Walk With Me Part 17

"It is," I a.s.sured him. I shoved my hand under the sweatshirt and made contact with his skin. He gasped and the muscles on his stomach flexed. Wow, was that ever s.e.xy. I grabbed the bottom of the shirt and looked at him questioningly. "Can I?"

He nodded. I put both my hands on his belly and dragged them over his body as I pushed the shirt up, making sure to give him as much sensation as possible. When I had his shirt rucked up to his chin, I tilted my head toward his arms and said, "Up."

His hands immediately flew above his head. I smiled at his eagerness. Yeah, he wanted this. It wasn't a surprise, because he had always made his physical desire for me known. The concerns I'd had were about whether he'd want to stay around once those were sated, and whether I'd want to. I'd figured out the answer to the last question years earlier. As to the first one, well, standing on the sidelines while he bounced from one boyfriend to another had been a double-edged sword.

On the one hand, knowing he could be with someone else caused me to worry that he didn't truly want to be with me. Seeing his relationships end after what I considered a short period caused me to worry that he wasn't interested or ready for a true commitment. But as time went by, I started seeing things differently.

I noticed how hard he tried to find the positives in whoever he was dating, almost like he was talking himself into making relationships work. I noticed that he didn't go barhopping but instead focused on the long-term potential of anyone he spent time with, sharing thoughts about what his parents or I would think of his boyfriend du jour or how his career would mesh well with Eli's plans for the future. Either Eli was more mature than I'd given him credit for, or he'd grown up somewhere along the way. I didn't know which and, frankly, it didn't matter.

Because whatever the reason for the core of strength and determination I now saw underneath the handsome, bubbly exterior, I'd come to suspect something else: the reason those relationships of his didn't last wasn't because of an aversion to commitment; it was because he was with the wrong guys. And when he finally finished school-the out-of-state part, anyway-and came home to stay, I'd made a plan to slowly show him that he meant more to me than I'd previously let on. I'd figured easing him into that realization would be the right approach after years of pushing that part of him away. Clearly, that hadn't worked out like I'd planned, but with Eli in my arms, looking at me like I was everything he could ever want, I couldn't bring myself to regret the change in plans.

Eli and I were exactly the same height, so with him sitting on me, his sculpted chest was easily accessible. I pushed the shirt over his head and, at the same time, I leaned forward and swiped my tongue across his left nipple.

"Oh G.o.d," he gasped.

I circled the tip of my tongue around his areola over and over until I had the shirt shoved past his hands. I tossed it on the floor and then really got to work, gripping Eli's waist and holding him still while I sucked his flat brown nipple into my mouth. I licked and suckled one side until it was puckered and swollen and then I moved to the other, lavishing the same attention on it. Eli bucked and I was immensely pleased when I felt a hard rod b.u.mping into my stomach.

There we go.

I tangled my fingers in the back of his hair, tugged his face down, and kissed him again. It was hungrier that time, my concern for calming his skittish nerves gone by the wayside in reaction to his arousal. Speaking of his arousal... I moved the hand that wasn't in his hair down to his lap and had my first contact with a d.i.c.k that wasn't my own.

Eli arched his back, and his mouth dropped open as his eyes widened in shock. "Oh G.o.d. Oh G.o.d. Oh G.o.d," he chanted.

"Yeah?" I said when I realized what was happening. I doubled my efforts, kissing him deeply, tangling my tongue with his while I tweaked his nipple with my left hand and rubbed the heel of my right hand down his shaft and over his b.a.l.l.s.

He tasted so good, smelled so good, felt so good. I'd never been more turned on in my life, and I wondered how I ever could have thought being with him would be anything less than amazing. Nothing had ever felt more natural and right than making Eli Block writhe and pant and whimper with desire.

"Eli," I breathed into his mouth. I gripped his erection through his pants and stroked him gently but firmly.

"I-"

I licked his lips.

"Seth, I-"

"I know," I told him. I looked straight into his eyes and said, "Do it."

"Seth!"

Wet heat soaked through his pants, and he shook so hard he almost fell off my lap.

"So s.e.xy, Eli," I told him. "You're so unbelievably s.e.xy."

He slumped forward, rested his head on my shoulder, and circled his hands around my neck.

"Let's get these pants off you, okay, baby?" I kissed the spot behind his ear. "You're going to start feeling sticky any second now."

I twisted sideways until I had Eli parallel to the couch and then I lowered him so he was lying on his back and I was crouched between his thighs. I hooked my fingers in his waistband and rolled his pants down, scooting backward with them until I was able to pull them off one leg and then the other. I crumbled up the fabric and used it to wipe Eli's s.e.m.e.n off his belly. Once he was clean, I tossed the pants over my shoulder and looked at the gorgeous body spread out in front of me.

Slender legs, covered in a light smattering of hair, bony hips, and long-fingered hands cupped protectively over a package I'd felt but hadn't yet had the pleasure of examining.

"Why are you hiding from me?" I asked.

He tensed but moved his hands to his sides. His d.i.c.k was still hard, but the rest of him didn't seem particularly excited. I paused and said, "Eli? Do you want this?"

"Do I want to be with you?" he asked breathlessly.

"Yes."

"Are you kidding me right now?" he said incredulously, suddenly animated. "I've been ready for more than half my life!"

I snorted and said, "There's the spirited Eli Block I know and love."

He whimpered and hoa.r.s.ely said, "Seth, do you...."

"What?"

He opened his mouth, then slammed it shut and shook his head. "Never mind." He dragged his gaze over my body, landing his focus on my groin. "Quit talking and take your pants off."

"You really are quite the charmer, you know that?" I teased.

"Seth," he whined and squirmed. "I want to see your d.i.c.k."

"Subtle too."

"Seth!"

I'd always admired Eli's straightforward style, even when it made me somewhat uncomfortable, but never more than in that moment.

"I'm kidding," I told him. "I love how honest you are."

"Honest? I'm h.o.r.n.y!" He shot up to a sitting position and reached for the b.u.t.ton fly on my jeans. "You want something done right, you might as well do it yourself," he muttered as he yanked the fabric down and to the sides, causing all the b.u.t.tons to push out of the holes.

He started shoving my jeans and boxers past my hips, and I peeled my shirt off, so within seconds, I was naked other than the denim pooled around my knees. I stood up, letting the pants land on the floor, and held my hand out to Eli.

"Come to bed with me."

All his attention was focused on my groin, so he didn't respond.

"Wow," he said, sounding awestruck. "You're even more beautiful than in my fantasies." He reached a single finger forward and ran it over my crown, down a prominent vein in my shaft, and over my b.a.l.l.s. Then he looked up at me, licked his lips, and said, "Will you let me taste you?"

I shivered. "Definitely."

He leaned forward.

I put my hand on his shoulder, stopping him before he reached his mark and caused any restraint or logic I had to fly out the window. "In bed," I said when he glanced up at me in confusion. "The first time we do this should be in a bed."

I reached my hand out again, and this time he took it and stood. "Whatever you say, old man."

"Is this really the right time for that nickname?" I asked him with a fond shake of my head.

"Anytime is a good time for that nickname. Because it's awesome awesome."

Before he knew it was coming, I reached around him and goosed him. He squeaked and I turned on my heel and ran into the bedroom.

Chapter 13.

Seth Cohen.

ELI WAS WAS fast so he made up my lead quickly, and by the time we reached the bedroom, he was close enough that a well-timed jump had both of us tumbling onto the bed with him on my back. I flipped us over, smiled as I looked down at his no longer petrified face, and said, "Gotcha!" fast so he made up my lead quickly, and by the time we reached the bedroom, he was close enough that a well-timed jump had both of us tumbling onto the bed with him on my back. I flipped us over, smiled as I looked down at his no longer petrified face, and said, "Gotcha!"

He squinted, and the next thing I knew, I was flat on my back with Eli straddling my hips and holding down my arms. "Nope. I've got you!" he said triumphantly.

I relaxed all my muscles and gazed into his eyes. "Yes, you do."

Everything stopped and the moment turned serious, just like that. Eli gulped, looked at me hesitantly, and bent forward a hair. When I didn't move away, he seemed to gain confidence and kept going until he barely touched my lips with his.

I surged up, tilting my head to the side and parting my lips to take him in. He darted his tongue into my mouth and moaned, kissing me again and again. With his concentration elsewhere, he loosened his grip on my arms, so I was able to easily raise my hands to his face. I cupped his cheeks, ma.s.saged his temples, and kept him close while our lips and tongues connected time and again.

"Mmm, Seth," he said after we'd been kissing long enough that both our lips were probably swollen. He thrust his hips against mine, grinding our erections together. "You're so hard. Can't believe you're hard for me."

"It isn't the first time, baby. You turn me on so much."

Though he didn't stop or slow the delicious friction he was giving us by rolling his hips over mine, he flattened his hands on either side of my head and pushed up until he was looking into my eyes.

"Why didn't you ever say anything?" he asked.

"Because-" I sighed. "I had to be sure."

"Had to be...." He furrowed his brow. "What does that mean?" Before I could even open my mouth to answer, he shook his head and said, "You know what? Never mind. I can ask you about that later. I'm not going to blow this moment by talking." He paused and then curled up one corner of his mouth and snorted. "I said blow."

I strongly suspected that no matter how old he got, Eli would always keep his youthful spirit, which pleased me to no end.

"Yes, you did." I rubbed my hands over his shoulders and biceps and said, "What do you want to do now?"

"You'll let me?" he asked, his expression one of hesitancy warring with hopefulness.

"Yes," I said even though I didn't know what he wanted. I caressed his chest and cupped the side of his neck. "I'll let you do anything."

He trembled and whispered, "I still can't believe this is happening."

"You will," I promised as I traced his lower lip with my thumb. Then I moved my palm to his nape and tugged him back down for another kiss. His lips were soft and plush, his skin warm and silky, and the muscles underneath taut and firm. He was perfect. "I love kissing you," I said. "I could do this forever."

He cried out, nodded, and lapped at my lips desperately. It took me a moment, but then I noticed his eyes were wet and he was shaking.

"Shhh," I said, trying to bring back the calm that had inexplicably left him. "It's okay."

"I want you so much," he rasped. "You don't... you can't...." He squeezed his eyes shut. "So much."

"I'm here," I pointed out. "I'm here and I'm not going anywhere. Take whatever you want."

He hesitated for no more than a second and then he pounced, licking and kissing and nibbling on my neck, caressing any part of me he could reach, slowly working his way down my body until my rock-hard d.i.c.k nudged his chin. He took me in hand, stroked me, and said, "You're hard as a rock."

I chuckled at the consistency in our thoughts and combed my fingers through his hair.

With his gaze glued to mine, Eli parted his lips, extended his tongue, and licked my crown. I hissed and tilted my hips, trying to get closer to his amazing touch. He didn't tease or make me wait. He swirled his tongue over my sensitive skin, coating me in slick saliva, then dropped his lips over my shaft, taking me into his hot, wet mouth.

"Eli, so good," I moaned.

He cupped my b.a.l.l.s with one hand, circled the other around the base of my erection, and sucked his way up my c.o.c.k before dropping back down again. What he was doing felt amazing, but looking at the pleasure on his face while he did it made the experience feel like heaven on earth. I moved my finger over his stretched lips and he moaned, the sound vibrating over my d.i.c.k and making me gasp.

"I'm close, Eli," I warned him. He whimpered and sucked harder, gyrating against the bed. "Are you going to c.u.m again?" I asked breathlessly.

The expression on his face and the noises he couldn't hold back gave me my answer.

"C'mere." I grabbed his arm and tugged, but he didn't budge from his mission of giving me the most amazing b.l.o.w. .j.o.b of all time. "Eli, come up here." When he still didn't move, I sat up, knocking him off his target, and then knelt between his thighs and cupped his b.a.l.l.s. "Together," I explained.

Whether he understood or not, I didn't know, but he bucked into my touch and let me lead him up until he was kneeling in front of me and his c.o.c.k was slotted next to mine.

"Like this," I whispered as I wrapped my fingers around both of us.

He nodded and then I felt him brush his hand against mine before he palmed our d.i.c.ks too. I rested my forehead against his, and we both looked down at our shafts nestled together and our hands moving over them at an increasing pace.

"So hot," Eli said, sounding awed. "Oh G.o.d, so hot."

I moved my head just enough to brush my lips over his cheek and then resumed the position, looking back down in time to see white cream shoot from his slit.

My mouth opened, my muscles tightened, and my breath stopped, all in one glorious moment, and then I groaned as rope after rope of thick c.u.m pulsed out of my d.i.c.k and onto our hands and chests.

"Oh!" Eli moaned. "Look at you." He whimpered and breathlessly said, "So beautiful."

We stayed in that position-kneeling on the bed, touching foreheads, languidly stroking our softening members-until we caught our breath.

"Mmm, too sensitive," I told him as I twined my fingers with his and moved them away from my sated c.o.c.k.

He looked into my eyes, slowly raised our joined hands to his mouth, and then darted his tongue out and licked our e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.e from our palms and fingers. I didn't interrupt, just watched and enjoyed the erotic show until he was done. Then I wrapped my arms around him and pulled us onto the bed so we were lying on our sides. I licked my way into his mouth, tasted our combined seed on his tongue, and groaned when my d.i.c.k tried to fill again.

We stayed that way, lined up from toes to head, exchanging kisses. The stress of the day combined with my frantic travel, the late hour, and the mind-blowing o.r.g.a.s.m had me feeling languid and tired. I kissed Eli one more time and then sat up and started to scoot off the comforter so I could pull it over us.

"Are you freaking out now?" he asked nervously.

I snapped my head to the side and looked at him in confusion. "Why would I be freaking out?"