Page 42 of The Secret Experimentation
For a second, he doesn’t respond. My breath hitches in disappointment, and I start to pull away. But then his lips chase mine and his hand goes around my neck to hold me in place. Our teeth clacking. Our bodies colliding. Anger, longing, frustration, and relief fight inside me.
“Nrgh,” Mel utters a second before wrapping both his arms and legs around me, like the sexy octopus he is. His body hits the wall as I lick my way into his mouth, intertwining our tongues. Tasting him, devouring him.
My lips trail down his jaw and neck, nipping and sucking. His sweet scent alleviates all my worries, making my hips thrust against his small, perfect, tight body. I want him so fucking much.
“Russel,” he breathes. And I can’t ignore the question in his voice.
I lift my head and place a gentle hand on Mel’s face. I just need to take him in for a moment. The red bloom on his cheeks, roughed-up hair, swollen, large lips. My thumb caresses the black shadows under his whiskey eyes.
“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” My voice cracks at the end and I need to take a big breath to find some strength again. I struggle for words. I take his hand and squeeze it in mine. Letting the other one slide down to cup his ass. He lets me fondle him, and a flutter ignites in my lower gut. I know I shouldn’t do this now, but I need to feel him. I cast a glance toward the living room and open kitchen trying to put my thoughts in order.
Mel turns stiff in my arms. “Are you afraid somebody will see us together?”
“Fuck no,” I vehemently say. “Never been afraid. Just confused. I-I wanted to be sure. To protect you.”
“Me?” He clearly doesn’t believe me.
“I don’t care what people say about me. My brother and best friends are gay and my family is totally cool with it.”
“You’re lucky.” He looks sad.
“Listen to me, your parents and the rest of your family are dicks. They don’t deserve you.Isure as fuck don’t deserve you,” I admit. Those last words are so damn painful to say. Fuck, I had a nice declaration ready, I’ve rehearsed it in my head a thousand times on my way here. But my mind has turned utterly blank.
“You—want to deserve me?” he softly asks.
I kiss him. My mouth this time is slow and deliberate. I’m trying to tell him something important, with my body.
But I know it isn’t enough. So, I pull slightly back. Our lips lightly touching. We are breathing each other’s air.
“I want you in my life. And not just to fool around. Although that’s something I’d like to keep doing, because damn, it’s fucking incredible.”I’m digressing. “I want everybody to know that I want you. All of you, Pixie. If I am not clear enough I—want to be your boyfriend.” I feel warmth filling my cheeks, but my eyes don’t move from his. “And I know I’m an asshole, and an OCD nutcase, and that I shouldn’t have called you friend in front of Vanessa. Who is nothing to me. Nothing. I…”
Mel abruptly fists my T-shirt. “Kiss me already, you big idiot.”
My pained expression quickly turns into a big goofy grin and I slam my lips against his. The smile fades, sucked away by his skilled lips. The memory of those same lips stretched wide while draining my cock dry makes that very part of my body throb and drip precum.
My blood turns into warm pumping lava rushing through my veins, turning my body into a blazing inferno.
“I want to fuck you against this wall,” I growl, biting his lower lip while my cock is humping him hard.
“What?” Mel’s lust-filled eyes focus on me when my hand slides between us and starts stroking his interested dick through the boxer fabric. He moans, and fuck, I missed those sexy noises so much.
“Are you sure?” he pants, his hands gliding to my back under my t-shirt, stroking, pawing, scratching.
My fingers tangle in his hair, and I push my lips near his ear. “I want to bend you over. Fill you up with my cock.” I grind against him and feel his loud gasp on my neck. My hand works him rough and fast. “Fuck you until you scream. Until your hole clenches around me, begging for more. My big cock will stretch you so wide. Open you up and ruin you—your sweet hole will gape when it’s over.” Mel is jerking against me wildly now, slutty nonsense coming out of his parted lips.
“More,” he cries, making me feel powerful and so damn lucky he adores my filthy kink.
“And when my cum is dripping down your thighs and your balls you’ll smell like me. And you’ll beg for more. You’ll present your sweet ass and implore me to fill you up again. Because you want to be dirty for me.”
“Yes. I want that.” Mel suddenly trembles in my arms and his muffled moan dies slowly against my skin. I feel wetness through my t-shirt on my belly. Proof of how much he likes it dirty. He whimpers so sweetly against my neck, body jerking a couple more times. And Jesus, I need to fuck him.
“Shit,” he breathes out. His blurry, disoriented eyes lift to mine. I love that satisfied smile on his face. Because I put it there. Moi. The inexperienced, uptight nutcase. I’ll make it my life’s mission to place it there every day.
He gives me a long dirty kiss, our tongues twisting around each other, his hand scratching the back of my head, sending shivers straight to my heavy balls.
“Russel, that mouth of yours. Christ. I want you to keep talking to me like that while you fuck me.” He bites his lower lip hard. My cock twitches, and I smirk, feeling half-eager half-smug.
But then footsteps come from the wooden staircase, and I quickly let go of Mel, pushing him behind me.
