Megan Hart: An Erotic Collection Volume 1

by Megan Hart

  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.

  “No,” Matt said, and left it at that.

  The four
hours that had seemed so damned long that first night now went by at super speed. They moved together on the bed, rolling, changing positions. Kissing, always kissing. Hands roaming.

  Matt nuzzled at Melissa’s breast, finding her nipple with his lips and tongue, lipping it through her shirt. “You have great....”

  “Tits?” she said with a laugh. “You were going to say tits. It’s okay.”

  He tugged gently on her nipple with his lips again. “Yeah. I didn’t know if you’d get pissed off or whatever.”

  “Not so long as you keep doing that,” Melissa said dreamily.

  So he did. One, then the other. Her nipples stood out like bullets. How could he have ever thought small breasts weren’t as sexy? Matt kissed his way down her belly, too, finding the spot where her T-shirt had ridden up, exposing her bare flesh. Surely if it had just been pushed up by accident, that didn’t count as going against the rules, did it?

  She said his name when his lips touched her, and arched against him. Her hands found his head and her fingers twisted, tugging at his hair. Matt’s cock ached, the pressure of his jeans and the bed beneath him so great he wanted to just...fuck into it, just rub himself all over something until he exploded.

  He looked up at her. Fuck, she was sexy. Head turned, mouth open, the barest sliver of her belly showing. He slid a hand between her thighs to press the heel of his palm against her pussy. Melissa gave another of those sexy sighs and pushed herself against his hand.

  Then she looked down at him. She took a handful of his shirt at the shoulder. Pulled him up and on top of her. His cock fit just right against her, right in the sweet spot, and both of them gave nearly identical cries.

  “Kiss me,” she said.

  He did. And they moved together. Dry humping, yeah, so not romantic, so not...adult...but so fucking sexy? Yes. Hell, yes. Matt pumped his hips gently against her, not as hard as if he’d been inside her, though that was what he was imagining. No, with their clothes between them and his cock ready to burst from the pressure, he didn’t have the capability of full-on thrusting. But this gentle, subtle press, release....

  She matched it. Lifting her hips and moving them in small, slow circles as she kissed him. Every so often she’d suck his tongue in rhythm to their moving, and every time she did, Matt could feel the sensation all the way clear to his balls, which were getting painfully tight.

  “This is...crazy,” Melissa said. “This is so...fucking insane, Matt.”

  “I know, I know,” he whispered. “Should we stop? Should I...?”

  “No.” She laughed again, though it was broken by a gasp when he pressed his cock against her again. “God, no. I’m so turned-on I think I’m going to...just...oh, just a little more like that....”

  He hadn’t come in his pants since high school, but the feeling was so good, rushing up from his balls and getting ready to boil out of his cock—

  The buzzer sounded.

  Melissa’s eyes opened and she stopped moving underneath him. Matt stopped, too. He was moments, maybe seconds, away from jetting into his boxers. Hovering on the edge of orgasm, he took slow, sipping breaths, trying to focus on her, the buzzer, the fact the session was up. It was over.

  “Oh, shit,” Melissa whispered, then giggled. “I guess that’s it for tonight.”

  “Don’t move,” Matt said with a smile, though seriously. “I’m so close....”

  Her eyebrows rose. She swiped a tongue along her lower lip, leaving it glistening. “Really?”

  He felt sort of stupid after saying it, but nodded. His gut tensed into a tight, hard knot. He was going to be hobbling out of here, if he was lucky enough to be able to walk at all.

  Melissa’s smile nearly undid him. She leaned up to kiss him again, just lightly, before getting off the bed. Matt rolled onto his back to watch her, willing his dick to go down, already. It wasn’t listening.

  “Tomorrow night?” Melissa asked.

  “Yeah,” Matt said. “Hell, yeah.”

  * * *

  It would be easier to type all of this, Melissa thought, tapping her pen against her lips. She stopped, her mouth tender from the hours of kissing. Not in a bad way. A very, very good way, as a matter of fact. But one that distracted her from the task at hand, which was finishing this paperwork.

  She’d checked off every box, answered every blank question. She’d been honest about everything. What’d she’d thought the first time she saw him, how she felt, how her feelings had changed.

  Her intentions.

  What were they, exactly? She’d come home the night before and tossed and turned for an hour before falling into a fitful, lust-crazed sleep. A hot shower hadn’t helped. Slipping a hand into her panties and making herself come would’ve done the trick, but something had stopped her.

  The final question stared her in the face, black letters on white paper. Bold as anything. Straightforward and simple, no harder to answer than any of the others had been.

  Would you, after the preceding four sessions, proceed to sexual intercourse with your assigned partner?

  Just because she answered yes didn’t mean she had to do it. Melissa knew that. They couldn’t make her fuck Matt, and so long as she’d filled in all the paperwork, they’d have to pay her, too. Suddenly the money didn’t seem quite as important as finding out just how he’d feel inside her. What he’d sound like when he came. How it would feel when he shuddered into climax.

  She wasn’t going to think about it anymore. She scribbled her answer and stuck the entire folder of papers into the assigned envelope, then licked it shut and stuck it on top of her bag. She’d drop it off at Randy and Ada’s office today on her way to lunch.

  And then...tonight. Oh, tonight. Her clit pulsed at the thought, and she laughed, because it was all so ridiculous, all so contrived...and yet all so delicious and perfect and sexy.

  She couldn’t stop thinking about it—and Matt, all day.

  He was there already when she got to the lab that night. She saw him from all the way down the hall. Those broad shoulders, the sandy hair that wasn’t dark and rakish. When he turned, the hazel eyes in which she’d seen her own face reflected. He was frowning.

  “Matt?”

  He pointed at the door to the lab. There was a sign on it. The same black letters on white paper, just like the questionnaire, but this time, there was no question. Just a statement.

  EXPERIMENT CONCLUDED.

  “Oh, no.” Melissa swallowed disappointment.

  “Yeah. Can you believe that?” Matt punched a fist lightly against the sign. “What the hell?”

  “I guess they got all the data they needed,” Melissa said. “Sometimes they do stop experiments early.”

  “Well, that just sucks,” Matt said.

  It did, indeed, suck. Melissa sighed. She read the sign again, but there was no changing it.

  Matt was looking at her when she looked up. “So...I guess you wrote yes. To the final question.”

  Melissa nodded. “Yes. I did. So did you, huh? Or else you wouldn’t be here?”

  “Of course I did,” Matt said. “I just wasn’t sure you would.”

  “Why not?”

  “I just wasn’t sure.”

  Together, they started walking down the hall the way they had so many other nights. Only this time, when they pushed through the doors to the outside, they didn’t part ways. Matt bounced a little on this toes, then rocked onto his heels.

  He was...nervous?

  Well, so was she. The heat that had been building up inside her all day long was cooling rapidly. Melissa put her face up to the soft spring breeze wafting through the university commons. This was it, the end of another experiment. Nothing to fret about.

  “Can I walk you home?” Matt asked.

  Sensation uncurled inside her, fluttering. “Sure.”

  They fell into step beside each other as they walked through the university commons. And when Matt took her hand, it felt so natural and right that Melissa knew she shouldn’t thin
k anything of it...but she did.

  They’d spent hours talking but it seemed different outside the lab. Matt was still funny and genuine; he still seemed to enjoy her stories about her family and friends. Yet now there was an undercurrent of tension that hadn’t been there during their sessions, when they knew exactly what was expected of them and what could or would not happen.

  Here on her doorstep, though, there was no list of rules. No checklist. Nothing but her and Matt and the memory of the past four nights.

  “Thanks for walking me home. This was nice,” Melissa offered, and Matt nodded.

  “Yeah. It always felt sort of stupid to have to pretend we didn’t know each other after we left. This was better.”

  Melissa put her key in the lock. Opened the door. Then she turned to him. “Well. Good night.”

  “Night,” Matt said without moving.

  “This is silly.” She held out her arms. “C’mere.”

  They hugged sweetly, though her breath caught and she snagged her lower lip in her teeth when he pulled her closer. Just that simple touch had sent more sensation tickling through every nerve. They fit just right together, their arms and bodies aligning without awkwardness.

  And then, Matt kissed her.

  A gentle brush of mouth on mouth, lingering but not forceful. There was a question in that kiss. Melissa answered it by kissing him back.

  That was all it took. Matt stepped her back through the door and kicked it closed behind them. His hands were already on her hips, moving over her body, his mouth tasting. Teasing. Hungry.

  Melissa opened her mouth for him. She took his tongue. Her hands were already at his belt, undoing the buckle. Then the zipper of his jeans. Her hand slid inside the tight denim and found the thickening length of his cock. He shuddered, groaning into her mouth, and Melissa smiled.

  She stroked him once, twice, then backed up to pull her shirt off over her head. She tossed it on the floor and cupped her breasts, bare. Offering them to him.

  Matt grinned, eyes gleaming, and pulled her close to him again. His kiss went slower this time as his hand moved over her breasts, tweaking her nipples the way he’d done the night before. Only this time there was no barrier between her flesh and his, and Melissa gloried in the feeling of his fingers on her sensitive skin. Matt mouthed her neck and throat, dipping her to get at her breasts with his lips. When he sucked a nipple into his mouth, Melissa cried out, belly tightening, clit pulsing.