Page 179 of Rookie Attraction

I cup his face and stare into his dark eyes as we hump each other, rutting and moaning, the feel of his sweat-slicked skin driving me wild. Every thrust is harder, faster, and the bed frame creaks with the weight of our movement. We haven’t touched in ages and now he’s mine. Mine. I can’t hold on.

“Sel, so good, too good,” I groan, the rush of pleasure grabbing hold of me. “Christ, I’m almost there.”

I pump my hips one last time and it’s over. The orgasm takes over and I fucking surrender, releasing my load all over Sel. He jerks underneath me and yells out my name, his hot cum mixing with mine.

“Oh, Jesus,” Sel gasps, his hands clutching me tight. “I haven’t come that fast since… I was a teenager… but you… and me⁠—”

He grunts and throws his head back on the pillow, and I can’t resist the sexy arch of his neck.

“I know,” I admit as I lick the skin over his Adam’s apple. “Like nothing else. And we had weeks of abstinence to make up for. I’m surprised I held out until now.”

Sel’s taste is my undoing. I lick the salty drops of sweat sliding down his neck, and he retaliates by cupping my head and tugging my hair.

“Holy shit,” I blurt out as twin sparks of pleasure and pain flood my body.

“You like that?”

“I… yes. Do it again.”

He pulls my hair again and I playfully bite his neck, sucking on his skin, marking what’s mine. Another bolt of lightning races up my spine, and next thing I know, I’m unloading more cum between us.

“Jesus, that’s hot.” Sel pants. “The next time I get you alone, there’ll be no rushing.”

Giving his lips a teasing nip, I wink.

“Then you better be prepared to have me stay over for a couple of days.”

“That’s the plan.”

Something about his expression, lusty and tender all at once, hits me right in my feels. We’re kissing again, my tongue sliding deep into his mouth. I don’t know how long we make out for, but I don’t want to stop. I’m about to suggest we take a shower when I hear a distant knock. My body instinctively goes on high alert as I roll off him.

“It’s only room service,” Sel explains as he slides out of bed.

“Oh.” I sigh with relief. “Wait, can you grab my phone first? I think I left it in my jacket, which is… shit… in the living area.”

Sel throws on a hotel bathrobe, stalks out of the bedroom, and comes back a moment later with my jacket in his hands.

“Thanks.”

While he races out to let room service in, I locate my phone, and I’m relieved to see there are no urgent messages from my dad or any of my family. Still, given the time, there’s no question I need to move my ass and get back to the hospital, and Sel’s gotta leave shortly for his flight. Instead of wishing things were different, I head directly for the en-suite bathroom and start the shower. I’m almost done washing up when Sel joins me, holding out his hand for the bottle of bodywash as he steps inside the glass enclosure.

“I wish we had more time.”

I nod and watch the water sluicing over his hair and that big, beautiful body. Damn, I could stand here and stare all day.

“Soon.”

We ignore our growing hard-ons and avoid touching each other. When I know I’m about to tempt fate and reach for him, I turn around and reach for a towel instead. Sel quickly soaps up, rinses, and dries off.

When we’re both dressed and scarfing down breakfast like the famished players we are, Sel leans into me.

“How’s your mom doing?” he asks.

I take a sip of my coffee and shrug.

“I haven’t received a message from Dad yet, so I assume she’s good. But I’m going to the hospital as soon I’m done eating.”

Sel reaches for my hand and interlocks our fingers.