Page 66 of Matched By My Rival
“I am.” He looked up, a mischievous grin on his face. “You can order me room service.”
He leaned in, teasing at my spent cock with his tongue. I let out a breath, and even now—after two orgasms less than an hour apart—I hardened for him.
“I could handle an appetizer though,” he said, raising an eyebrow.
“Go for it.” What else was I going to say? No? Not very damn likely. Once we got back to campus, Parker and I would be relegated to secrecy and little privacy. I wasn’t going to pass up any opportunity to feel that mouth on me—even if it meant I had to sleep for a week when we got back.
Parker leaned in, engulfing my cock with his mouth, and I slipped my fingers into his hair. “What did I do to deserve you?” I murmured.
He hummed softly, sounding pleased, as he sucked me.
I slid my hands down to cup his face. His gaze flashed up to meet mine. “Fucking perfect,” I rasped. “You and your mouth.”
His eyes darkened, and he sucked me more fiercely, taking me deeper, damn near choking himself as he swallowed around my tip. It was so fucking good, it made me want to do the same for him. But listening to his moans, watching his hand work his own cock, I knew he loved every second of this.
That, more than anything else, sent me spiraling to new heights of pleasure. Until finally, I couldn’t resist.
I came over his tongue, watching him swallow in a haze of endorphins.
When he stood and kissed me, feeding me my own taste, I only reveled in the intimacy of it. It didn’t seem filthy, as it once might have. Just one more way for us to share a part of ourselves that no one else got to see.
“Okay,” he said, bopping me on the nose playfully. “You can buy me dinner now.”
“Ah, good,” I said as he turned on the shower, apparently ready to take his turn getting clean. I couldn’t stay, or I’d want to have him all over again, and I wasn’t sure my cock could handle it. Pretty soon, I’d be shooting dry. “What do you want to eat?”
He made a face. “I should say chicken breast and veggies, but…”
“Coach putting the pressure on?”
He averted his gaze. “You know how it is.”
We hadn’t talked much about football, so I understood Parker’s hesitance to say much. I didn’t want him to be afraid to talk about his life, though, and football was part of it.
“Yeah, I remember. It’s okay to talk about it, Parker. I won’t freak out.”
He smiled tentatively. “Good to know. But I really don’t want to talk about it. It’s the last thing I want on my mind right now.”
“Fair enough.”
His eyes met mine. “Order me a burger. This weekend is all about decadence, right? A little guilty pleasure won’t kill me.”
“You got it,” I said, turning from the room before I could be tempted into more pleasure. But I had to wonder. Did Parker considermea guilty pleasure too? I hoped not, because as secretive as we might have to be, I couldn’t imagine ever regretting this night together. The pleasure I felt with Parker was anything butguilty.Why would it be? I’d gotten lucky.
Lucky that Parker happened to message me of all those people on that app. Lucky that he was patient with me as I slowly waded into bisexuality.
Most of all, lucky that he’d been willing to forgive me.
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PARKER
I woke disoriented and flushed with heat. I kicked off the blankets, huffing in annoyance, until movement drew my attention to the body beside me.
Simon.
Holy fuck, that wasn’t a dream.
Simon shifted onto his back and slung an arm over his head. In sleep, he looked different. More relaxed. His face seemed softer, his mouth slack. Unable to resist, I leaned over and brushed a kiss over those parted lips. He sighed as I trailed little kisses along that jaw that seemed so tight when he was awake, all the way to his throat.
