Page 37 of Matched By My Rival
Simon grabbed my hair and pulled me forward. I let him push his cock against my lips.
“Open that big mouth of yours and suck me.”
I started to laugh, but Simon thrust forward, and his cock pressed through my parted lips. My laugh turned into an appreciative moan as his flavor burst over my tongue. I’d wanted this man in my mouth for ages, even if it took this moment for me to fully realize it. Simon, the intensely passionate football player. And BiCuriousStud, the sensitive, uncertain guy I’d met online. I’d wanted them both, equally, and now I had them in one package.
It was still difficult to reconcile the two as Simon thrust, holding my head tightly, taking what he wanted from me. It wasn’t at all how I’d pictured the first time with BiCurious. But it was good, so fucking good. The velvety steel length of him—pushing ever deeper into my mouth and nudging my throat—silenced my chaotic thoughts.
“Fuck me,” Simon groaned again, and this time his voice was soaked with pleasure. I glanced up to see his eyes riveted on me. With one finger, he traced my lips. It was a gentle touch, contrasting with the rough way he’d shoved me to my knees. “Gonna let me come in this pretty mouth?”
I hummed my answer, taking him deeper, as I reached down to fumble open my jeans and tug out my cock. I was desperate for relief.
Simon thrust deeper, choking me, as he barked a broken shout of release. His cum shot down my throat, and I swallowed convulsively. Spots danced in my eyes as I went too long without oxygen.
When he pulled free, I gasped for air, still stroking my own cock frantically.
“That’s it,” Simon urged. “Let me see you shoot.”
Every muscle wound tighter and tighter. I was close, so close.
Then Simon grabbed my hair, tugging my head back as he bent and kissed me deep and dirty.
And I was gone.
I cried out against his mouth, his wet tongue sliding along mine, surely tasting his own cum, as I came over my hand.
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SIMON
Oh, fucking fuck.
That had really happened. Sex with a man. Sex withParker.
I didn’t even like him. What the hell had come over me? One minute, I’d been furious that he was actually HotPan, sure that he’d orchestrated one more humiliation for me. The next, I’d been kissing that big mouth I’d always wanted to shut up. Parker’s mouth wasgenerous,but I’d never thought about what that meant beyond him having wide, full lips that turned into a mocking grin all too often. But now I had a new context forgenerous.
I couldn’t stop thinking about hisgenerousmouth tight on my cock, sucking and bobbing, taking me deep. This hadn’t been Parker’s first rodeo. Which, duh. I knew that, because Parker was HotPan, the guy who’d been leading me through my sexual exploration.
“Why the fuck would you take Kristin to a party?”
Parker looked up from his place on his knees. He’d fallen against my thigh, breathing hard after coming, and my brain had run riot ever since.
“Uh…”
“Did you want what was mine so badly you’d date a woman you weren’t even into? Did you even consider how that’d make Kristin feel?”
Parker scrambled to his feet, yanking up his jeans as he rose. I hurriedly did the same, not wanting to be exposed a minute longer. Now that the lust had faded, I was frustrated as hell that I’d given in to the urge to kiss him in the first place. Why had I done that? Parker was handsome, objectively. Blondish hair, blue eyes, typical Americana cream-of-the-crop bullshit. I wasn’t into that, was I?
“I’m pansexual. Pretty sure I mentioned that during one of our chats. The name, HotPan22? It’s a reference to my sexuality.”
Right. Fuck. It was so hard to reconcile Parker and HotPan. Iknewthey were the same, and yet, I couldn’t seem to merge the things I knew about Parker and the things I knew about HotPan into the one guy standing before me.
“In case you forgot, pansexuality means that gender is not really a factor in who attracts me.” He shifted. “But just so we’re clear, I didn’t lead Kristin on. She asked me to go to the party as a friend.”
I scoffed. “A friend. I saw how friendly you were.”
Parker shook his head. “Do we have to play this record again? I’m not interested in Kristin. I never was. I was always way more into you.”
I blinked. Did he mean…
