Page 61 of Rookie Moves

“Okay,” I say before biting down on my lip. “You’ll tell me if I’m bad?”

Tyler chuckles softly. “You could nut in me after one pump, and I’ll still be having the time of my life.”

I shake my head slightly, smiling to myself as I slip my fingers out to pick up the lube. Tyler grunts at the loss of my fingers, and I pour some lube onto my hand, then slick up my cock. My breathing is already labored from how turned on I am, but when I sit up on my knees and line the tip of my cock with Tyler’s entrance, I suck in a breath and hold it. I slowly press inside, watching my cock disappear inside him. His body sucks me in inch by inch. His low grunts and garbled moans have my skin prickling.

Don’t come too soon.

It’s a mantra I repeat in my head until my hips meet his ass, my pubes nestled in close with the top of his crease.

“Holy shit,” I whisper, fingers flexing against his skin where I’m holding his waist.

“Fuck, Colbs, you feel so good inside me,” Tyler groans over his shoulder. His hair is damp with sweat beading around his temples. “Does it feel good for you?”

“You feel so good,” I respond in a rush, then let out a moan that has my head tipping back when he squeezes around me.

Holy fucking shit. I don’t think I’m going to last long. My balls are already tight.

When the wave of euphoria ebbs slightly, I slowly begin to move my hips, fixated on the way his hole stretches around me, sucking me in so easily. Tyler arches his back and drops his chest to the bed, hands gripping the sheets. The muscles in his shoulders and back ripple with each pump of my hips. Sweat trickles down my spine, and I raise one hand to push the hair back that’s sticking to my forehead.

Did we forget to turn the AC on in here, or is the heat coming from how fucking hot this is?

Adjusting my grip on his waist, I thrust faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin joins his moans and whimpers filling the room. My heart is pounding so fast against my rib cage, I’m worried it’s going to break out of my chest.

My name is a deep groan on Tyler’s lips as I continue to drive into him, and when his arm snakes between his torso and the mattress to stroke his cock, his muscles squeeze around me again as he takes himself in hand.

A rough moan escapes from deep in my chest. “Fuck, we need to switch.”

I’m hypersensitive as I slip my cock from him and lie back on the bed, my shoulders propped up from the pillows behind me.

Tyler turns around and swings his leg over my hips, then reaches back to grab hold of my cock. I’m torn between keeping my eyes on his face or watching him guide my cock into his hole, but the second he pushes down, taking the tip, my gaze drops to between his legs.

With my hands on his thighs, I don’t blink as I watch him lower himself until his ass meets my thighs.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathe out, toes curling into the mattress.

Tyler rests his hands on either side of my head and arches forward, his hair falling around his face.

“You ready, Colbs?”

“Yes.”

“You gonna let me hear you?”

I tighten my grip on his thighs, fingers digging into his hard flesh. “Yes.”

“Good, because your moans are the best thing I’ve ever heard, so don’t be shy, and let me really hear you.”

He kisses me roughly, then begins to roll his hips. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and there’s no way I could silence myself even if I tried, because the way he bounces on my cock has me transporting to another universe.

Pleasure coils at the base of my spine as a fire burns through my veins, lighting every nerve ending until every limb tingles with my imminent release.

His hard cock slaps against my abs, leaving a wet trail of precum that glistens in the bright light coming from the TV.

I wrap my hand around his cock and begin to stroke. My rhythm is completely off, but his answering whimpers fuel me, and I can’t hold it off any longer.

“Tyler,” I moan, voice coming out rough, like it’s being dragged across gravel.

My release hits me harder than it ever has before. My vision blurs, and my body stiffens as I fill Tyler with my cum. I’m floating in this weird, hazy space where I can’t feel my limbs, but when I’m able to refocus, my hand is still wrapped around Tyler’s cock. He thrusts into my grip, his hands now resting on my chest.