Page 93 of Rookie Moves

A garbled groan escapes me as Tyler pushes the tip of his tongue inside me, and white stars flitter behind my eyelids. I’m unable to stop myself from rocking my hips, reveling in the scrape of his stubble against my sensitive flesh and the feel of his hot tongue against the most intimate part of me.

“Fuck, Ty,” I whimper as sweat trickles down my neck.

“Mhm,” he hums, not letting up. His arms snake around me, holding me tight as he devours me with his wicked tongue.

Another loud, strangled moan leaves my throat, and body vibrates from the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through me. My cock aches to be touched, but I can’t find the strength to wrap my fingers around my length.

I have no doubt this is how I’m going to die.

My head is floating in a different dimension when Tyler finally tears his mouth away from my hole. I’m a breathless mess as he rests his hands on my waist and eases me down. I fall like a sandcastle in high tide, slumping against the mattress between his spread legs. With my ass still perched in the air, Tyler traces his fingertip around my sensitive rim.

“God, Colbs, you have no idea how long I’ve waited to taste you like that,” he says, smoothing his other hand up my spine as he pushes the tip of his finger inside. “Maybe one day, you can ride my face until you come all over my chest.”

I moan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

“You like the sound of that?” he snickers, slipping his finger in further.

I wince slightly from the pressure, but it’s not painful.

“Yes!” I gasp.

Tyler presses a soft, open-mouthed kiss against my ass cheek, and I feel his knuckles against my taint. He slowly draws his finger in and out until the muscles in my thighs start to quiver.

“More,” I beg, and when he adds a second finger, I fist the sheet and moan.

“Fuck, the sound of your moans is my undoing,” he rasps, his voice thick and gravelly, like it’s taking every ounce of restraint to go slow.

Tyler works me open, peppering kisses along my ass cheeks as he adds a third finger, then a fourth.

I’m almost crying with the need to come by the time he slips his fingers free, and I hear the click of the lube bottle.

Rolling onto the bed beside him, I watch him with hooded eyes as he slicks up his cock with lube. His cheeks are flushed with arousal, eyes so dark, I can barely see the color of his irises.

“How do you want this?” he asks. “Do you want to ride me so you’re in control, or…”

With shaky limbs, I crawl up to the top of the bed and slump against the pillows. Tyler shifts onto his side and gazes down at me.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs.

“I want to see you,” I say, reaching up to thread my fingers into the hair that’s fallen forward. “I know you won’t hurt me.”

There’s a burst of emotion in his lust-filled eyes before he blinks it away. He moves to settle between my legs, hooking his arms under my knees and bringing them toward my chest.

“I’ll go slow,” he whispers, kissing the inside of my ankle before adding, “But tell me if you need to stop, okay.”

I nod, but lift my hand to give his thigh a slap. “Hurry up and give me your cock already.”

Tyler’s grin sparkles in his eyes. “So bossy.”

I flash him a lazy smirk, and he lines the head of his cock with my entrance. He presses against me, and the feeling is so intense I immediately suck in a sharp breath and tense.

Tyler arches forward to kiss along my collarbone. “Relax for me, baby. Let me in.”

He gives me a moment, letting me adjust to this foreign sensation, and then I give him a small nod. “I’m okay.”

Tyler doesn’t take his eyes off me as he slowly slips inside me, inch by inch. My toes are scrunched tight, and I fight every instinct to tense up until the sting eventually subsides and is replaced by the most overwhelming sensation I’ve ever experienced.

When his hips are pressed against the back of my thighs, I let out a raspy moan.