Page 32 of Rookie Moves

“Fuck’s sake,” I mutter, tapping it harder this time.

“Easy, I’ve got it,” Tyler murmurs beside me.

He slides his arm around me to tap his card, and the light finally turns green.

Pushing open the door, I ignore Tyler’s snicker as he follows me inside. I toe off my shoes and reach behind my head to strip out of my sweatshirt, letting them land in random spots on the floor. My skin feels so fucking hot, it’s like I’m standing next to an open fire, despite the AC blowing out sweet, cold air.

I spin around to face Tyler. I catch him running his tongue on the inside of his cheek, watching me with an intense focus that makes my body run even hotter.

“What do you want, Colbs?” he asks, his voice deep and low.

“You,” I say on a breath. “I want you.”

He takes a step closer.

“You can have me, but tell me, how do you want me?”

“Naked.”

He smirks. “And what do you want to do to me naked?”

My cheeks flame, and I swallow back the nerves that try to surface.

“Tell me, Colbs. Tell me what you want. Tell me what’s been running through your mind that’s gotten you all flustered tonight.”

“I want to touch you,” I confess. “I want to wrap my hand around your cock. Jack you off until you come all over yourself.”

Tyler clearly approves of my confession because he bites down on the inside of his lip and tips his head back, letting out a low groan at the ceiling. Then in a blink of an eye, he tosses his ball cap onto the desk and reaches behind to pull off his hoodie and T-shirt in one smooth swoop.

“And what about you?” he asks, throwing his hoodie onto his bag.

“What about me?”

“What would you like to happen to you? Would you like me to touch you?”

I give him a shaky nod. “Yeah, I want you to make me come.”

“Damnit, Colby,” he mutters under his breath and closes the gap between us. “You have no idea how hot it is hearing you say what you want.”

I don’t answer. Instead, I lean in and kiss him. His hands find home on my hips, tugging me forward those final few inches until I feel his hardening cock against my thigh.

“Fuck, yes,” I moan into his mouth.

I smooth my hands over his abs and up his chest, like I’m memorizing every inch of his soft, warm skin. We separate for long enough to pull my T-shirt over my head, and then his lips are back on mine. I stumble over my feet as he leads me toward the bed until I’m falling back onto the mattress.

He doesn’t follow me down.

Instead, he stands between my parted thighs, gazing down at me.

Tyler is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

His eyes are dark and hungry, and the sight of him has my cock hardening even more. The way his long hair has fallen into his face, the streetlights casting shadows over the valleys and grooves of his muscles.

I prop myself up on an elbow and reach forward to curl my fingers into the waistband at the front of his sweatpants.

“What now? Use your words,” he rasps, and the way he keeps gently urging me to lead this has me gaining enough confidence to order, “I want you to take these off.”

With a pleased grin, Tyler wastes no time losing his sweatpants and boxer briefs in one swift movement. He tugs off his socks, then stands in front of me again, hard cock sticking out proudly.