This is definitely not one of my better stories but, I liked the idea. Have fun!

The hotel was warm inside, which was a nice contrast to the storm outside. I picked up our key and paid for our room at the front desk. Our hotel room was on the fourth floor and it was small and cozy. I went into the bathroom and ran the bath water while Peter was still exploring the rest of the room. When his back was turned I snuck up behind him and leaned down to whisper in his ear.

"Do you want to take a bath?"

He flinched away and spat, "Not with the likes of you!"

"Fine," I said, nonchalantly, "Then you just won't get a bath and you can go straight to sleep."

The tub was full by then and I shut off the water before turning the jets on low. I undressed myself and got in the tub. Peter followed soon after, looking irritated. "Come here." I mumbled as I pulled him into my lap. The feel of his butt against my crotch was smooth and sexy.

He huffed and tried to get up, but I held him in my lap. "Let me go! Why do you always do stuff like this?"

"Stuff like what?" I brushed my lips against his ear and nibbled on his neck.

He flinched and shivered. "Why do you do that to me?" he put his hands in his lap, trying to keep his excitement down.

I snickered and whispered, "Because I love your body."

"Well tat doesn't mean you get to touch me all the time!" he shot back, "Can't you just restrain yourself and leave me alone?"

"No," I replied, "Of course I can't." Then in one fluid motion I leaned forward, grabbed Peter's wrists, and pinned them to the edge of the tub. I slowly pushed my hips forward, which guided his hips forward and positioned his tiny crotch right in front of one of the jets. As soon as the bubbles hit his skin he gasped and made small moaning noises.

"Hey!" he huffed "What are you doing!" he squeezed his legs shut to protect his cock from the water.

"Leave them open." I whispered running my lips along his ear again.

"N-no!" he gasped.

"Just trust me," I said "Keep your hands here." I let go of his wrists and ran my hands up his arms, over his shoulders, down and around his sides and stopped with my finger tips at his inner thighs. I spread his legs and held him there, licking his neck and nibbling his ear as his small body tensed. His moans became louder and more intense as he got harder.

"No . . . " he breathed as I grabbed his waist, turned him around, and sat him up on the edge of the tub. His facial expression was what got me really excited. He was panting, with his tongue sticking out just a bit. He blushed and his eyes were half-lidded, almost shut from embarrassment.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

I stuck my tongue out and licked the tip of his little erection. He whined as I left kisses all along the under side and gently massaged his sac. Then I opened my mouth and slid my lips over his cock, fitting it all the way in my mouth without having to deep-throat it. I started to suck gently as he got even harder.

"Hey! Nng stop that!"

I just kept going as he tangled his tiny fingers in my hair. "Damn it! Get your mouth off my penis! I'm- Ah!" Hot white liquid squirted into my mouth as he pulled my hair, threw his head back and moaned my name. I swallowed every bit of Peter's sweet come and moved my face to meet his.

"Shit," Peter huffed. "I hate it when you make me do that."

I just smirked and said, "Well it sure seems like your body loves it." Before he could send a counter-comment my way, I pulled him close and kissed him, forcing my tongue in as far as I could. When we pulled apart I asked, "When will you give in to me?"

"Never."