Page 71 of Rookie Moves

Tyler quickly removes his sweatpants and tosses them onto his bed, then pulls his T-shirt over his head. Still holding on to the ice pack against my ribs, he walks up the bed on his knees, then uses his calf to keep it in place. His eyes turn hooded as he grips his cock at the base and taps the swollen head on my lips.

“Open up,” he murmurs.

Keeping my eyes fixed on his, I part my lips, and he slips his cock into my mouth. I moan the second his salty taste hits my tongue.

He holds on to the headboard, thrusting his cock into my mouth until it hits the back of my throat. I gag, eyes filling with tears because I still haven’t mastered the art of deep-throating yet, but I don’t loosen my grip on his hips, urging him to keep up this pace that drives him crazy. The tendons in his neck are taut as he tips his head back, baring his teeth as he tries to not make a noise. My own cock is aching, desperate to be touched inside my boxer briefs.

“Fuckkk,” he moans, the sound coming out quiet and strangled as he spills down my throat, and I swallow every drop.

Tyler gasps as he slips his cock from my lips and slumps down beside me, resting his head on my chest. His own heaves with his labored breaths, fanning across my heated skin in rapid bursts. There’s no doubt he can hear how fast my heart is beating.

Sinking my fingers into his hair, I close my eyes and bank this moment to memory. The taste of him on my tongue. The feel of him in my arms. The smell of his shampoo and cologne.

Would it be weird if I bought them just so I could smell him whenever I wanted?

My cock is still hard as granite, and I reach down to give it a squeeze through my underwear. We probably haven’t got time for another round before we need to head down for dinner.

But before I can tell Tyler we need to clean up, he bends down and tugs my briefs down my thighs. He engulfs my cock into the wet heat of his mouth, and I bring my fist to my mouth, biting down on it as my eyes roll to the back of my head.

My balls are tight and aching. Heat bubbles like a volcano about to erupt at the base of my spine.

Tyler’s eyes meet mine as he circles his tongue around my cockhead and wraps those sinful lips around it. He gives me a hard suck before taking me in deep and swallowing around me.

My fingers card through his hair, brushing it away from his face to give me an unrestricted view of him bobbing his head on my dick.

Toes curling, thighs trembling, I’m unable to hold back my release any longer.

With a choked noise, I unravel beneath him. The metallic taste of blood hits my tongue from biting so hard on my fist that I broke the skin.

Once Tyler has cleaned me up with his tongue, he releases me with a wet pop and a satisfied sigh.

“I stand by what I said,” he murmurs, resting his head against my thigh.

“What was that?”

“I’ve created a monster in you.”

I snicker, using the back of my hand to push my hair off my face. “What can I say? I love having sex with you.”

The second the words leave my mouth, my entire body stiffens.

I love having sex with you.

Fuck.

My eyes shoot open, and I glance down at Tyler where he’s still lying between my legs, but his eyes are closed, and there’s a soft smile on his face.

Maybe he didn’t catch my slipup and how easily that four-letter word fell from my lips.

Because it’s true, and it’s not just the sex I love.

The one rule I told myself was to not let my crush grow into something more.

It’s safe to say I’ve failed that with flying colors, because I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with Tyler Beckmann.

Tyler is unusually quiet when we get back to the room after dinner. He takes off his shirt and pants without saying a word, then flops onto the bed and turns on the TV. There’s a New York versus Vancouver Steelheads game on, but instead of teasing me over being a fan of Beau Rousseau, he just stares aimlessly at it, almost lost in thought.

Engaging the dead bolt on the door, I switch off the lights and strip down to my boxer briefs and climb onto the bed next to him.