Page 116 of Rookie Attraction

“You taste fucking delicious,” he grunts.

I nearly come, grabbing his hair and pulling tight to warn him.

“I’m so close,” I gasp. “Shit, am I holding on too tight?”

He answers by swirling his tongue around the head of my dick and then swallowing me, inch by inch, down his throat. All the way down. Holy hell, I’ve never experienced this either. Hands down, it’s already the best blow job.

How does he do that? Can he breathe?

Sel bob’s his head up and down, the tight, wet heat of his mouth and throat surrounding my cock. My body’s rigid with the need to come. My balls draw up tight, my climax set to unleash, and I can’t hold on much longer. I clutch his head tighter and dig my heels into his back, now slick with sweat. He moans and sucks harder, faster, and my body locks up tight, the pleasure spiraling out of control.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I whimper. “Come so hard.”

Sel hums, and the vibration around my throbbing cock has me arching off the bed. It’s too much, too good, and my orgasm is so freaking close. With his free hand, he pushes my thigh against his head, his beard scraping my skin every time he moves. I’m in sensory overload as he continues sucking me, moaning around my dick. The sight of him devouring my hard-on is seared into my brain, and when he locks eyes with me, I lose it. Game over.

“Sel!” I scream, unloading a huge rush of cum.

I can feel his throat milking my aching dick as he swallows, and I’m so sensitive that it’s almost too much to handle. I jolt again, and yes, I come a second time. Even for a twenty-two-year-old, that’s a lot.

Is Sel okay? Can he fucking breathe?

I drop my head back on the bed, shattered from the pleasure that keeps pounding through my body in waves. Sel slips his mouth off my softening cock and stares at me, both of us panting hard. Cum’s dripping down the sides of his mouth, down his beard. He kisses my thigh and looks up at me with languid eyes.

“You good?” he asks, his voice hoarse.

“I’m so… fucked out… I can’t move.”

Sel smiles and licks his red, swollen lips. He’s tasting me and it’s so hot. Running a hand over his face, he swipes at my cum and rubs it into his skin. The move is possessive and I’m here for it. What would it be like to taste him in return? To be marked by him?

Shit, I forgot…

“I want to touch you,” I whisper. “Make you come.”

He chuckles and sits up. “Too late.”

“What?”

He points to his half-hard cock, and his abs are glistening with cum.

“That’s how much you turn me on, sweetheart. I couldn’t wait. I humped the bed while you screamed my name, and I jizzed all over myself, and these sheets.”

I finally sit up and reach for him, cupping his face, needing his kiss.

“Uh—” He freezes. “You sure you want to do that right now?”

I dive in and take his mouth. He groans and kisses me back, no more hesitation. Tasting myself on his tongue is another revelation. It’s erotic and totally addictive. Any remaining insecurities float away as we make out. Eventually, Sel gives me one last kiss, nips my lower lip, and slowly releases me.

“You’re a filthy boy, Finn.”

“Not so sweet all the time,” I return.

“I’ll be right back,” he whispers. “Don’t move.”

“I’m too fucked out to think, never mind move.”

Sel’s cocky grin is back, and I savor it.

He reaches for his pillow, grabs my underwear, and clutches it to his chest before sliding off the bed and into the bathroom.