Page 36 of Matched By My Rival
“Fuck me,” I muttered, looking away.
“Please stop saying that,” Parker said in a strangled voice.
I jerked my eyes back to his face in time to see a look of such lust it shot heat through my entire body. “What?”
“Fucking you is all I’ve thought about for weeks.” He laughed weakly. “Joke’s on me, huh?”
I couldn’t stop my eyes from making a slow perusal of his body. It was dark, but I could make out the shape of him. I knew how fit he was. Knew because we had practically the same body, the way we’d pushed ourselves in training. He was of a slightly leaner build than me, more flexible. I knew his body intimately too. A series of pics from his profile, and even more illicit ones he’d sent me directly, had filled in any blanks I might have had.
His chest rose and fell faster. When I raised my gaze to his face, he dragged the tip of his tongue over his dry lips.
And I lost it.
There was no thought, no reasoning. I’d spent weeks dipping my toe in the water, testing, evaluating. But now I was in the deep end.
I was ready to swim. Or maybe I’d drown. But if I did, I was taking us both down.
I crushed my mouth to his, shoving him harder into the boxes, and he grasped at my waist for balance, gripping hard enough to hurt. The pain only fueled my need. I grabbed his hair, short on the sides but longer on top, and yanked his head back to better devour his mouth.
Weeks of buildup, of flirting with my bisexuality and tempting myself to no end, exploded in a fiery inferno of need.
I didn’t care if it was Parker. I didn’t care that he was a man I’d blamed and detested. In some ways, it made it easier.
This wasn’t the love connection I thought it might be. It was unbridled lust, and I was just getting started.
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PARKER
Simon kissed like he played football.
Intense. Focused. Single-minded.
His mouth was hard on mine, just like I’d imagined it would be the few times I’d allowed myself to picture kissing him instead of something more violent. He gripped my hair, pushed his tongue inside. At first, I was too stunned to do more than withstand the onslaught.
Simon had been so angry I’d thought he might punch me again. Instead, he was turning me inside out. My blood ran hot, my cock stiffened, and I was sure I’d die if I didn’t touch him. My brain, still overwhelmed with the force that was Simon Prentiss, slowly clicked on enough for me to respond.
I slid my hands under his shirt, traveling over hot, firm skin, and thrust my hips forward, grinding against him. Simon moaned against my mouth.
Still rubbing deliciously against his firm body, I moved my lips to his ear. “Are we doing this, Prentiss?”
His body went rigid. Fuck, maybe I should have kept my mouth shut. But despite everything, despite his hostility and resentment, I remembered that he was also still the sweet guy from the app. The one who’d never done this before. The one who’d been slowly exploring his sexuality with me online.
“I want to,” I murmured, continuing to stroke my hands over his tight muscles. “I really want to do everything we talked about. Remember? You wanted to see my cock, feel it. I wanted to taste yours—”
“Fucking shut up,” Simon ground out between his teeth. At the same time, he put a hand on my shoulder and shoved down.
I went to my knees hard, but face to face with Simon’s bulging jeans, I didn’t care about the unnecessary roughness. I looked up, ready to agree, when I saw him gazing steadfastly at the wall across the room.
“Look at me,” I ordered.
Surprisingly, he obeyed without a word. His gaze cut to mine, intense enough to send a shiver down my spine. I was planning to ask if he wanted this, but I could see it in his face. He was starving for it.
Without looking away, he reached down and yanked open the button of his jeans. He unzipped and drew out his cock. Saliva pooled in my mouth, and I finally tore my gaze from his so that I could look at what he’d exposed. He was not terribly long, but thick, circumcised with a blunt mushroom head.
I’d seen Simon’s cock in the pics we’d shared, but this was different. This time, I could smell his scent, could feel the warmth emanating from him.
This wasreal.
