Page 53 of Matched By My Rival
PARKER
I heard a familiar voice in the hall and cracked my door. There, in the flesh, was Simon Prentiss. He was striding down the hall in my direction, phone pressed to his ear as he laughed.
It was too much temptation to resist. As he drew even with me, I reached out and snagged his arm. He startled as I yanked him into my room and slammed the door.
“What the fu—”
I kissed him quick and hard to silence him. Then moved my mouth to his ear. “End your call.”
Simon glanced down at his phone as if he didn’t know what it was. I smirked, enjoying that my kiss had shaken everything else out of his mind. After a brief pause, he lifted his phone to his ear. “Sorry, Chels. I’ve got to help a guy with something.” He listened for a second, then chuckled. “Oh yeah, he owes me big. Catch you later. Bye.”
He hit the disconnect button, then met my eyes.
“I owe you big, huh?”
“Oh yeah. You can pay up now.”
He grabbed my neck, yanking me into another kiss. I let him take charge for a moment, let him hold me immobile as he pushed his tongue into my mouth and kissed me deep. Then I pushed back, challenging his aggression with a little of my own as I dropped my hand and grabbed his cock through his jeans, squeezing.
He groaned. “Fuck. We can’t do this here.”
“We can.” I pulled him toward my bed. “Come away from the door.”
“What if someone sees me leaving?”
“You weren’t in the building to see me,” I said as I shoved him down onto my bed and crawled overtop of him. “Tell them the truth.”
“Yeah, but…but…”
Simon couldn’t seem to finish his sentence as I shoved up his shirt and licked a stripe just above his waistband. His hips tilted up a little, a silent plea for more attention to his cock. I ignored it, moving up instead, nibbling just above his navel.
He sucked in his stomach, hissing. “Jesus, Parker, I can’t think.”
I lifted my head to meet his eyes. “Sorry. I got carried away.” I smiled sheepishly. “You’re just so fucking hot.”
To my great surprise, Simon blushed. “You are too,” he said almost too quietly for me to hear.
I shifted, feeling him hard beneath my ass. He groaned and jerked me forward for another kiss.
“Want your dick in my mouth,” I whispered into his ear. “Let me?”
“Parker…”
I scuttled down, palming him through his jeans. He was already so hard, and he lifted his hips, pushing into my hand. With a smirk, I leaned forward and brushed my lips over the bulge in his jeans.
His hands slid into my hair. “You’re killin’ me here.”
“But you’ll die happy?”
“Who wouldn’t with that mouth of yours working them over?”
I looked up at him, slowly licking my lips. “Thought you hated my big mouth.”
“That was before it sucked my dick.”
I laughed, even as a small part of me wondered if my dick sucking was all that he liked about me. That wasn’t true, I knew. We connected online before we ever hooked up. And we still chatted regularly. It’s just that Simon was different in texts than he was in person. More open, more sensitive.
In person, there was such a sexual charge between us it tended to drown out everything else.
