Author’s note: This scene was originally written to be included when Parker draws Simon into his dorm room for the first time. For the sake of story pacing, I opted to leave it out and let tension build between them instead. But as the saying goes, no dirty deed should go to waste… or something to that effect 😉 

PARKER

Simon was pinned against my dorm room door—just where I wanted him. It didn’t matter that this was risky. Didn’t matter that he shouldn’t be here. I wanted him so badly, I ached with it.

He grabbed my neck, yanking me into a scorching kiss, proving he wanted me just as much. 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 full-sized 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.

I shoved at his shirt. “Take this off.”

“I guess it’s your risk to take,” he said as he pulled his shirt over his head, baring chiseled abs and a broad chest that made my mouth water. He was exquisite, even weeks out of training. The man had amazing genes.

“What does that mean?” I asked. “You don’t care if people know?”

Simon tossed his shirt aside. A blush was beginning to work its way up his chest and into his face. “I do, but it’s not the same. I’m not on the team anymore.”

I nodded. Simon got my dilemma. He got it more than any other person I might hook up with. Because he’d been in that locker room. He’d seen the posturing, the bragging about hookups with girls. There was probably no sport more fixated on masculinity than football.

I stripped off my shirt and leaned down to kiss him, more gently this time. “You’re right. It’s a risk I don’t take lightly. You were here for some other reason. If someone sees you leaving my room, I dragged you in here to attempt yet another apology for ruining your life. You still hate me.”

His lips quirked. “I guess I can sell that.”

I grabbed his nipple, twisting hard, and he yelped. “Fucker.”

He rolled me beneath him, then kissed me much harder. “I don’t have much time.”

“Better make it good then.”

Simon scooted down, dragging my track pants with him. My cock popped free, and he wasted no time in diving down on it. I gasped as he enveloped me in wet heat. I tapped his shoulder, and he raised his eyes to meet mine. Seeing the possessive look in them while his mouth was still tight on my cock made me shudder.

Jesus, that’s a good look on him.

“Turn around,” I said, my tongue feeling too thick in my mouth. Making my words clumsy. “I want you in my mouth too.”

We repositioned ourselves hurriedly, me rolling to my side, so he could mirror me in reverse. Simon yanked open his jeans and shoved them to mid-thigh before diving back down on my cock, sucking hard and fast. We both knew there was no time to waste. This was incredibly risky behavior, but I couldn’t make myself care. I grabbed hold of his cock, and he rocked his hips toward my mouth. I parted my lips, letting him thrust inside with a groan.

Normally, this wasn’t my favorite sexual position. I preferred to focus solely on my partner. I found it distracting, trying to multitask while having sex. But it was a definite time-saver, and I couldn’t deny there was something erotic in feeling blissful suction on my cock at the same time I sucked his—the knowledge he was feeling exactly what I was at the same time. That was heady.

I pulled out all my tricks, and felt him follow my lead, echoing my moves when I fondled and rolled his balls, then brushed a finger over his taint. When I found his hole, he tensed a little, but he also did the same to me, brushing the pad of his thumb over my entrance. I shivered, spreading my legs a little, and he pressed in harder. I continued teasing him, keeping my touch light, until he pushed back against me, inviting me inside. Then I slowly pushed the tip of my index finger into him.

He made a choked noise, and I felt his cock throb in my mouth. Then he was coming. I did my best to swallow while his hips jerked against me, nearly gagging me. For a few minutes, we were both caught up in his orgasm. My needs took a backseat as he shuddered and moaned. I was enjoying the sight of Simon falling apart enough that I didn’t really care if I came or not.

I let Simon recover, content to stroke his exposed hip.

“Damn,” he croaked. “That was…”

“Yeah,” I said with a smile. “You came hard.”

He blinked, then looked at my still hard cock. “Fuck, sorry.”

“It’s oka—fuck!” Simon swallowed me down, sucking hard, and plunged a finger into me roughly. The burn added a nice thrill to the pleasure flooding me. As he continued to suck and finger me, I turned my face into my pillow, biting down so that I wouldn’t make too much noise. Simon curved his finger, reached, and—

“There,” I groaned. “Fuck yeah.”

He pegged my prostate again while sucking and I couldn’t have stopped the flood of come if I’d tried. I gasped his name in warning, and then it was all over. Simon spluttered as I came into his mouth. Jesus. He was a quick study. I could hardly tell he was new to all this.

As I came back to awareness, Simon was already rolling off the bed and yanking up his jeans. I lay splayed out, without a stitch on, while he was fully dressed.

“How come I’m the one naked again?” I demanded.

Simon smirked down at me. “You can’t help showing off.”

My jaw dropped. It wasn’t as if I were the one who’d undressed me, but Simon was already laughing and dipping down to kiss me one final time. I wasn’t used to the less serious side of him yet.

“Kidding, Parker. You’re a hot pan. Of course I gotta look my fill.”

My lips curved up in a sated smile. “That’s a better answer, BiCuriousStud.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m never going to live that name down.”

“No,” I agreed. “You never, ever will.”

He gave me one more lingering once-over. Then with a little head shake, as if he still couldn’t believe he was hooking up with his rival, he left the room. I lay back, smiling, smug in my afterglow. Simon Prentiss was someone to gloat about. If I couldn’t yell it from the rooftops, I’d settle for daydreaming as I replayed all our greatest hits in my mind.

His intense eyes, his hard mouth, the bruises he left from his tight grip. I reached down, fingering a tender spot on the back of my thigh. Oh yeah, Simon was just as aggressive in bed as he’d ever been on the field—and I couldn’t get enough of him.

Want more of Parker and Simon? You can find their steamy, snarky, enemies to lovers romance in Matched By My Rival, available on Amazon/Kindle Unlimited and Audible!