Page 59 of Rookie Moves

I flick the knot holding my towel and drop it onto the floor, letting the fabric pool at my feet. I stand there in the glow of the TV, unable to look anywhere else except at the way Colby’s hungry gaze drinks in the length of my body. My cock twitches as his tongue peeks out to lick over his bottom lip, and I let out a low groan when he reaches down to palm his cock over his briefs.

“Do you want me, Colbs?” I ask, voice low and raspy.

His “Yes” comes out in a choked whisper.

“Stand up.”

He swings his legs over the edge of the bed and moves to stand in front of me. I take his face in my hands and search his eyes as I ask, “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” he answers without hesitation.

I press a gentle kiss to his lips, then drop to my knees, smoothing my hands up his legs, from his calves to his hips. The outline of his hard cock is visible through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs, and my mouth waters.

I’ve been so eager to get my mouth on him, but every time, he’s been focused on pleasuring me. Not that I’m complaining because being on the receiving end of Colby’s blow jobs is fast becoming one of my favorite things.

But I’m desperate to taste him. To feel the weight of him against my tongue and bring him to the height of pleasure that he’s gifted me so many times now.

Bending forward, I mouth the tip, tracing the length of him with my tongue. He sucks in a shaky breath, and I angle my head until I’m looking up at him beneath hooded eyes.

He’s staring down at me, those hazel eyes wide with a mix of lust and surprise. His cheeks are slightly flushed in the same way they get when I’ve made him come.

I wrap my lips around his tip through the fabric and suck. He moans, and I can’t help but smile around him. I hook my fingers into the waistband of his briefs, but I don’t pull on them. I release him enough for my lips to brush over his sensitive head as I ask, “Can I suck your cock, Colbs?”

“Oh, fuck,” he gasps, fisting his hands at his sides as goose bumps ripple over his skin. “Say that again.”

“Can I suck your cock, Colbs?” I repeat, and then I stick out my tongue and run it over the fabric covering his cock.

“Shit. Fuck. Oh, god,” he groans, his knuckles turning white.

“You can touch me,” I tell him in case he’s worried about what to do with his hands.

Colby reaches out and cards his fingers through my hair, pushing it away from my face. I close my eyes, leaning into his touch like a satisfied cat.

“Tyler,” he says in a labored breath.

I open my eyes and look up at him. “Yeah?”

“I want you to suck my dick.”

A sinful smirk spreads across my face, and I curl my fingers tighter into his waistband. “Oh, my pleasure.”

I tug them down, freeing his hard cock, and let them fall to his feet. I run my hands over his thighs up to his groin, then wrap one hand around the base of his cock. The tip glistens with precum, and my restraint finally snaps. I lick over his swollen head with the flat of my tongue, eliciting a low moan from deep within Colby’s chest. His hands tighten in my hair, and the pain in my scalp sends a bolt of lust down into my balls.

“Want me to go easy on you?” I ask, swirling my tongue around him and rubbing the underside of his shaft against my stubbled cheek.

The tendons in his neck strain as he hisses, “Fuck no.”

Keeping my eyes locked on his, I open my mouth and wrap my lips around him. I slowly take him deeper, his breaths stuttering out of him with every inch. As I take him as deep as I can go, I swallow around him, and his stomach sucks in at the same moment he pulls on my hair.

“Fuck. Oh, fuck.”

I smile around him and do it again. I run my tongue along the underside of his length as I pull off him until I’m only sucking on the tip. With my other hand, I cup his balls, rolling them with my thumb and fingers, enjoying every delicious moan that falls from his sexy lips.

“I… I don’t wanna come yet,” he manages to get out between gasps and moans.

His balls are already tight and heavy in my palm, but I continue to suck on him until I know he can’t take any more without spilling down my throat.

I guess I’ll have to wait for next time.