Page 50 of Matched By My Rival
His breathing stuttered. “That’s…”
“Good, right?”
“Yeah.”
His cock was hot and hard alongside mine, and I wrapped my hand around one side. Then guided his hand to wrap around the other. Together we squeezed our cocks tight within the tunnel of our hands.
Then I began to thrust, sliding our cocks together, and Simon did the same.
“Oh fuck,” he muttered as we worked ourselves higher and higher. “Fuck, fuck. I’m gonna—”
I slammed my mouth against his, muffling his cry as he came with a hot gush inside my fist. Everything got slicker as I picked up the pace, bucking my hips. Simon pulled away, freeing his dick, and fisted his hand tightly around me, stroking, and that was all it took.
I came with a silent gasp, arching as my body tightened and released. Lost to the pleasure, I didn’t even feel the brick scraping my back or the wind on my flushed cheeks.
My eyes snapped open when cotton and denim suddenly rubbed against my sensitive skin. Simon had stepped forward, pressing tight against me, and turned my face away from the street.
A car drove past, making my heart—which was already beating a quick tempo—pick up the pace.
“Fuck, could they…”
“They didn’t see,” he assured me.
Our eyes met and held, both of us aware of the consequences if theyhadseen.
“We need to be more careful,” I said.
He nodded. “Sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I just…wanted you.”
“The bartender inside. Do you think he recognized me?”
Simon shook his head. “You don’t need to worry about Rhett. He’s a good guy, okay? He won’t say anything.”
I hoped Simon was right. I’d been reckless tonight. Drunk, and horny, and dumb.
But it’d gotten me here. Gotten me what I wanted.
Simon still held me, his body like a warm blanket against mine. One I was reluctant to give up. My hands tightened around him for a moment before I forced myself to let go.
I pushed him back gently. “I should cover up.”
“Yeah.” He backed up, reaching down to pick up my shirt for me while I tugged up my jeans. For the second time, I’d be returning to my dorm a mess, courtesy of one Simon Prentiss.
At least this time he wouldn’t ghost me, I hoped.
“Next time, we need to find a better place to do this.”
Simon already sounded distant. “Next time?”
I stepped forward, grabbing him around the neck. Glaring, I silently dared him to argue as I said, “Yeah. Next time we fuck around, Simon. I want you naked, and we can’t do that in an alley.”
He swallowed hard. “The frat is full of people.”
“So is my dorm.”
“So, where does that leave us?”
I chewed on my lip. “In an alley?”
