Page 47 of The Secret Experimentation
“Like to be stretched out?” I ask.
He bites his lip, but I want a reply.
“Answer me, Mel,” I order darkly, holding his hips still while pistoning in and out of him from below. His hands fly forward, his nails digging into my pecs.Fuck yes.I groan my pleasure and his nails go deeper, leaving possessive marks, reminders of him for days to come.
“Yes, Russel, yes.”
I sink in deeper, faster, while Mel is gazing down at me with an awestruck expression on his face. Like I’m this perfect wet dream, fucking him eagerly. It still astonishes me how extraordinary I am in his eyes. He knows I’m far from perfect. The last few weeks we’ve practically lived together, and he’s discovered most of my fixations. He calls me cute and adorable. I call him crazily blind. But fucking eager I am. I’m moaning into the cool ocean air with how good it feels to be underneath my Pixie. Each thrust is hitting me someplace deep inside and my groans are getting louder, longer, more intense.
In a brief moment of clarity, an overpowering sense of rightness hits me hard right in the chest. And I know what to do. My thrusts slow into long glides, and Mel takes them deep, moaning on every fuck. My hands trail along his spine and torso, brushing the angles and planes of his lean body. He fits perfectly in my arms, and on my cock. I power into him again. The familiar tingle at the base of my dick makes me ram into him.
“Want you covered in my cum,” I tell him.
He nods, giving his cock two more pumps before shooting over his belly, his hand, and my abs.
The lustful sounds he makes take me over the cliff as well. The first spurt splashes inside of him, but then I pull out allowing the rest to hit his chest and neck, while roaring and letting go of all my pleasure. Then I lift him up and tuck my still-jerking cock all the way up his hole again. He falls on top of me and brushes my lips, sighing happily. I can never get enough of those joyful sounds. They mean I’m doing something right.
“Wow,” he breathes. “I’ve been wanting to do that all day.” His voice is husky, probably from when I fucked his throat earlier. He is gazing at me again like he can’t believe I’m real, and that sense of rightness explodes inside me again.
“Move in with me,” I blurt out. Shit! I probably should have phrased it another way.
Mel springs back up like a cartoon character. “What?” he chokes out.
“Move in with me,” I repeat more firmly.I’ve gotten this far…“I want you with me always.”
“I’m practically already always with you,” he whispers, frowning.
“Yes, but you need to go back to your place to get your things sometimes. And to feed the bird from the Hitchcock movie.” I try to make him smile, failing miserably.
“You do know that Alfred has to move, too.”
I nod.
“Here.”
I nod.
“With us.”
“Are you saying no?” Dread spreads in my gut, but I quickly shake it off. I’ll convince him to move in with me. In time. Yes. Even though he says I’m cute, maybe it’d be hard for him to live with my fixations with no apartment to go back to.
“No. Fuck. I mean…you love me.” The surprise in his voice is clear. “You really love me if you are willing to share your space with me.” His eyes are watery. “And live with Alfred.” A tear rolls down his cheek. Why the hell is he crying? I’m not good with people crying. Fuck! Did I do something wrong?
I feel the panic rising, so I fight it down with irritation. “Of course I do.”
“You never told me,” he snaps back.
“I just fucked you bareback on the beach, where there’s sand. Sand! I’m still fucking inside you. My cum and yours are drying on my belly and balls. Of course I love you.”
“I love you too,” he yells.
And I roughly yank him down to exchange a long, wild, and dirty kiss. My cock gets hard again—surprise surprise—making him gasp. It’s like I’m in my twenties again. With only one thing on my mind.
“I want all your colors in my life and in our house,” I whisper, brushing his cheek with my thumb. He lets out a short joyful laugh, before I flip him on his back and start thrusting hard and slow.
“We’ll be…be late for…ahhh…dinner.” But he wraps his legs around me, while his nails dig into my sides.Fuck yeah, more reminders.
When I hit his sweet spot I know he’s a goner.
