Page 92 of Rookie Moves

“Are you sure?” he grits out.

“Completely.” I reach over to grip his thigh. “Teach me how to take your cock.”

Twisting his hands on the wheel, he lets out a pained groan. “Fuck, Colbs, you have no idea how fucking hot it is hearing you talk like this.”

I smirk, trailing my hand up to palm his hardening dick. Before I can tease him too much, he grabs my wrist and pushes me away.

“You need to keep your hands to yourself until we get back to yours, or I’ll end up crashing the car,” he growls.

Ten minutes later, I’m taking the stairs two at a time up to the second floor, Tyler following behind. I burst through the door to my room, knowing Stassie is out for the night so we have the floor to ourselves.

I start tearing off my clothes before Tyler has walked into my room, and when I’m down to my boxer briefs, he stands in the doorway, heat blazing in his eyes.

Silently, he closes the door and puts his guitar and duffel bag on the floor, then takes a step forward.

“Are you sure you want this? I’m perfectly happy with the way things are now,” he says, eyes searching mine for any hint of hesitation.

I reply by dropping my underwear to the floor and giving my hard cock a long, slow stroke.

“I want this. I want you, so get naked and wait for me on the bed while I use the bathroom.”

Heading across the hall into the bathroom, I take a calming breath as I close the door behind me. Everything I need is in here to prepare myself, and when I finally enter my room again, I’m greeted by the sight of Tyler, naked on my bed. He’s half sitting, half lying with his shoulders against the pillows. His thick thighs are spread, his hand moving over his cock in languid strokes.

“Come here,” he murmurs, crooking his finger at me.

I walk over and press a knee on the bed, then throw my other leg over until I’m straddling his thighs. He releases his cock and reaches up to curve his hand around my neck. I lean into his touch, eyelids fluttering closed as his fingers tug the hair on the nape of my neck.

“Kiss me,” he demands in a whisper. “I’ve been desperately waiting for your mouth all night. Don’t keep me waiting.”

Placing my hands on either side of his broad shoulders, I bend forward until my lips are on his. His hand tightens in my hair, and I open my mouth, eagerly accepting his tongue.

Tyler grips my ass with his other hand, pushing me down as I grind my hard cock against his. The sounds of our muffled moans and the bed squeaking fill the room, and it’s a good thing Stassie isn’t here because I don’t think I’ll be able to stay quiet tonight.

Tyler licks a path down my throat and sucks on the delicate skin of my pulse before trailing his teeth up to my ear and nipping my lobe.

“Turn around. Give me your ass.”

My breath hitches, and I glance down at him with wide eyes.

“What?”

He wears a devilish smirk as he licks over his lips and says, “Your ass, Colbs. I want it.”

With trembling hands, I push myself to sit upright, then turn around so my back is facing him.

“Up here,” he says, tapping his chest.

I crawl backward on my knees, and he lifts his arms until my feet are tucked under his armpits. His large hands squeeze my ass cheeks, and then he spreads them apart and blows gently against my hole.

My body jolts in surprise as pleasure shoots through me, and I have to put my hand on his abs to stabilize myself.

“Holy shit!” I gasp.

He snickers, his breath fanning against my heated skin, before he licks a hot path over my hole and up my crease. My toes curl where they’re tucked under him, and my back arches as I cant my hips so I’m pushing my ass into his face. It’s like every nerve ending I didn’t know existed has come online, lighting me up from the inside.

Tyler moans as he licks and circles his tongue around my entrance, sending vibrations straight into my balls. My head falls back, eyes fluttering closed as my jaw goes slack.

Fuck, why does it feel so good? And why haven’t we done this before now?