Page 49 of Matched By My Rival
His lips quirked. “Sounds fun.”
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PARKER
Thereended up being around the corner of the bar, in the back alley. We’d barely gotten out of the glow of the overhead security lights before Simon pushed me against the brick wall and kissed me with unrestrained hunger.
I groaned as his tongue invaded my mouth, slick and hot. He grabbed fistfuls of my shirt, yanking it up, breaking the kiss to pull it over my head. Jesus, we were going to do this right out in the open? My cock throbbed in my jeans, on board with that plan, even though it seemed reckless.
“Here?”
“Do you have a better idea?”
His hands skated over my flanks, then up to my nipples. He pinched them both at the same time, and a sharp spark of pain made me arch into the pull. “Fuck!”
Simon let me go only to rake his nails down my abs, making me gasp, before yanking open my jeans.
Thank fuck the bar had already cleared out and closed down. There was only one vehicle in the lot, the other bartender’s, I assumed. It was as if Simon were a man possessed. Last week, he’d been a fiery tempest of lust and rage, but tonight he was something different.
He washungry,and I was the fucking dessert.
He shoved my jeans and boxer briefs down to mid-thigh, nearly taking my dick with them. I winced as material tugged my cock down roughly before letting it pop free. My dick bounced up to smack my abs, and Simon licked his lips as looked me over.
My skin prickled as I became aware of just how exposed I was, standing mostly naked in a dark alley. A cool breeze danced over my skin, raising even more goosebumps.
It did nothing to dampen the lust swamping me.
“Touch me,” I said, my voice sounding loud in the silence that had fallen between us.
Simon wrapped his big hand around my cock, and I squeezed my eyes shut, groaning. He jerked me roughly without lube or even spit, but I didn’t care as his mouth came down on mine once more. Just having him against me, touching me, was amazing.
He was still fully dressed. That didn’t seem fair. I tugged at his shirt. “Wanna see you.”
“Next time,” he said.
My heart skipped. There would be a next time.
I dropped my hands to his waistband, tugging open his jeans, reaching inside to grip the hot length of his cock. “Gotta let me have this at least.”
He dropped his mouth to my neck, moaning a little as I stroked him. I wanted to jerk us off together, but everything was too dry. I pushed him back enough to drop to a crouch, jeans stretching even tighter across my thighs.
“Fuck,” he whispered just before my mouth engulfed his cock.
He exhaled shakily as I drew him deeper, using my tongue to get him nice and wet. I bobbed a few times, until I was satisfied he was slick enough, then stood and raised my hand. “Lick me.”
Simon looked confused.
“My cock is too dry. I need—”
Before I could finish, Simon dropped down in front of me. My breath caught as I watched him bathe the head of my cock with his tongue. My thighs began to tremble as each flick of his tongue sent sparks through me. He licked up and down the shaft, flicked his tongue against the frenulum, swirled it over the head once more—making me weak in the knees—then slid a few inches entirely into his mouth.
“Fuck, Simon.”
He grabbed my hips as I bucked on reflex, wanting to bury my cock deeper. His tongue was busy swirling around me as he sucked, and my eyes rolled up in my head.
“Wait, stop!” I gasped desperately, worried I’d come too soon.
He slid off and rose his feet, and I yanked him to me in another kiss. This one wet and sloppy, both of us too worked up for finesse. I reached between us, grabbing his cock and mine, now wet with each other’s saliva, and pressing them together.
