Page 93 of Rookie Attraction

“Get those clothes off,” I demand as I shove my sweats and briefs down my hips until they pool on the floor. I kick them away, and Sel gives me a long once over that has my heart pounding and my cock slapping hard against my belly. “Now.”

Sel reaches for his T-shirt and throws it off, then pushes his sweatpants down.

He’s commando? Fucking hell.

My eyes lock on his hard dick, and I’m so excited, I grab the base of mine. I’m hungry to trace every inch of him with my tongue, but I don’t know what to expect or if I can do it; his cock is huge. How will it taste, what will it feel like in my mouth? Can I swallow it? And what about having that big boy in my ass? I’ve never thought I’d be hot for giving blow jobs or having anal sex, but I’m more than curious when it comes to Sel.

Seeing him at the rink with a towel wrapped around his hips is one thing; now I can take my time and study every naked, sexy inch of him. The broad shoulders, the veiny forearms, and the dark hair sprinkled across his chest and down his abs. I wonder what it will feel like when I rub my body against him, and I know in my gut that it’s going to be better than I imagine.

“Lie down,” Sel commands with a gruff voice and a filthy grin.

I do as I’m told, spreading out on the bed, every nerve ending in my body electrified. I made a joke about being a virgin, which I’m not, but since I’ve never been intimate with a guy, I’m hyperaware of that fact.

Does he like what he sees?

The answer comes when Sel’s cock jerks and precum slides out the tip. Oh fuck, this is real—real and really fucking hot. Without hesitation, I spit in my hand and stroke myself off. Sel stalks over to the bed, lies down beside me, and raises himself on one elbow. My dick throbs as we stare at each other, and my heart’s about to leap right out of my chest. When his free hand reaches for my face, his thumb rubbing over my lips, I suddenly can’t breathe. The move is unexpectedly gentle and carnal at the same time, so much that now I’m the one leaking.

“What do you want?” he rasps.

“I… I don’t know,” I confess, blushing again. “I mean, I want to kiss you. Make us come.”

That sounds lame.

Apparently not, because Sel’s smile is wide and wicked. The sight of it ruins me. I still can’t believe it’s me he’s looking at. He leans over slowly, our eyes never wavering from each other. When our lips touch, the kiss is softer than I expect, sensual, sweet, but when his tongue touches mine, wanting turns to desperation. I cup Sel’s neck, pulling him in close, because one taste, one hit, and I need to devour him. His scruff rubs against my lips, and the burn’s so good that I fucking keen. We’re not close enough. I roll to my side, throw one leg over his, and groan loudly when our heated skin makes contact. Sel clutches my thigh tightly to his, and I know I’m gonna see bruises there tomorrow… I can’t wait.

“You alright?” he whispers.

I nod, because speaking right now isn’t possible. Am I alright? I sure as fuck don’t want to stop, but I’m overloading and all we’ve done is make out. Pleasure kicks up another notch when he grinds against me, rubbing our dicks together. My balls tighten and I want to come so bad I’m about to scream. He drives me wild and I don’t think I have enough words to explain it.

“Can I touch you?” he murmurs. “I want to stroke you off, stroke us both off at the same time so we come together. If you want that.”

“Yes, please, I want. I need.” I moan and kiss him again, eagerly demanding more. “Do it.”

Sel spits in his palm and reaches for my cock. I’m not new to hand jobs, but when his hot, rough grip takes control, my eyes roll back in my head. He jerks me off with firm strokes, and when he rolls his palm over the head of my leaking dick, I frantically thrust into his hand for more.

“So fucking good,” I growl.

“More?”

“Yes, fuck, yes.”

Sel takes hold of his cock and rubs our dicks together, setting off fireworks along my nerve endings. I’ve never felt so primal during sex, and after weeks of keeping our distance, my control is nil. My climax builds fast and furious, but I’m not sure I’m ready for it.

“Finn,” he groans and kisses me deeply, sucking on my tongue as he continues to work our dicks, stroking faster.

We rut together and I slide my hands over his back, down, until I grip his ass, squeezing his cheeks, rubbing my body all over him like a cat in heat.

“Oh fuck, oh God,” I grunt, breathless.

“Feel good?” he asks.

I bite back a nervous chuckle. “I’m going to come way too fast.”

“Same,” he moans. “Need it. Give it to me, sweetheart. I want us to come together.”

“Fuck.”

We feverishly eat at each other’s mouth.