Page 34 of Rookie Moves

“Give me your hand.”

Reaching out my hand, it trembles in the air where I hold it out between us.

“Wrap your hand around us both.”

Glancing back to where our cocks are pressed together in the funnel of Tyler’s fist, I curl my fingers around us both. Tyler removes his hand, leaving only mine as I begin to stroke. His cock pulses against my palm, our skin hot and slick from lube and the precum that beads at our tips.

“That’s it. Give us a squeeze, twist your palm when you get to the head. Yeah, that’s it. Fuck, Colbs, that feels so good.”

His head falls back, dark hair spilling over his shoulders, and the sound of his restrained groan has my balls tightening. I find a rhythm that has us both panting for breath. My skin prickles with a heady sensation I’ve never experienced before.

“Tell me you’re close,” he begs.

“Y-yes.”

Tyler arches his back forward, one hand resting on the headboard. He rolls his hips, matching the pace of my fist. Each thrust of his cock against mine has pleasure shooting down my spine like a firecracker.

I’m about to warn him I’m going to come, but when I open my mouth to speak, it’s not those words that come out. Tyler’s name leaves my lips in a deep moan, and he quickly covers my mouth with his palm, muffling the sound.

My neck tenses. I fight my eyes from rolling to the back of my head, not wanting to miss a single second of this moment. My release spills onto my stomach and coats my hand. Tyler’s thrusts falter, his lips parted as he sucks in ragged breaths.

“Fuck, Colbs, you’re so pretty when you come,” he says in a husky tone, and then his jaw clenches. The evidence of his own orgasm lands on my stomach, mixing together with mine. I let go of our spent cocks and watch as our cum drips down my fingers.

Tyler slumps forward. His hand on the headboard is the only thing keeping him from falling on top of me.

“Holy shit,” I whisper, gasping for air. Sweat drips down from my temples and the back of my neck, and I’m glad I’m already lying down because I don’t think my legs would be able to hold me up right now.

Tyler lets out a quiet snicker. “Holy shit, indeed.”

He presses a quick kiss to the corner of my mouth before he climbs off me and rolls onto his back. We lie there in silence. The only noise in the room is our labored breaths and the sound of doors closing further down the hall.

“I think I just blew my brain through my dick. I’m gonna be lucky if I’m able to skate tomorrow,” Tyler says after a beat.

I tilt my head toward him, a small smirk of my own playing on my lips. “That good, huh?”

He gives me a droll look, but he’s wearing a satisfied smile. “Colbs, we could do that every day, and I’d feel like the luckiest man in the world.”

Something burns in my chest at the thought of doing this every day with Tyler, but I quickly swat it away.

This was the hottest experience of my life, but I can’t let this crush I have on Tyler develop into anything more.

We’re friends.

Teammates.

He’s simply helping me out.

A friends-with-benefits situation.

And it’s important I don’t lose sight of that, no matter how much I’m desperate to do this again.

CHAPTER NINE

TYLER

“We’re heading to the Frozen Four, boys!” Liam all but howls from the middle of the locker room, waving the large cardboard sign above his head that reads, “Whilton U: Tampa Bound!”

The room erupts with cheers, and then we huddle together, jumping as one while we chant “Whilton U” like hooligans. I don’t think I’ve stopped smiling since the end of the game.