping at the edge of her panties. “Spread your legs for me,” I softly commanded.

  Holding back a near growl, I was thrilled to see that the silky material was becoming

  soaked through. Brushing my fingers against the wet material, I watched as it clung to her

  swollen pussy lips, pressing gently until I found the sensitive little nub.

  “I love that you’re so wet for me, baby,” I murmured. Running my fingertip back and forth ,

  she shuddered as I touched her clit through the fabric. It felt like it was throbbing, begging for my attention.

  Her hips were rising slightly, trying to press her skin more firmly against my hand.

  Dropping a row of gentle kisses across her stomach, I slid down to place my tongue

  directly on the wet silk keeping me from her hot little pussy. I licked her firmly and she

  gasped, her hands clutching the sheet beneath her.

  “Do you want me to take these off?” I asked. “Do you need me to taste you properly?”

  She nodded, but I paused, staring into those beautiful blue eyes until she realized what I

  wanted. “Yes,” she whispered.

  “That’s my girl,” I said, gripping the waistband and slowly wiggling her panties down her

  legs. She lifted her hips for me to help, then once they were off I threw them aside, settling between her legs as I spread her wide.

  “Every single inch of you is gorgeous, sweetie,” I said gently. She probably expected me to

  dive right in, but I kissed the inside of her knee, then up her thighs a few inches, before

  switching to the other side.

  The way her sweet, soft body was squirming under my touch was driving me crazy, but I

  tried to put my own urges aside for the night.

  Leaning in, I lapped gently at the crease at the top of her thigh, moving slowly inward.

  Dragging my tongue gently around her outer pussy lips, her moans were becoming

  breathier. Watching her pink tunnel begin to drip with moisture, I knew that she was more

  than ready for a climax.

  Dipping the tip of my thick finger barely into her entrance, I swirled my tongue slowly around her clit.

  “Please,” she gasped, her fingers tangled in the sheets as she quivered.

  “Please, what?” I asked. My finger slid inside her to the first knuckle, sweeping tiny circles around her wet tunnel.

  “You’re driving me crazy,” she moaned.

  “What is it you need, sweetie?” I asked. I knew that I was being a bastard, forcing a shy girl to say something dirty, but I needed to hear it.

  “Please…make me come?” she barely breathed.

  Flattening my tongue, I finally licked straight across her clit, making her squeal. “I know

  you’re shy, baby, but you’re going to have to ask for things you want sometimes.” Working

  my finger slowly in and out of her snug wetness, I licked upward, sweeping my tongue

  straight across her swollen, desperate clit.

  “Oh my God,” she moaned, her hands finding my hair and gripping me tightly. “Please.”

  I wished I could tell her how absolutely beautiful she looked in this moment. Her delicate

  skin was slightly flushed, her hair wild in a halo around her. Her wide, bright eyes looked

  startled, but so pretty, as her luscious rosebud mouth fell open into a sexy O.

  I stopped my steady licking to tease a circle around her little nub until she was nearly

  vibrating with need. “Please don’t tease me,” she cried. “Mitch… I need…”

  My erection was grinding into the bed beneath me as I dug in, licking hard and fast at her

  sweet little clit.

  I always wanted to be the man who would give her everything she needed, and my own

  needs were going to have to wait until my girl was ready, and thoroughly satisfied.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  * Becca *

  Being so completely open, so vulnerable to Mitch was spinning my mind into another

  stratosphere. Feeling his hot, wet tongue right against my button of nerves was more

  sensation than I’d ever tried to process before.

  Grinding against him shamelessly, I pulled his hair as I worked my naked pussy against his

  hot mouth. The pressure of his thick finger pushing into me was making me feel like he was

  completely in control, something I never knew that I had craved.

  “Yes…yes, please!” I wailed, as the waves of heat built inside me, about to boil over.

  Every single muscle in my entire body tensed at the same time. At that second, I realized I

  wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted him to open me, the two of us sharing the same

  space. As the pleasure spilled over me in a chaotic, twitching blanket of bliss, I screamed,

  wiggling against his tongue as I fell back against the bed.

  When I finally stopped moving, Mitch removed his finger, lapping gently around my pussy

  lips as if he was truly enjoying my taste. “I can’t believe how delicious you are,” he

  murmured, his voice even darker, thick with desire.

  “Kiss me,” I begged, trying to pull him towards me by the shoulders, but unable to get a

  grip.

  He crawled up to lie beside me, his lips meeting mine as I moaned, taking in my strange

  secret fragrance. Then I realized that I was completely naked, while he was fully clothed.

  Reaching down, I pulled at the bottom of his t-shirt, and he helped me yank it off.

  “Wow,” I whispered. I felt my teeth sinking into my bottom lip just from the sight of him.

  Every group of muscles was tight and well-defined, making him look like a bodybuilder as

  much as a tough guy. My hands glided up his warm chest as I tipped my lips to his again.

  It was surprising how much the physical closeness was instantly making me feel emotionally

  bonded to Mitch. I knew that we really liked each other, and he was sexy
as hell. But after

  sharing such a raw experience, I felt like I knew him much better. As if I had somehow

  bared my soul to him, and he had cared for me perfectly.

  The gentleness of his lips against mine surprised me. He still felt hungry, slightly on edge, but he would never let that aggression spill out toward me.

  His self control was remarkable. Mitch made no move to take off his pants, or go any

  further. Somehow this made me want him even more.

  His tongue swirled softly in my mouth, making both of us moan. The way our breath mingled

  together, as our fingers explored every bit of skin we could reach, I felt like I was dissolving

  into him. Becoming part of him.

  “I need to feel you come while I’m kissing you,” he mumbled against my lips.

  I adored how desperate he sounded. He was breathing fast and heavy, as his hand

  squeezed my breast, teasing my nipple with his thumb. He seemed to be experimenting with

  my body, listening to what made me quiver beside him.

  My moans became louder, as my fingers raked across his shoulders, through his hair, down

  his back – everywhere I could reach. Mitch pinched my nipple gently until I squealed against

  his lips.

  “There it is,” he almost chuckled, before kissing me deep and hard again. His hand slid

  down my side to nestle between my thighs as I opened them. My body was aching for his

  touch as he began to dip a finger beside me.

  “You’re dripping wet for me,” he breathed. “You have no idea how hot that makes me,

  sweetie.”

  As he plunged deeper, I cried out, my hips bucking toward his hand. It would have been so

  easy to wriggle against him until I came again. But a thought flooded me like a brushfire – I needed him to come with me. He was so busy showing me how much he cared for me, that

  he hadn’t made any indication that he wanted a turn for himself.

  Besides, I was curious. I’d heard him make a strange, low growl when he first tasted me. I

  needed to hear whatever sounds he made when he came too.

  My left hand circled his neck as my right hand slipped down his hard stomach, slowly

  unbuttoning his jeans. Instantly his kiss changed, feeling hungrier. “Are you after

  something?” he barely breathed.

  “Yes,” I whispered. “You.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  * Mitch *