Indecent Experiment (4 page)

Truthfully, she felt more than a little vulnerable herself, sitting here with the responsibility of making the first move forcing her to overthink something that ought to have been so simple. That’s when she decided it should be. No more thinking. Just doing.

She closed her eyes, too, looking out from beneath the fringe of her lashes. She leaned forward, her mouth parted the way his had been, and brushed her lips gently over his. Softly. Barely there. Then again in the opposite direction.

Matt shivered. She felt it. Her eyelashes fluttered, and Melissa made to move away, but before she could he’d put his hands on her hips and held her in place. The kiss deepened. Nothing harsh or awkward, still just a simple press of lip on lip, but she was no longer the only one in charge. Matt was kissing her back. Responding.

It only took a few seconds before they both broke it at the same time. He swiped his lips with his tongue, his breath coming a little faster. Hers was, too. She still had his face in her hands, was still kneeling. She could still look deeply into his eyes.

“Wow,” Matt breathed.

“Yeah,” Melissa said.

“We should do that again.”

She nodded. And did. A little longer this time.

Matt’s gaze had gone a little hazy when she pulled away. Melissa put her hands on his shoulders. She had to catch her breath. Her heart had started thumping harder, and heat had begun swirling in a lot of different places inside her.

The next kiss was even better. Their mouths opened. His tongue slid against hers, a startling and delicious, sexy turn of events. Melissa moved and found herself on Matt’s lap with his hands still gripping her hips and her thighs pressing his sides. Her hands moved from his face to hold on to his shoulders.

“Is this okay?” He breathed against her between kisses.

“Fine. Good, it’s good.”

“Good.”

The kissing went on. When she tilted her head, his went the other way. Their noses bumped every so often, but most of the time they shifted and moved in perfect coordination. He didn’t try to eat her face off, didn’t steal her breath away, didn’t force his tongue so deep it tickled her tonsils.

Matt, as it turned out, was a very, very good kisser.

“I haven’t done this in so long,” Melissa gasped as they parted to catch their breath.

“Kissed someone?” Matt’s eyes were bright, his mouth wet. His cheeks were pink, something Melissa noted with amusement.

“Well, no…I’ve kissed guys, sure, but not like this.” Melissa shifted on his lap, ignoring the bulge she was certain was his erection. “Not just kissing, you know?”

Matt laughed and leaned back against the couch. “Yeah. Damn. I know what you mean. Just kissing without moving on, right?”

“Right.”

Melissa thought about getting off his lap, but didn’t want to make this awkward. Besides, she liked being there. “You’re a good kisser.”

He looked at her. “I am?”

“Yes. Very.”

Matt kissed her briefly. “You are, too. You’re a great kisser, as a matter of fact.”

She laughed. “Oh, well, thank you, sir.”

Matt wiggled a little on the couch, shifting her weight, but not in a creepy “let me push my dick up on you” way. He swallowed and relaxed against the couch. “This is some pretty weird shit, though, Melissa, admit it.”

“It is. That’s the nature of psych experiments.”

His grin was a little crooked. “Are you sorry you signed up for this one?”

“No. Are you?”

“Nope. Hell, no.” He drew her closer, seeking her mouth with his. “Call me a perv, but this is a pretty fucking fantastic way to spend a few hours.”

Heat flooded her again, though she knew that Matt meant the making-out part, not necessarily the bit where it included her, specifically. She let him kiss her, let him lead. Melissa let herself get lost in the kiss and the sensations of lips on lips, tongue on tongue.

They kissed. And kissed. Soft and slow, harder and faster. They tried out all the variations of kissing the same way they’d done with holding hands and hugging. By the end of the session, Melissa wasn’t sure she’d be able to walk when she got up from the couch—her knees had gone so weak. Her entire body was liquid and sensitized to every shift, every twitch.

“I just…never…kissed this long,” Matt murmured in between kisses, “without, you know. Trying to….”

“I know,” Melissa breathed as their mouths met and parted. The buzzer signaling the session’s end went off, and they both jumped a little. “Without doing other stuff. I know.”

Boy, did she. Her nipples were tight and aching, and every time she moved, slickness and heat between her legs distracted her. She’d barely been able to stop herself from grinding against the long, thick bulge in Matt’s pants, and she’d caught him stopping a subtle thrust against her several times.

“Time’s up,” Matt said in a hoarse voice.

“I know. I just need a couple seconds,” Melissa whispered, still tasting him with every word.

“I’m going to have a lot to write about,” Matt whispered back. His hands slipped up her back to press against her for a second before letting go.

“Me too.”

They finally both managed to get up and rearrange themselves, smooth their hair and clothes. Melissa wasn’t sure what walking was going to be like until she tried a few steps, surprised to find her knees would keep her upright. She bit her lip on a smile, looking away as Matt spent quite a bit more time adjusting himself.

They didn’t say anything as they walked down the hall they’d walked together twice already. Nor when he held the door open for her, and she stepped through. Melissa was disappointed then, because the agreement was that once they went through the door they were strangers.

His voice stopped her when she got to the sidewalk. “Melissa!”

She turned. “Matt?”

“Tomorrow night,” Matt said.

“Yeah,” Melissa said. “Tomorrow night.”

She was usually there before him, so when Matt opened the door and found the session room empty, his stomach hit the floor. The door swung closed silently behind him. He took a few steps into the room, looking, but there wasn’t any place for her to hide, even if she were trying to.

She wasn’t coming.

The thought should not have made him want to kick something, but it did. It was just a stupid psych experiment, right? It wasn’t like he couldn’t find some other chick to make out with, hell, someone who’d want to fuck him just because she wanted to, not for money or for an experiment or whatever. He could go to any party at the frat house and pick up a freshman just dying to get into an older guy’s pants….

The door opened behind him. Matt turned, heart thudding, sure it would be Randy or Ada, telling him he could go home.

It was Melissa.

She was in his arms in about two seconds, her mouth open beneath his, her arms around him. Matt wasn’t sure if he kissed her first, or she kissed him, only that when he put his hands on her ass and pulled she jumped at the same time.

Nothing like this ever happened in real life. No woman had ever jumped into his arms, wrapped her legs around him, sucked on his tongue so sweetly he thought he might come from just that alone. But here he was with an armful of soft, sweet-smelling woman and his cock was already hard enough to drill brick.

No, not woman. Melissa. His arms and mouth and body were covered in Melissa, and that, Matt realized with something close to amazement, was the difference.

“I thought you weren’t going to show,” he said against her mouth as he back-stepped them both toward the bed they’d never yet even sat on.

“I was running late, I’m sorry.” She clung to him, eyes bright.

In seconds they were on the bed, Melissa on top of him, straddling his hard-on. His hands went to her hips. She leaned over him, her hair falling down around them, shielding their faces. She kissed him slowly but fiercely, her tongue stroking his.

Tonight had been designated as “petting,” a term he’d found ridiculous when he read it on the sheet but now could think of no better way to describe it. Petting, stroking, touching…he wanted to do all those things with Melissa. There were still restrictions. Over-the-clothes touching only, had been spelled out, for one. He’d laughed when he read that, but wasn’t laughing now.

Matt reached up to gather her hair behind her in a loose ponytail he grasped in his fist. “Melissa.”

“Mmm?” She was smiling.

How had he ever thought the size of her tits could possibly matter? How could he ever have thought that just the fact she
had
tits could make him want to have sex with her? In just four days, everything he’d ever thought about sex had been turned upside down and sideways.

“I thought about you all day,” Matt said in a low, hoarse voice totally not like his usual tone.

Melissa dipped to brush her mouth over his. “Yeah. Me too. Crazy, huh?”

“Insane,” he agreed.

“Kiss me,” Melissa breathed against his mouth.

He did. Then he rolled them both until she was half beneath him, his leg pressing up between hers. He swore he could feel the heat even through the denim of her jeans. Matt shuddered, thinking of putting his hand there.

Or, fuck, his mouth.

She whispered his name into his ear. She kissed his throat. His neck, nipping. Did she know this drove him crazy? Randy and Ada hadn’t shared the information Melissa had filled out on her forms with him, so he didn’t think Melissa had been given his, but somehow, she knew anyway. Her tongue teased his flesh, and Matt groaned.

His cock was thick and huge, pressing against his boxers and his jeans. He’d worn his tightest pair, not wanting to give himself too much room. He’d been half-hard all day, had woken from a night of sexy dreams that left his balls aching. In the shower this morning he’d actually stroked himself without thinking about it, stopping when the tingling in his nuts warned him he was going to come all over the place.

The rules hadn’t said anything about not getting off during the experiment period…he just hadn’t wanted to waste an orgasm on his fist. No clue why. Most times, Matt was more than happy to jerk off. But for some reason….

“I dreamed about you last night,” he said.

Melissa’s mouth brushed his throat again, and she looked at him, eyebrows raised. “You did?”

“Yeah.”

She smiled. He wanted to lick that smile. He wanted to get on his knees in front of her for that smile. He wanted to worship every last bit of her bare skin because of it. Fuck, he was a mess.

She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling just enough to tip his head the barest amount. “What did you dream about?”

“This,” Matt said, voice rough. “Kissing you. Touching you.”

Melissa groaned, a fucking sexy sound that would’ve made his prick twitch if it weren’t already forced tight against the front of his jeans. “Oh, Matt….”

He kissed her mouth, then moved his lips along her jaw to whisper in her ear, “Do you want me to touch you?”

“Yes,” she whispered back, sounding giddy and excited. Maybe a little embarrassed.

All the things he felt.

Matt put his hand on her hip, then moved it up her ribs, but hesitated before cupping her breast the way he was dying too. They looked into each other’s eyes. All of this was okay, in fact they’d been led to it, but all at once he wasn’t sure he could go through with it.

“What?” she asked softly.

“Are you sure about this?” Matt asked.

Melissa used a fingertip to stroke his sideburn. “Yes. I am. Are you?”

“I want to,” he said in a low voice. “Shit, Melissa, I’m hard enough to bust my zipper.”

“When I was filling out the report last night, after I left here,” she said in a voice as low as his, “I had a really hard time putting my thoughts about this experiment into words. Not because I couldn’t think of them, or because I was embarrassed or anything. It’s just science, after all.”

“Then why?” He inched his hand up, his knuckles barely brushing the underside of her breast.

“Because I didn’t really believe, when I started this experiment, that it was going to go this way,” she admitted. “The first time I saw you, I really didn’t believe I’d get to this point and want to do everything I want to do.”

For some reason this relieved him. “No?”

She laughed, and he fucking loved that she could, just now, laugh. “Not really.”

“I always knew I could do it,” Matt said. “But yeah, I didn’t think I’d want to. Like this.”

She kissed him gently. “I don’t know what we’re supposed to be proving or disproving here. I just know that I can’t stop thinking about you, that I want your hands all over me. I want to put mine all over you.”

Matt groaned and pressed his face to her neck. “Yeah. Me too.”

“So do it,” Melissa urged, arching her back a little. Her voice had gone throaty, breathy. Raw. “Touch me, Matt. All over.”

He hadn’t been this excited to touch a breast since…well, since he couldn’t remember how long. When he slid his palm up and over the soft fabric of her T-shirt, cupping her, Melissa shivered. Fuck, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Matt rubbed a thumb over her nipple and cursed the “over the clothes” rule.

She kissed him, mouth open. Matt rubbed her nipple again, feeling the tight knot under her shirt. Without thinking, just acting, he pinched it gently, rolling it. Melissa arched again, her tongue stroking his. Her leg curved over his hip and she hooked her heel against him, pulling his body closer to hers.

The kisses got deeper but slower. Not frantic. Knowing this could only go so far was frustrating and yet terrifically erotic—concentrating on every single touch, kiss, stroke, every shift and movement.

He was also beginning to think he was going to come in his jeans if he wasn’t careful.

Matt nudged his thigh up against Melissa’s groin and grinned when she let out the softest, sexiest groan. His hand went to her ass, cupping it, pushing her to gently rock against him. She opened her eyes.

This close, he could count every single shade of brown in her eyes. Every freckle. “I don’t think I’ve ever looked at someone like this.”

She licked her lips. “No?”

Matt shook his head, pressing her gently against his thigh again and watching her eyelashes flutter. He watched her throat as she swallowed, her head tipping back in an invitation he gladly took. He mouthed her skin, nibbling the way she had, and her hips rocked against him.