Page 79 of Matched By My Rival
“Then let’s go,” I rasped. “Time’s wasting, and we have to move at least some furniture before I leave. Just in case anyone checks.”
Parker laughed, breath gusting against my neck. I shivered as he pulled away. “You worry too much, Sunshine.”
“Maybe, but someone’s got to look out for you,” I said. “I won’t be the reason you have problems with the team.”
He opened his mouth, looking ready to protest again, but then just shook his head. “You don’t have to come back with me if you’re worried. I know you’re not out. I don’t want to create problems for you either.”
I tugged him into another kiss. “I’ve got nothing to lose. You’re the one taking a risk.”
Parker drew back, pulling me by the wrist to follow him. “I can handle it, Prentiss. Just follow my lead.”
As if I could do anything else. I’d been following Parker’s lead since the moment he messaged me on that hookup app.
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PARKER
The second we got to my room, Simon lost all his reservations. He shed his clothes and followed me into my bed.
We weren’t exactly fresh daisies after all that running and sweating in the sun, but there was something primal about it that did it for me. The smell of us both mingled, the musk of our sweat, the spicy tang of aftershave, and a slight hint of grass. Our sweat-slick skin slid together. It shouldn’t have been appealing. But it gave everything a visceral quality. It anchored me in the moment, imprinted our movements into my sense memory.
Simon pushed me onto my front, pinning me as he reached for the condom and lube. He fingered me roughly, impatiently, and my nerves fired up. Despite the rough handling, I craved more. Craved him.
I’d never really thought of myself as a bottom, but I loved the way he filled me. Loved how it made me feel taken and claimed. The way his entire body surrounded and dominated me. It was overwhelming sometimes, how much it made me feel.
When Simon pushed inside me, we both moaned quietly. I shoved my face into the pillow to muffle my sounds as he pulled back and thrust in harder, angling to stimulate my prostate.
“Fuck, you feel so good. So tight. This ass is a national treasure.” He palmed a cheek and squeezed.
Simon talked a good game while having sex. Later he’d blush if I brought it up. I loved it, though. Loved that he lost his inhibitions when we connected like this.
I lifted my face from the pillow to rasp, “Go harder.”
“Oh, hell yeah.” He slammed forward, his pubic bones smacking my ass. The force made my balls swing and my cock rub against the sheets beneath me. “You can’t get enough, can you?”
I shook my head, unable to speak.
Simon pushed my shoulders down, and my ass only raised higher as I pushed back into his thrusts. “Yeah, baby. You want it deep,” he murmured. “I’m there. So deep in you that I’m part of you now.”
I groaned into the pillow as his words and his cock both hit me just right. My body lit up. He slowed, making me feel every inch as he rocked into me. Deep, deeper. We really were one entity now, both straining toward the same conclusion.
Simon reached under me and enclosed my cock in his fist. The motion of our bodies pushed my cock through his tight grip. I could feel him everywhere: inside me, outside me, all around.
I tensed with building pleasure, body coiled tight, and released with a muffled cry.
Simon followed shortly after, collapsing on me, cock still impaling me as he quaked through his orgasm.
“So good,” I slurred.
“Mm-hmm.” He sighed, then chuckled. “Now, we have to move furniture.”
“Fuck that.”
“Your great idea, not mine,” he said as he carefully withdrew. I felt empty without him, but I was roasting under all the body heat. We couldn’t remain joined forever, no matter how much I loved the feeling of Simon deep inside me.
“I’ll tell the guys we got back here and decided we were too tired.”
Simon kissed my shoulder. “If you’re sure.”
