Page 19 of The Secret Experimentation
I turn stiff. Is he talking about Mel? When I follow the direction of Fredrick’s heated gaze it is fucking aimed at Mel. The flush on Mel’s cheeks and the way his brown locks flutter around his head are damn irresistible. But he looks utterly unaware of the effect he is having on other people. Including me.
My stomach clenches at the thought of him finding some guy tonight. It makes me feel all kinds of uncomfortable. I need to do something instead of thinking about him kissing some other fucker.
“He isn’t,” I almost growl at Fredrick. Then leaving the beer on the counter, I wedge my way among the tables till I reach Mel.
“Russel!” Sam introduces me to his clearly annoyed girlfriend, Jessica. She grins at me, sliding her eager blue eyes up and down my body. But I barely give her any attention since all of it is on Mel. I grab his arm, his skin feels so damn soft under my fingers. He frowns at me, but doesn’t resist when I pull him out of his chair.
“Need to talk to you,” I tell him, looking straight into his deep, whiskey eyes. His lips part under my intense stare and he nods slightly.
After saying goodbye to Sam, I grip Mel’s hand in mine and drag him out of the bar and into my car. I close the passenger door after he gets in and take my seat behind the wheel. I turn the engine on without a word, and start drive. My body is vibrating with fear, excitement, and confusion. My eyes are on the road, but I can feel the questions simmering within Mel.
And in fact, after a couple of minutes of more tense silence, he says, “Can I ask?”
“No.” I breathe out. Asshole move, I know, but my brain is not working at the moment. Emotions and doubts are firing inside me. I have never wondered what kissing a guy would be like, and now it is all I can think about. It wasn’t even a real kiss. Just a long peck on the lips. But it awakened something inside me. Something that wants to experience more.
A lifetime later—in reality, only ten minutes—I park in front of my house. Mel is staring wide-eyed at it. It’s a modern, one-floor water-blue beach house, which I purchased four months ago with part of the inheritance my uncle left me.
After spending a solid minute in the car trying to think of something to say, I turn to face Mel and say, “Need to try something.”
He opens his mouth, probably sick of all the mystery, and I take advantage. I lean toward him, grab his nape, and push my lips to his. Not my best kiss. Slightly awkward. The shocked gasp that leaves Mel’s lips doesn’t help either.
I pull back, feeling heat crawling up my cheeks.
“It’s not our first kiss, so stop looking so astonished,” I grunt.
“What?” Mel chokes out. “I’m pretty sure I’d remember if we kissed before. No, let me rephrase it, it’d be safely stored in my spank bank vault, and labeled ‘things that make you hard from zero to sixty,’” he vehemently says, finding his voice again.
“You were a bit out of it because of the medicine. But you did kiss me.”
His eyebrows bunch up and he blinks quickly. “Is that why you left without a goodbye?” he softly asks.
“Yes and no.” Lamest reply ever. I’m fucking shit at…this.
But he doesn’t pull back. He’s still here with me. Our faces are an inch from each other, I can feel his sweet breath on my lips. My hand is still gently cupping his nape, loving the feeling of his hair under it. Staring into his eyes again, I cannot resist. And I dive for his mouth again.
This time it doesn’t feel awkward at all. His lips are softer than I remember and move eagerly against mine. I tentatively lick the seam of his mouth as if asking for his permission to slip my tongue inside. And letting out a sigh full of pleasure, he parts his lips, almost yielding under me.
The first wet touch makes my dick jump and ache. Mel tastes strawberry sweet and lemon sour and I’m already fucking addicted to it. He makes a small whimper that goes straight to my cock and sucks on my tongue, making my already short-circuited brain fall into a dirty tunnel, imagining those lips closing around a throbbing part of my body. His small hands are kneading my biceps, slipping under the sleeves and caressing my upper arms. The seatbelts are in our way so I click them off and move closer to Mel’s seat. He is pliable and soft under me. I would’ve guessed kissing a guy would be aggressive, and kind of weird feeling a beard. But it’s the opposite. Mel’s cheeks are smooth and he’s completely at my mercy. Which turns my filthy side on more than ever. My hand glides under Mel’s tight tank top and touches his chest.
“No breasts there, big guy.” Mel smirks and then goes back to kissing my lips, running both his hands into my hair. Scratching my scalp in such a firm, goosebump-popping way, I groan with pleasure.
He moans when my thumbnail scratches his nipple, turning it into a small, hard diamond. His quick receptiveness is fucking hot. I do it again, pinching the other one this time, he cries out but it’s muffled by my hungry mouth. Needing to hear more of those sexy noises, my hands keep caressing and brushing every inch of his torso. His skin is smooth and warm under my fingers.
I feel something poking against my leg and when I look down, I realize that it’s his erection. I hesitate. Am I supposed to touch it? Do I want to? I think I do. No! I know I do. But what if I’m not good at it?
Mel’s tiny hands are suddenly cupping my cheeks and tilting my face up.
“Hey, I gather this is your first time with a guy?”
I nod, incapable of speaking right now.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want. We can stop.” The sweet way he talks to me and the understanding I can easily see on his face make my body relax. I didn’t even realize I tensed up.
“Don’t want to stop.” My voice sounds gruffer and rougher than usual. “But I don’t…what…”
Mel doesn’t let me finish.
“How about you just watch?”
