Page 26 of Rookie Moves

We’re silent for the rest of our ascent to the fourth floor. The air between us is becoming more charged the closer we get to the privacy of our room. We’ll still need to be quiet, no matter what we get up to. In the four years I’ve been at Whilton U, I’ve heard no end of my teammates hooking up with random people they’ve met that night, and I don’t want us to be the topic of conversation over breakfast.

When we reach our room, I scan the key card and push the door when it flashes green, holding it open for Colby to walk inside first. There are two double beds, a small desk and chair, a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall, and a mini fridge containing a few overpriced sodas and candy bars.

Dropping my bag on the bed nearest the window, I turn to look at Colby. He’s standing at the end of the other bed, staring at his bag like he’s never seen it before.

Need to get rid of the tension that’s consuming him.

Understatement of the year.

Without a word, I take a step forward, then another. I close the distance between us in a few easy strides and cradle his jaw with my palms. Tilting his head up with my thumb, the moment his hazel eyes lock with mine, I lose myself in them.

There’s a hint of worry mixed with anticipation, but there’s also a fire burning in them. A want that’s hopefully going to grow stronger the more confident he gets.

“Can I kiss you?” I ask, my voice coming out like gravel.

Wordlessly, he nods, and I slide my mouth over his. I kiss him soft and slow, cataloging every hitch of his breath when I swipe my tongue along his lips. He parts his lips, peeking his tongue out slightly, but I don’t dive right in. I give his tongue a gentle caress with mine and let him take control. It only takes a few seconds before his tongue slips into my mouth.

This kiss is nothing like the one we shared last night. He was eager to the point that our kiss was clumsy and desperate. Though today, I can tell he’s holding back. Nervous, almost.

His hands remain at his sides, like he’s not sure what to do with them.

“Put your hands on me, Colbs,” I murmur against his lips. “Touch me. Feel me. Explore me in every way you want to. Think of my body as your personal adventure playground. I’m here for your pleasure.”

A few seconds pass before Colby finally places his hands on my ribs. His touch is tentative and unsure, gliding over my sides like he’s checking if I’m real or whether I’ll magically combust at any moment.

Sensing he needs some encouragement, I continue to kiss him, but I let him take control of everything else. His hands roam up my chest, smoothing over hard muscle until he reaches my pecs. Thumbs graze over my nipples, and I gasp, pleasure shooting down my spine from that single touch.

“Do that again.”

And he does.

Colby brushes his thumbs over my nipples again, then traces circles around them. A low moan rumbles in the back of my throat. His hands trail further down my torso, over my stomach to my hips. Thumbs dip into the grooves of my V, slipping down behind the elastic of my boxer briefs.

I don’t have any other plans right now except to kiss him until all the stress and tension has disappeared from him. But I meant what I said about him exploring my body in any way he wants, and if that includes getting me naked right now, I’m down for that.

Our tongues collide in a steady duel while Colby’s hands continue their path over my chest and stomach. The kiss has kicked up a notch, becoming more heated with every stroke of our tongues. I can sense the confidence growing in him with every inch of my body he discovers. His hands move around to rest on my lower back, then slowly inch further down until he’s grabbing hold of my ass.

He squeezes, hard, and I moan into his mouth.

“Fuck, Colbs. You’re making me so hard.”

I feel his smile against my lips, turning my cock into an iron bar in my pants.

I know we don’t have time to let this go further. We’ve got to head back downstairs soon for dinner and a strategy meeting, but the need to push him onto the bed and cover his body with mine is a wicked temptation I’m trying hard to ignore.

The sound of pounding footsteps and laughter coming from the hallway is like being drenched under a cold bucket of water, snapping us back to the present, and we pull apart reluctantly.

I blink him into focus, taking in his swollen lips and how the skin around his mouth is now a light pink from stubble burn. His eyes are hazy with lust.

Fuck, I want to know what he looks like when he comes.

My cock throbs at the thought, and I drop my hands from where they found home on his jaw to adjust myself.

His gaze snags on the movement, mouth tugging into a pleased smirk.

“Happy with yourself?” I ask breathlessly, giving my dick a squeeze to try and subside my erection.

“Very.” His eyes flick back up to mine. “Can we do that again when we get back tonight?”