Page 33 of Rookie Moves

Considering we share a locker room and the showers are open, this isn’t the first time I’m seeing Tyler naked, but this time, it feels different. It’s like all those nights I spent having wicked fantasies about Tyler have materialized into real life.

I let myself take him in from head to toe. The thick column of his neck and strong lines of his shoulders. His wide chest and narrow waist. My mouth goes dry when my gaze reaches his long, hard cock.

“Touch yourself,” I demand on a shaky breath.

Keeping his eyes locked on mine, Tyler wraps his fingers around his shaft and gives himself a slow stroke. I follow the movement with my eyes, making a mental note of the way he twists his palm over the tip before sliding back down to the base.

I curl my fingers into the sheet beneath me, fighting the urge to reach out and touch him. I force myself to shift my stare from his cock to those thick thighs I love so much, the curve of his quads dusted in dark hair.

Swallowing roughly, I lock eyes with him again and ask, “Where do you want me?”

He jerks his chin toward the top of the bed. “Lie back.”

I crawl up the bed until I’m sitting back against the pillows, and glance over at him for his next instruction.

“And Colbs?” he adds.

“Yeah?”

“Lose the pants. I want to see all of you.”

Without taking my eyes off him, I lift my hips and shove my sweatpants down my legs, taking my underwear off at the same time. I toss them onto the floor before slipping my socks off too.

Tyler’s dark gaze appraises me for a heated moment, and then he moves to where his bag is on the floor and retrieves a bottle of lube.

“You definitely want this?” he asks, pressing a knee onto the bed.

I nod. “Yeah.”

“You’ll tell me if you’re not feeling it? At any point?”

“I promise.”

Tyler walks up the bed on his knees, and straddles my stomach. My chest rises and falls as my breath quickens, the anticipation of where this night is going to lead causing my hands to tremble.

“Hold your hand out,” he says, and I do.

He squeezes some lube onto my outstretched palm. My cock jerks from being in close proximity to him, but he doesn’t react when the head of my cock taps his balls.

“Wrap your hand around me,” he says in a husky whisper.

I wrap my fingers around him in a tentative grip. His skin is hot and smooth as I slowly glide my hand up and down his length, cataloging every hitch in his breath and the quiet moans he lets out when I tighten my grip and pick up the pace of my fist.

Tyler places a hand on the center of my chest and rolls his hips, thrusting into my fist.

“Do you trust me?” he asks on a stuttered breath.

“Yeah,” I answer without hesitation.

He picks up the bottle of lube from where he discarded it on the bed and pours some onto his palm. He nudges my hand away from his dick, then shifts down my body until his knees are either side of my thighs. Nothing could prepare me for the rush of pleasure when he wraps his hand around both of our cocks and tightens his fist.

I let out a choked breath, arching up into his touch.

“Oh, fuck,” I hiss.

He moves his hand in slow strokes, twisting his palm around the head of our dicks, the underside of our cocks rubbing against each other. His thumb grazes the crown in a teasing caress, and my toes curl into the bedsheets.

“O-oh, fuck,” I gasp again, gritting my teeth to stop the moan from escaping.