Page 22 of Rookie Moves

His hand moves to under my chin. Fingers gently tilt my head up until I’m at the perfect angle for him to glide his tongue along my lower lip, soothing the pleasant sting his teeth left behind.

My lips part, and Tyler takes the invitation to slide his tongue into my mouth.

Seven million sensations course through my body. It’s like the firework show at Disney World is being set off inside me, shooting pleasure from my scalp to the soles of my feet.

My hands remain limp at my sides. I don’t know what to do with them. I want to touch him, but I don’t know where to put them.

On his face? His hips? His incredible ass?

Just put your hands on him, dumbass. Stop overthinking it.

I try to let go of my runaway thoughts and place my hands on his waist through the sides of his unzipped hoodie, gripping his T-shirt between my fingers. His body is solid beneath my touch, the warmth of his skin seeping through the fabric.

A choked noise escapes my throat when his tongue glides against mine. He angles his head slightly, taking the lead I so desperately need to follow. His kiss is a heady mix of confidence and softness, and his tongue explores my mouth in ways that have my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

A rare boost of confidence spikes through me, and I tug him closer, causing our hips to press together. He lets out a low moan when our cocks rub against one another, and I realize he’s getting hard.

“Holy fuck,” I gasp, my head falling back.

Tyler dips his head, trailing his lips up my neck. His teeth graze the underside of my jaw, and then he runs his tongue over my skin to my ear.

“You’re so fucking hot, Colbs,” he whispers. His breath ghosts over my ear, and my entire body shivers.

It’s like I lose all my inhibitions at those five words. I lift my hand and dive my fingers into the hair on the back of his head, sending his ball cap falling to the ground as I slam my mouth back over his.

I’m confident but clumsy. We’re an uncoordinated hot mess as our teeth click together, noses colliding.

He stumbles backward, a pleasured moan rumbling in the back of his throat. My tongue dives back into his mouth, exploring and claiming every inch of him. My hips move like they have a mind of their own, grinding my hard cock against his equally hard thigh.

Holy shit. I’m going to come from a fucking kiss.

It’s that thought that has me pulling away and taking a step back. I reach down to squeeze my dick through my shorts, grimacing at how close I was to embarrassing myself again.

He lets out a low chuckle, running a hand through his mussed-up hair.

“Damn, Colbs. I’ve often wondered what it would be like to kiss you, and—” He lets out a low, satisfied hum, shaking his head almost in disbelief. “Damn, it was better than I could’ve imagined.”

Wait, Tyler’s thought about kissing me? On more than one occasion?

My cheeks instantly heat, not with embarrassment, but with anticipation to find out what other things he’s imagined doing to me.

A rush of warmth spreads through my chest at the lust-filled glint in his eyes, and I raise my hand to my mouth, trying to hide the wide grin that stretches over my face.

He takes a step forward and wraps his fingers around my wrist.

“Don’t hide your smile, Colbs. It’s one of my favorite things.”

I go to duck my head out of habit but manage to stop myself. It’s not that I lack self-confidence, but these are uncharted waters. I haven’t got a fucking clue what I’m doing, and I’m so conscious about messing it up.

I don’t want my rookie moves to hinder this opportunity with him.

It might be the only opportunity I get.

“You won’t mess up,” he says, like he can read my mind. “Just… follow whatever feels natural to you. I’m an open book. You can do what you want to me, and I’ll tell you if I feel uncomfortable.”

“Will you tell me if you like it?”

He smirks. “Colby, you’ll know if I like it.”