Page 111 of Impromptu Match

“I have a surprise for you,” he purred, fiddling with the belt of his robe. I swallowed, my gaze darting down his front and my cock already firming up under the towel.

“Oh yeah?” I sat up and shuffled to the edge of the bed, resting my feet on the floor.

“Yes.” He paused for dramatic effect, then throatily murmured, “I’m wearing underwear for you.”

While the opposite was usually what someone said to be seductive, Holt never wore underwear, so I immediately started wondering what kind of underwear he’d put on specifically to seduce me. How skimpy it was. Maybe it was see-through. Or, oh shit, lacy.

My cock was already tenting the towel. I swallowed, my gaze fixed on his long fingers still playing with the belt of his robe. “Can I see?”

Holt smirked, slowly untying the belt. My fingers curled into the edge of the mattress in anticipation, tongue darting out to wet my lips.

He stripped off his robe to reveal a tiny pink thong. My mouth immediately went dry. The fabric was kind of shiny and extremely clingy, a bit like the briefs some of the wrestlers wore. But these were even skimpier than those. I was actually pretty impressed that it was managing to contain the obvious erection Holt was sporting.

I loosed a shaky exhale as I stared, eyes roaming over every covered inch of him. Then I noticed that his balls actually looked a little… lumpy under the panties, for some reason. But obviously I didn’t say anything.

“Do you like them, baby?” he asked throatily, sauntering closer.

“Yes,” I croaked, then cleared my throat to repeat it. “Yes. I… really like them.”

“And there’s something else.” He stopped just in front of me and fiddled with the waistband, lowering it until I could see the stiff root of his cock, a hint of his shaft as it strained up toward his hip. “Do you want to see the other surprise?”

“Yes,” I croaked again immediately, reaching out to skim my palms up the backs of his thighs.

But he took a step back and flashed me a sly grin, then began to tug the panties down over his hips. He shuffled his feet out wider and left them stretched around the middle of his thighs, but I wasn’t looking at the panties anymore.

Now I was looking at the tassels hanging from his balls.

I burst out laughing as Holt stood there proudly, his hands on his hips. The tassels were bright pink—obviously—and sparkly, the heart-shaped pasties clinging to his sac for dear life. As he chuckled and bent over slightly to peer down at them, the left one fell off.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” He bent to grab it. “Ball skin is not designed to have stuff stuck to it. It’s too… textured.”

“Well, I appreciate the effort.” I grinned up at him. “Is that why you took so long in the bathroom?”

“Yes,” he grumbled, trying to stick the left one back on. It was like watching someone attempt to secure to a postage stamp to a very squishy parcel filled with liquid.

And wrapped in chicken skin.

Holt gave up a moment later with a huff, wincing as he carefully peeled the other tassel off. “I was in there trying to figure out how to make them spin, but I couldn’t do it anyway.”

I laughed and took the tassels, setting them on the nightstand before standing up to tug him closer by his hips. “It’s definitely an art form.”

“Wanna try?” he asked with a grin, wrapping his arms around my neck.

“No.” I chuckled, skimming my palms down to settle on his ass. “I’d rather do something else.”

“Oh yeah?” He sidled closer until his stiff cock was pressing against my belly. “What’s that?”

“C-could you…” My face flamed red as I glanced down. “Could you put the thong back on? Just for a minute.”

“Hell yes, babe.” He stepped back to tug it up over his hips again, wrangling his erection into it.

“And maybe… sit down on the edge of the bed.” I watched, my pulse thrumming and my cock stiff, as he obeyed, leaning back on his hands and smirking at me.

Wetting my lips, I tugged on my towel so it dropped to the floor. Holt’s pink eyes flared as they took in my erection, his wobbly pupils dilating in a rush.

I was already palming his thighs to spread them wide and sinking to my knees between them. Holt raked his teeth over his lower lip as he watched me. Leaning up, I pressed a soft kiss to his mouth, then another to his neck, before trailing my lips down to his chest.

A tiny groan escaped him when I smoothed my tongue over a nipple, feeling it stiffen instantly. I gave it a gentle suck, then swirled my tongue around it before moving over to the other.

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