Page 24 of The Secret Experimentation
I spank his ass. “Ouch!” he cries, biting my ear while I walk us to the bathroom.
Fuck, I like this. The easy intimate way we act around each other. It should be awkward, this being my first time doing things with a man. Damn, it’s always awkward with women for me. But with Mel it feels natural.
After a shower, in which Mel explores my body, lathering it thoroughly with soap while admiring every inch of skin, we go to the kitchen. The espresso is dripping in our mugs and I’m grabbing some fruit and other plates from the fridge, feeling Mel’s eyes on me. He’s sitting at the table, wearing my t-shirt again withagain,nothing underneath. The soft fabric of my joggers can’t hide my growing cock, so I turn toward the toaster on the counter. I’m still very attracted to Mel. So without thinking and feeling nervous all of a sudden, I open my mouth and blurt, “I’d like to keep doing this.”
“What?” I hear him asking.
I turn to look at him and take a big breath. “Try newthingswith you.”
“Experiment, you mean?”
I nod and turn to grab the coffee mug. I place it in front of Mel and then walk back to the kitchen to take mine.
“If it’s okay with you.” I feel the need to add.
He scoffs like I’m talking nonsense. “Of course it is. But we need some rules.”
I frown. “Like what?”
He looks down at the table. “Like being exclusive?”
I grab a wet cloth from the sink and start wiping the marble surface. “Don’t want to keep you from…having fun,” I mutter, knowing it would be selfish of me to stop Mel when I don’t even know what I’m doing. I mean, I know I like what we are doing, and that I want more. But how much more? And am I going to like that too? And what if I don’t?
“I’m having fun…with you. Being exclusive suits me just fine.” He shrugs, but for a second I can almost see disappointment in his eyes. But I can’t be sure because I’m too focused on my breathing. As in I can breathe again after hearing his words. First, I hated the idea of Mel with my brother and now this? My possessive feelings toward Pixie are getting stronger by the hour. “Oh, okay, so exclusive then.”
I place the toast on the plates and start carefully spreading the butter from left to right, one strip at a time. Top to bottom.
“And maybe we should keep it between us.” It sounded good in my head, but as soon as the words come out and I see the cloudy expression on Mel’s face, I wish I could swallow them back.
“I just don’t want people to talk, in case this doesn’t…” God, I’m digging my own grave. “I mean, people can be mean, and I don’t want you to…”
“Yeah.” He clears his throat, not looking at me in the eyes. Fuck. I’m doing it all wrong. “Good idea. Yeah. It could even be more intriguing. A secret experimentation.” His laugh sounds a little empty.
I’m already having second thoughts about the secret thing, but still, a small part of me pushes me to do it.
“Intriguing. Right.” I nod and then busy myself plating the fruit—following a mental order. Strawberry, slice of orange, banana, piece of melon. And repeat. I like things my way, but I don’t expect others to do the same for me, nor do I get crazy if they don’t. It just slightly annoys me. And if I can’t take it anymore, I just leave. That is why I don’t have many friends, and don’t usually invite people over.
The air around us feels tense when we start eating. The silence is heavy. This feels more like me. Fucking things up—poor social skills, another reason why I don’t have many friends. Mel is completely focused on his food, eating it with his fingers. It should irritate me that he’s not using the cutlery I neatly set at the side of his plate. But the sight of his lips closing around the piece of fruit and then sucking on the tips of his fingers while moaning, push everything else to a secondary level.
“Do you like it?” I ask sheepishly.
“It’s delicious. You have a way with food,” he replies, closing his eyes to fully enjoy a piece of banana with peanut butter cream. He makes it look even more exquisite than it really is.
“What have you got planned for next weekend?” I ask him, trying to distract myself from Mel’s sensual eating.
“I need to go to the shelter to take some grandpas and grannies for a walk.”
“Who?”
He finally looks up at me with a small smile on his lips. “Old dogs and cats. Most of them are too old to move, but they can still enjoy some fresh air. So, I put them in a cart and take a stroll.”
I can hear the affection he has for them in every word he utters.
“Why not bring them to my beach?” I suggest, not wanting to leave things this awkward between us. Also wanting to have an excuse to see him again. “I’m sure they would enjoy a nice, refreshing swim.”
“You want to help me…spending time with cats and dogs,” he says every single word very slowly. The surprise couldn’t be clearer in his tone.
“Yes?” My reply sounds more like a question to my ear.
