Page 47 of Rookie Moves
“Fuck. Yes, like that.”
Colby’s eyes sparkle from the moonlight streaming through my window, and with every moan and garbled pleasure that leaves my lips, the more sure he gets.
He’s taking my cock as deep as he can go, sucking hard and curling his tongue around the head, lapping up every drop of precum I spill. My balls tighten in his palm, and the sweep of his thumb and the caress of his fingers over them has my release building rapidly.
Heat surges down my spine. My toes curl, knees bending as my muscles tense. It takes everything in me to keep my hips still and not thrust into his mouth.
“F-fuck,” I whimper, fingers tightening in his hair. “Colbs… I’m so fucking close. If you don’t want—” He swirls his tongue around my tip, and a pleasured cry escapes me. “If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you’ve gotta let me go.”
He ignores my warning and takes me as deep as he can go and hums. The vibrations of his moan around my cock have me gasping his name.
I can’t hold back any longer. I spill into his mouth. He sucks harder, trying to drain every last drop from my balls, but I’m coming so hard, it drips from the corners of his mouth and down his chin.
The otherworldly buzz that’s overtaken my body disappears, leaving me boneless and breathless. I flop back onto the mattress, unable to keep myself up anymore.
I hiss when Colby releases me. My cock is so sensitive, I might cry if it’s touched again in the next minute. My limbs are like wet noodles as I gasp for air. I stare at the ceiling in a daze, aware of him shifting up the bed until he lies down beside me.
“Was that okay?” he asks, and I tilt my head on the pillow to look at him.
His lips are swollen and glistening with the evidence of my release, and if I hadn’t just come like a rocket, I have no doubt I’d be chubbing up again right now at the sight of him.
I’m unable to find my words to tell him how fucking mind-melting that was, so I kiss him instead. It’s slow and languid because I still have the energy of a sloth after a year-long nap. I groan into his mouth when I taste myself on his tongue.
Colby smiles against my lips and murmurs, “So good, then, I take it.”
“So fucking good.”
I kiss him some more before I go lightheaded again, my heart still racing at top speed.
Colby rolls onto his back, and I do the same, and we lie there in a content silence, both of us staring at the ceiling.
I don’t know how much time has passed when I hear him quietly say, “Stassie caught me practicing on a banana earlier.”
Curiosity has a bolt of energy zapping through me, and my head snaps toward him on the pillow. “What?”
“Yep. Exactly what you heard,” he snickers.
My laughter comes out choked. “What do you mean?”
“She told me to spend the day thinking about what I was ready to do tonight, and while I was making breakfast, it turns out bananas are full of ideas.”
My smile widens. “And she caught you? What were you doing with it?”
“Just…” He brings his hand up to his mouth, curving his fingers to meet his thumb, and then he opens his mouth and moves his hand in the same motion he was using on my cock less than ten minutes ago. Then he drops his arm onto the bed again and glares at me from the corner of his eye. “You know.”
Luckily, my strength is returning when I prop myself up on an elbow. I hover over him and bite down on my lip, trying to stop my smile from spreading.
“Well, I should let you know that your homework clearly paid off,” I tell him in amusement.
He rolls his eyes, lips twitching in a small smile. “Shut up.”
“No, I don’t think I will. Did you miss the fact that you just made me come like a fucking geyser?”
The tops of his cheeks turn pink, and I lean down to press a wet kiss to both of them before lying down on my side.
He turns to mirror me, tucking his arm under my pillow. Neither of us says anything. We just stare into each other’s eyes like we’re trying to commit the image of each other to memory.
After a while, my eyes start to feel heavy. Colby’s blinks become slower, and next thing I know, I don’t have the strength to open my eyes again.
