Page 61 of Matched By My Rival
I leaned out of the shower, dripping water everywhere, and grabbed the front of his shirt, tugging him toward me. “I will tackle you harder than a linebacker and rip off every piece of clothing myself!”
It occurred to me a fraction too late that I probably shouldn’t use football analogies. The last thing I wanted to do was knock Simon out of the mood and remind him of the rivals we used to be. But he laughed, seemingly unfazed.
“As tempting as that sounds, I’ll come peacefully.”
I released him, and he stripped off his shirt, baring that gorgeous physique that had first drawn me to his pics on the app. His shoulders and chest were broad, more built than my own lean frame could support, but my focus was below the waist as he unbuttoned his jeans and stripped them off along with his boxer briefs.
Dark hair dusted his thighs, framing a thick cock that was bobbing before him, already hard as he stepped into the shower with me.
Our bare skin finally,finallyslid together.
It felt like bliss. Just like I’d always known it would.
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SIMON
Parker was wet and slippery, and the feel of him against me was too fucking much. I closed my eyes as sensations overwhelmed me. The texture of silky skin over hard muscle. The way our cocks kissed as we moved in close, flashes of sensation that shot sparks through me. The hot, stinging spray of the showerhead, pouring over us both, turning Parker’s lips wet, turning our first kiss even sloppier than usual.
When he pulled away, I blinked my eyes, trying to clear them of water. But before I could refocus them, tight heat around my cock pulled my gaze down. Parker had lowered himself to his knees. His mouth sealed tight around my cock, even as water dripped down his face. I groaned at the sight of him like that, eyes wide in a face that looked sharper—but also more delicate—with his hair slicked back. His eyelashes clumped into dark points, offsetting his blue eyes. God, he was gorgeous.
He sucked me intently, taking me deep before pulling back to tease at my head. I trembled, one hand pressed to the wall and the other touching his cheek as I tried to withstand the pleasure. He tried out different tempos—all of them so fucking good, but just varied enough that it kept me from tipping over the edge. I realized he was testing my reactions in order to learn what I liked best. And that was such a turn-on, that someone would want to suck my cock so fucking well that they’d take their time exploring and evaluating like that. Kristin certainly hadn’t bothered.
Her name in my mind, while Parker gave an exquisite blow job, was like watching a play go wrong on the field. I tensed, and Parker pulled back, swiping water from his face. “What is it?”
He was out of breath. Between my cock and the water, it was no wonder. I couldn’t take much more anyway. I put a hand under his arm, urging him to his feet, and kissed him. “You’re too good at that. Let’s take this to the bedroom before I embarrass myself.”
He smirked and looked me up and down. “You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about.”
Let’s hope not.I didn’t exactly know what I was doing, but I trusted Parker wouldn’t let me go too far astray. How different could fucking him be from anyone else? I knew the basic mechanics. I wasn’t a virgin.
Parker handed me one of the towels, and we each dried hurriedly before heading to the bed. I’d left a condom and lube on the bedside table. Parker picked up the small foil package and held it out to me. “Suit up.”
I raised the square to my mouth, tearing it open with my teeth, while Parker squeezed lube onto two fingers. I watched, heart beating hard, as he climbed onto the bed on his hands and knees. Lowering his chest to the mattress, he reached back and pressed his middle finger to his crease. I rolled on the condom, snagging the leftover lube to smooth down my shaft, hissing as the pleasure nearly undid me. Watching Parker was a hell of a turn-on.
His eyes met mine over his shoulder, and he smiled knowingly. Then his lips parted, and I suddenly needed to see what I was missing. I gripped his ass, parting his cheeks to reveal his hole stretched around his finger.
“Damn,” I muttered, eyes locked on that little hole that had to somehow accommodate me. “You sure you can handle me?”
Parker gave a breathless laugh. “Someone has a big head.” He glanced down at my cock. “Not that big though.” He winked.
I could feel myself blush at the double entendre. “I didn’t mean that. Just, you look so tight.”
“Mmph.” He grunted as he rocked his finger in, then out. “If you think that now, you should try feeling it.”
He withdrew his finger, and I edged forward, gently pressing my thumb to his entrance. I rubbed it up and down, then in a circular motion, just feeling him. Parker pushed back against me. “Don’t fucking tease. Been waiting a century for this.”
I pressed my thumb in, feeling his ass clamp around it. “Damn, thatistight.”
“Think about how good it’s gonna feel,” he murmured, but his voice was a little strained. I worked my thumb in and out, giving it a twist. With my other hand, I reached under him, slowly stroking his cock. He blew out a deep breath and seemed to melt into the bed, shoulders and face on a pillow, ass in the air.
I would have felt so vulnerable in that position. But Parker seemed at ease. And why not? He was hot as fuck like this.
“That’s better,” I said. “Relax, and I’ll take good care of you.”
He chuckled, voice muffled by the bedding. “Thought I was the teacher.”
“Maybe we can both learn from one another.”
