Page 22 of The Secret Experimentation
“Sure.” He gives me a surprised look. But I’m too focused on trying to hide my saluting dick from him, keeping the cushion on the bulge when I stand up. Then shifting my hips away and quickly walking to the kitchen.
With a bowl full of fragrant salt and butter popcorn, I sit back on the couch—dropping wet wipes on the coffee table—and Mel scooches closer after pushing play on the remote.
A tense ten minutes pass, then my body leans back on the sofa, and I smile every time I hear Mel’s small chuckles from a funny scene. And thank God the movie is full of them, because that sound is my new favorite. Well, second favorite. Nothing can beat his orgasm sexy-as-fuck moan.
I force myself to stop thinking about it and go back to the movie.
When the credits are rolling on the screen I’m sitting on the sofa with Mel’s head on my lap. I changed into a soft tank top and gym shorts an hour ago and Mel’s approving gaze almost made me come in my boxers.
His hand is on my stomach under the fabric, and in his sleep he’s stroking me from time to time—leaving a path of fire wherever his fingers reach. His other hand is under his cheek, making him look like an innocent kid.
I’m not a big fan of closeness. Generally, people are too clingy for my liking. I can feel every place on my body where a person’s body touches mine. It is almost suffocating. Not with Mel. Just like that night in his bed when he was breathing softly against my neck, it feels nice. His little snores tilt the corners of my mouth up, and stretching my arm on the back of the couch, I wonder if I should take him to bed. His peaceful face makes me hesitate. Just five more minutes.
Chapter 5
Theregulationstipulations
I slowly come back to consciousness. The clock on my living room wall is the first thing my eyes focus on. It’s nine o’clock and even though it’s a Sunday, I’ve usually been up for a couple of hours, exercising or tidying up the house. Still, I don’t move from the couch where I’m lying belly-up because of the warm, snoring weight pushing on top of me. I must have fallen asleep and then shifted us during the night because Mel is on top of me, his legs cradling my sides. Even though he took a shower yesterday, his hair still smells of jasmine. I inhale the sweet scent deeply in my lungs. My chest puffs, pushing Mel upwards and then down again when I let out a long exhale. He grunts, snuggles closer and moves his head back. I can see his face now. His eyes are still closed and his red lips suddenly part, a soft moan escapes. His hips are slightly moving on top of me, stroking his hard cock against my belly.
“Russel,” he whisper-moans, speeding up his thrusts. Realizing that he’s having a dirty dream about me gives life to a rumbling growl inside my chest. His hands are fisting the fabric at my shoulders tightly now while he continues to hump me. And fuck, it feels so damn good. His soft ass is right on my hard cock and the meaty cheeks are getting me off perfectly. I look down at his face and the fact that he’s imagining getting down and dirty with me makes me even more horny.
“Fuck,” I swear, tilting my head back and running my hand into his hair, to grab and hold. With my other hand I pull him closer, gripping a handful of his bare ass.Bare.He has been naked under my t-shirt the whole time.
Oh, shit.His ass is so damn soft and full. I guess I thought a man’s butt would be hard, more muscular than a woman’s. But his skin is silky, and kneading it is quickly turning into my new addiction. I was worried I’d be bad at this or that it would make me uncomfortable. But the opposite is true.
This…this feels so right. My grip turns shy of bruising on his plump ass, making Mel whimper, but his hips speed up on top of me. It’s rough. It’s a bone-deep sensation, and I want to exploit it thoroughly. His unfocused eyes open, but when they find me, a long moan leaves his lips.
He suddenly straightens up and starts tugging at my shirt.
“Naked,” he orders me, but then freezes with the white fabric still hanging from his hand. “Is this okay?” Fuck. The fact that he wants to make sure I’m fine with it shows me just how lucky I am to be able to do this with him.
I grab his hips and with a quick but gentle move—careful of his still bruised ribs—I flip us. Having him under me, naked and panting, turns my cock as hard as a rock. I kneel between his open legs and push down my shorts, letting my thick, long shaft slap against my abs.
“Holy crap, you’re fucking hung…like a damn horse. And uncut,” he whispers incredulously staring at it like he wants to devour it. I smirk and slowly pull off my tank top and throw it on the coffee table. Mel’s eyes are dark and full of hunger. Nobody has ever studied me with such wonder and desire. In my experience women always want me to praise them and show them how much I crave their bodies. But with Mel, there are no unspoken rules.
“Russel, you are gorgeous. Moses and the Red Sea, I’m going to cum before you even touch me.” He grabs his cock at the base and squeezes. The adoration in his eyes pushes my control to the limit and I drop myself on top of him, catching my weight on my elbows. His legs wrap around my waist, arms around my neck, and his hips resume their thrusting. But this time our cocks are stroking against each other and the sensation of his hard length rubbing mine is mind-blowing.
Mel lifts his hand to spit on it and then moves it near my mouth, waiting till I do the same—my pupils dilated in blazing ecstasy at the sight of our mixed saliva. But when he slides it between our bodies and slicks our cocks with it, I pin him down and my pelvis starts battering him into the sofa.
“What are you doing to me?” My voice sounds slurred, like I’m drunk on the ecstasy. My hand fists his hair, and I pull his head back, attacking his mouth like an unleashed animal. And he’s fucking there, taking every aggressive stroke, moaning like a whore while sucking on my tongue. I’m growling and panting, loving the feeling of his smooth skin against mine, of his precum leaking on my pistoning dick.
“Pixie, I want…Ahhh Christ.” He chooses that moment to slide both his hands between our bodies, and circling both our cocks, he pumps them.
“Yes, God. Do whatever you want.” Dangerous words from his lips since I already feel unhinged. I usually explain my kink before fucking or I slowly make my partners get used to it. But it feels like Mel will really let me do whatever I want to him. Fucking love it as well.
“But…”
Oh fuck, if he takes his words back I’m going to explode—and not talking about my balls.
“For all the saints that are marching in, don’t stop. Don’t ever fucking stop.”
That’s it. I kiss him again, enjoying every little moan he pushes down my throat. Then I pull my lips back and with my thumb, I hold his mouth open while my hips keep moving, our cocks stroking, fucking his fists. Looking straight into his eyes, I open my mouth and let a string of saliva fall between his lips. The sight of it on his tongue…Fuck!
“Swallow it,” I order. His eyes widen and his gaze moves down to my lips before he lets out a choked whimper. But he does. And in the next heartbeat, he’s sucking my tongue like he’s trying to get more. Jesus Christ, I’m going to come.
Watching Mel react like an eager slut to my dirty kink is a never-ending source of pleasure. I want more.
“I’m going to dirt you up so good, Pixie.”
