Page 62 of Rookie Moves

A fuzzy sensation is still running through my veins, but I find the strength to continue stroking him, twisting my palm around the tip and teasing my thumb over his slit.

“Colbs, I’m gonna—fuckkkkk,” Tyler moans.

His cum lands in thick ropes on my stomach as I stroke him through his orgasm and don’t release him until he nudges my hand away from him with a hiss.

“Fuck, I’m so fucking sensitive,” he murmurs and flops down onto the bed beside me.

I’m unable to hear anything except the sound of our labored breathing and my rapidly beating heart as I stare at the cum pooling on my stomach.

I’m not sure how much time has passed when Tyler lifts himself up onto his elbow. His eyes are heavy, but he looks satisfied. He leans in to press a kiss to my lips, and his hair falls forward, surrounding our faces like a curtain. I reach up and tangle my fingers between the strands.

“I don’t know what it is about your hair,” I murmur against his mouth, fingers making their way up toward the back of his head. “But I love it.”

I feel his smile against my lips. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Don’t ever cut it.”

He swallows thickly, eyes searching mine for who knows what.

“I won’t,” he promises in a whisper.

Tyler lies down on his front, our shoulders touching despite us both covered in sweat. The sheet is a rumpled mess at the bottom of the bed.

We lie there, watching the game on the TV in silence. After a few minutes, our breathing evens out, and I roll my head on the pillow to face him.

“We should probably shower,” I suggest, feeling his release beginning to dry on my skin.

He nods and runs his fingertips up my inner thigh in a featherlight stroke. “How are you feeling?”

“Amazing,” I say, unabashed. “Like I could go for round two if you keep that up.”

Tyler smirks, his fingers trailing higher. He reaches the edge of my pubes, then removes his hand.

I whine. “Tyler.”

Chuckling, he slaps my thigh and sits up, swinging his legs over the bed.

“Come on, sexy, let’s have some fun in the shower. I’m not done with you yet.”

Despite the traffic trying to get out of Boston, we make it back to campus in record time. Tyler drops me off outside my building, and I take the stairs two at a time, conscious that time is ticking before I need to be at the practice facility, where the bus will be waiting to take us back into Boston for our flight.

Stassie has already left for class, but when I reach my room, there’s a note stuck onto my door.

C,

I’m sorry I couldn’t see you before you go, but have the best time in Florida! Bring me back a fridge magnet :)

Also, I hope you had the best night of your life.

I’ll be cheering you on from the student center with my foam finger. You better appreciate it!

LOVE!

Stassie <3

Chuckling, I peel the note from the door and head into my room. My suitcase remains on my bed, still half-packed from yesterday. I throw in the rest of my things, making sure to pack my laptop and my favorite pair of game-day socks. Once I’ve packed everything I need, I take a quick shower and stick Stassie’s note to my corkboard, along with the Polaroid she took of us at Christmas wearing ridiculous turkey hats.

After a quick double-check that I haven’t forgotten anything, I head downstairs, suitcase in hand, and make my way over to the practice facility.