Page 63 of Matched By My Rival
“Yes!” he cried. “There. Right there.”
I angled my thrusts, attempting to hit the same spot again and again. I squeezed my hand around his cock, creating a tight fist for him to fuck into. Within minutes, Parker was shaking even harder. “Gonna come. Fuck. Gonna come with your cock inside me.”
“Yeah, baby. Do it.” I groaned, vaguely aware we’d tipped into corny sex talk territory and not even caring. “Come on my cock. Wanna feel it.”
He gave a whimpering cry I’d never heard before—not the one time I’d made him come before anyway. This was more primal, more desperate. Warmth gushed over my fingers, and his inner muscles pulsed with the echoes of his orgasm.
“Ah God,” I said as it all became too much. My balls drew up. My cock throbbed. And I came as I shoved hard into his body, trying to bury myself as deeply as possible. I was already in him to the hilt, but somehow it wasn’t enough.
I wanted it all, wanted everything. All of him.
My vision whited out, which had legit never happened before, as I pumped out my release. And when I came to, I was pinning Parker to the bed.
“Simon?” he asked.
“Fuuuck.” I pushed a hand into the bed, lifting myself from him on shaky arms, and withdrew. “Didn’t mean to crush you.”
Parker rolled over as I stumbled back, legs feeling like jelly. He smiled, those wide lips loose and looking a little goofy. “I liked it. Now, get in the bed before you fall on your ass.”
I gratefully collapsed next to him, still breathing hard. “Damn. That was…”
“Some high-quality fucking,” he said, rolling toward me to kiss my shoulder. The kiss there was brief, but something about it felt incredibly intimate. Such a small touch, and yet it conveyed so much gentleness. “I knew you’d be good, but damn. That wasamazing.”
I scoffed. “Please, you’re the one who was amazing.”
His gaze held mine. “Maybe we’re both amazing when we’re together.”
“Maybe,” I said softly.
I didn’t know what else to say, so I kissed him and let my body do the talking for me. If Parker understood body language at all, then he’d know I was overwhelmed, amazed, and so, so grateful to have him in my arms.
18
PARKER
Simon rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom. I stayed on the bed, knowing I should clean up and unwilling to move just yet. I wanted to enjoy my afterglow as long as possible. Simon had been great, way sweeter than I’d expected him to be. That moment when he’d realized I was a virgin to anal sex? As embarrassing as it was, he’d reacted with such concern for my well-being that I knew this wasn’t just lust-crazed fucking. At a minimum, we were friends.
The touch of a wet, warm cloth made me jolt. I opened my eyes, watching as Simon ran the damp cloth over my skin, cleaning my most intimate places with a gentle touch. Our eyes met briefly, and I felt more naked than I’d ever been. My breath caught in my throat as he smiled down at me.
“Feeling okay?” he asked. “I didn’t wreck your ass too badly, did I?”
And just like that, he snapped me out of my sappiness. I slugged his arm. “Someone’s feeling good about himself.”
He smirked. “And why wouldn’t I? I just fucked the hottest guy in the room.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m also the only guy in the room other than yourself.”
He laughed. “Oh, did I say the room? I meant, any room.”
“You’re surprisingly sweet.”
He looked taken aback. Because I called him sweet, or because I was surprised? I wasn’t sure. He started across the room before abruptly turning back.
“I’m sorry—” I started, worried that I must have offended him.
Simon hovered at the side of the bed. “No, I’m sorry,” he said. “I’ve given you no reason to expect me to be anything but an asshole.”
I sat up, wanting to be at eye level. “That’s not true.”
