Walk With Me Part 23

"Seducing you." I licked my lips exaggeratedly.

"Eli Block, quit s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g around!"

I cracked up, scooted back to my seat, and pulled on my seat belt.

"You think you're pretty funny, don't you?" he said.

"Yeah, I do, old man."

"Keep that up and I won't play with our new toy."

Playing with the new toy meant playing with me, which was something I knew Seth loved to do, so I doubted he'd stick to that threat. He got off big-time on playing with my hole-fingering me, r.i.m.m.i.n.g me, and putting all sorts of toys inside my channel and rubbing them against my gland. Sometimes it was a prelude to f.u.c.king, but other times he got off just by driving me to the brink over and over again and watching me finally fall over the edge in a puddle of sweat, tears of pa.s.sion, and sticky e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.e. During those times, he loved to look at my hole while he beat off and then shot on my sensitive skin. Like I said, prim and proper Rabbi Seth Cohen turned out to be really down and dirty.

"It's waterproof?" I asked as I pulled out the silicone vibrating plug.

"Uh-huh."

I wiggled in my seat, clenched and released my b.u.t.t, and rubbed the heel of my hand over my nuts. "Drive faster."

"THIS IS IS our room," Seth said as he unlocked the door to the room we'd be staying in for the weekend. He herded me inside quickly, flipped the lock, and put down the suitcase. "There's an exterior wall on one side and the room on the other side had a plumbing leak, so she can't put any guests in it." our room," Seth said as he unlocked the door to the room we'd be staying in for the weekend. He herded me inside quickly, flipped the lock, and put down the suitcase. "There's an exterior wall on one side and the room on the other side had a plumbing leak, so she can't put any guests in it."

"How'd you manage that?" I left my suitcase next to his and toed off my shoes.

Seth unb.u.t.toned his shirt and shrugged it off. "I said I'm a really light sleeper and any noise makes it hard for me to rest, so she said we can stay in here."

"You lied?" I asked, pretending to be appalled but not doing a great job of it because I was bouncing from foot to foot taking off my socks.

"It was for the greater good." He kicked off his shoes, unbuckled his belt, and shoved his chinos down over his hips.

"And what greater good is that?" I pulled my shirt over my head.

"Well." He stalked toward me and I froze with my hands on my jeans b.u.t.ton and my gaze riveted on the hard, thick flesh swinging between his legs. "With what I have planned for you, I'm pretty sure you'll be making lots of those s.e.xy noises I love."

"s.e.xy noises?" I asked distractedly, my focus still on his rising flesh. I licked my lips.

"You want to suck me, baby?" He took himself in hand and stroked his big palm over his shaft.

I was on my knees in a flash, a whimper the sound of my agreement.

"Only a little, okay? I want to be inside you tonight."

"Ungh," I moaned, just the thought of Seth stretching my hole and sliding into my pa.s.sage almost enough to have me creaming my pants. I lapped at his slit, closing my eyes in pleasure at the flavor of his early seed. "Mmm, Seth."

"You like that, baby?" He rubbed his glans over my lips and tongue. "Want more?" I parted my lips, tipped my head back, and locked my gaze with his. "That's it." He traced my lips with his finger. "Love how eager you are." He placed his crown on my lower lip and slowly pushed inside. "It's so hot." He cupped my cheek and looked at me lovingly. "You're so beautiful."

After a few strokes, he tangled his fingers in my hair and rocked his hips back and forth. I let him do all the moving at first but then the urge to suck became too strong to resist. I clasped his hips, digging the tips of my fingers into his b.u.t.t, and tugged him in and out as I tightened my lips around him. The unmistakable sounds of wet sliding and aroused moaning filled the room in an erotic symphony.

"We need to stop," Seth gasped, not slowing down one bit. "You're so good at that, but...." Though he looked pained, he stepped back, removing his c.o.c.k from my mouth.

I whimpered at the loss and looked up at him in confusion, my mind a haze of l.u.s.t and need.

"I want to make love to you, baby." He hunched down and lifted me to my feet. "And I want to play with your tight little hole." Those words made me whimper. "Let's get in the bath, okay?" He unzipped my jeans and shoved them down along with my briefs. "I want to test out our new toy."

I nodded, gulped, and rasped, "Please."

He led me to the bathroom, caressing me while we walked and taking little breaks to kiss my neck, my chin, my nose, and my cheek. "I'll get the water ready," he said when we were standing in front of the large bathtub. "You wait right here." He caressed my cheek, kissed my forehead tenderly, and then turned around and started working on the bath.

I waited, enjoying the view of his tight backside as he bent over and the play of muscles as he stretched.

"Ready, baby?" He helped me into the tub, and once I was sitting said, "I'll be right back. Need anything?"

"No." I shook my head. "I'm good."

He kissed the back of my hand and walked out of the room. I sank into the tub and closed my eyes, letting the silky heat of the water and bubbles relax me.

"I can't decide if that's s.e.xy or funny."

I blinked my eyes open to see Seth leaning over me, a couple of bottles of water in one hand and the paper bag containing the toy in the other.

"What?" I asked.

He tilted his chin toward my groin and when I followed his gaze, I saw my d.i.c.k bobbing above the bubbles.

"Oh my G.o.d, that's huge! What is it?" I asked in mock fear. "It's a snake! It's a bat! It's"-I looked at him wide-eyed-"Superd.i.c.k!"

He shook his head, opened a bottle of water, and handed it to me. "Here you go, Superd.i.c.k. You're probably thirsty."

"Thank you." I took the water and gulped it all down.

He put his half-finished bottle on the ground next to where he'd set the paper bag and then he climbed into the tub, settling himself behind me and wrapping his arms around my chest.

"I love you, Eli," he whispered in my ear and nuzzled my neck.

I draped my arms over his and leaned back against him. "I love you too."

I was deeply relaxed, feeling loose, my breathing slow, when I shot up in a panic, splashing water over the edge of the tub, and said, "Did you call your mother? You forgot on Monday and then she called on Wednesday and you promised you'd-"

"Yes." He chuckled. "I called her yesterday."

"Oh, good." I slumped in relief.

He stretched his leg and turned off the tap with his foot. "I think it's cute how you're always so worried about me calling her."

"Cute?" I asked incredulously. "You think it's cute? I'm afraid for my life here."

"Oh, come on. You're being silly. You know my mother would never hurt you."

"Not physically, maybe. But mentally's a whole other story. It'd only take her a few seconds to have me standing in a corner, rocking back and forth and mumbling nonsense."

"You've been watching Blair Witch Blair Witch again, haven't you?" again, haven't you?"

"No, I haven't," I said in a rush.

He arched an eyebrow.

"Okay, fine, I have. What're you going to do about it? Make me watch twenty hours of musicals as penance?"

Quick as lightning, he was kneeling in the tub and pinching my b.u.t.t.

"Seth!" I squeaked and laughed. "Stop!"

He didn't stop.

"That tickles!"

"It does?"

He totally knew it tickled.

"Cut it out!" I shrieked.

I kept wiggling, but I didn't move away, so he kept pinching until eventually I collapsed on him, rested my arms on his shoulders, and kissed his neck. "Stop," I said softly.

He did, immediately replacing the pinches with a wonderful caress.

"Mmm, I like that." I licked my way to his ear and suckled on his earlobe.

"I love touching you." He slid his fingers into my crease and kept his palms on my cheeks, ma.s.saging my muscles as he stroked my sensitive channel.

I rocked my hips, rubbing my erection against his belly and pushing back into his touch. "'S good," I mumbled.

"Yes, it is." He kept one hand on my a.s.s, cupped the back of my head with the other, and tugged until our lips met.

On the list of things I'd learned about Seth was that he adored kissing. He'd hold me and ghost his hands over my b.u.t.t or my back or my face and never stop moving his mouth over mine. It was amazing. Sometimes when I had a hard day with something at work or school or whatever, he'd order a pizza so we didn't have to cook and then spend the night on the couch with me, making out.

"Eli, baby." He kissed his way down my neck. "Turn around." He tipped me slightly back and nibbled on my nipples before sucking on them. "I want to play with you."

I nodded but didn't move. My nipples were sensitive, and when he pulled his mouth away, he replaced it with his fingers, tweaking and twisting.

"Seth," I moaned and gazed into his eyes, needing to see his expression. I loved the way he looked at me. No matter how many years pa.s.sed, I felt a little surprised and a lot awed by the adoration in his face and the knowledge that it was aimed at me.

"I'm right here, baby." He caressed my cheek. "Let me make you feel good."

I gulped, nodded, and scooted off his lap. "Where do you want me?"

"Let's rinse the soap off first." He used his toe to flick the lever on the tub so it would drain and then he reached around me, turned on the tap, and directed the water into the handheld showerhead. "Turn around and I'll get you clean."

Doing what he said, I faced the opposite direction and immediately felt the warm water trickle over my head and shoulders. He poured water over me slowly and when my hair was wet, he set the showerhead down, squeezed shampoo on my hair, and ma.s.saged it into my scalp. By the time he had the shampoo rinsed out, the rest of the water had drained out of the tub.

"Kneel," he whispered into my ear.

I did and he rotated the showerhead all around my body-shoulders, chest, back, belly, and a.s.s.

"Bend over." He kissed the back of my neck. "Hands on the bottom of the tub, shoulders down, b.u.t.t up."

I trembled with arousal. Seth was confident and aggressive in bed, which was a huge turn-on. But he was also tender and affectionate, which made me feel safe letting him take the lead.

"Like this?" I asked when I was in position, my forehead resting on the bottom of the now empty tub and my a.s.s in the air.

"Yes, baby, just like that." He ghosted his palm over my backside. "So beautiful." He gripped one side of my a.s.s and spread me open, then he drizzled warm water on me, washing off any remaining soap. "There you go." He kissed my b.u.t.t and set the showerhead down. "All clean."

I knew what was coming next, but knowing isn't the same as experiencing, so I cried out when Seth made contact with my rosebud, licking and sucking and driving me mad with l.u.s.t. When I felt him press his tongue into my body, I shouted out some strangled version of a prayer or his name or both and scrambled for my d.i.c.k, taking myself in hand and stroking as I rocked back against Seth's talented mouth.

I felt amazing, so aroused and needy that I couldn't stop shaking. Which was why I was surprised when Seth pulled his mouth back and said, "Are you cold, baby? You're shivering."

I tried to tell him that every one of my nerves was focused on the pleasure he was giving me so temperature wasn't registering at all, but my tongue felt thick and my mouth felt dry. Besides, he was already solving the perceived problem by reaching around me and turning on the water.

"Let's fill the tub again." He gently straightened me until I was kneeling in the tub with my back pressed to his front. Then he rubbed his palm over my chest, caressing and ma.s.saging my pecs as he kissed my neck and shoulder. "Plant your hands on the wall, Eli."

I did immediately, bending over and pressing both palms to the cool tile.

"Now spread your knees." He rubbed his hands down my inner thighs, and I scooted them apart as far as I could within the confines of the tub. "That's perfect." One last kiss to my back and then Seth's heat moved away.

I heard the rustling of the paper bag followed by the popping of a cap, and I tilted my b.u.t.t up in invitation. Almost immediately, he rubbed slick fingers against my opening, circling the sensitized skin.

"I like how you touch me," I mumbled.

Seth kissed my shoulder. "I like it too," he said as he pushed a lubed finger past my tight entrance and into my hole.

"Ungh," I moaned and grunted, enjoying the feeling of penetration.

"You're so hot inside." He was leaning over me, pressing his finger in and out and his face close enough that I could feel his hot breath on my neck. "So tight." He licked my back and f.u.c.ked me with his finger while I moaned and writhed and felt myself relax and open to his touch. "There you are." He gave me a gentle bite. "I think you're ready for more now."

He pulled his digit out and then I felt the slick silicone slowly entering my body. Seth knew me well, both who I was and how my body worked. He knew I needed patience to stretch and accommodate something inside and he always gave it to me. Inch by inch, he pressed the toy forward, all the while caressing my flank, whispering soothing words, and kissing my back.

"How do you feel?" he asked once it was all the way in my pa.s.sage.

I clenched and released, enjoying the feeling of being spread and filled with no discomfort. "Good." I wiggled from side to side and hissed at the movement against my prostate. "Really good."

"I'm glad." He kissed my nape, turned off the tap, and said, "Let's sit."

I nodded. "Okay."

Seth sat down, leaned against the end of the tub, and pulled me between his spread thighs - my back to his chest. "Put your legs on top of mine."