Page 17 of Royal's Reign
“You’re grumpy. What’s up?” Kicking off her shoes and dropping her purse on the floor next to them, she comes around and plonks down onto the sofa beside me. “Yeah, Blues Brothers. I love, love, love this film.” She shuffles around until her legs are tucked under her ass and she leans back into the cushions. “The music in this is crazy good.”
I keep staring at her, watching as her face lights up from the glow of the TV screen. The smile that overtakes her face, those dimples and the soft little laughs that vibrate in her throat. She’s totally enthralled with the film. I’m totally spellbound by her.
“I know what we need.” Her ass gives alittle bounce in her seat. She grabs the controls from the seat beside me and pauses the film.
“What the fuc…?”
“Popcorn,” she replies, already on her feet and halfway towards the kitchen. I turn to watch her, my mouth gaping.
“I don’t have any popcorn,” I inform her.
“Yes, we do. I got Grinder to get me some the last time they did a grocery run.” She opens one of the cabinet doors and pulls out two boxes. That’s not the only thing on the shelf. It’s packed with various packets of snacks. Corn chips, cookies, even sodas. “Regular theater or Ultimate butter?” She holds out the boxes so I can see the options. And, fuck if it isn’t Orville Redenbacher’s. My favorite. Not that I do a lot of snacking these days.
“Butter,” I mumble back, still dazed at the fact that she’s filled one of my cupboards with all this stuff and I hadn’t got a clue it was even there. My eyes don’t leave her. Watching, mesmerized by the way she moves so fluently around my kitchen space. Comfortable, like she’s been here forever and not just a few weeks. Taking out a bag from the box, she removes the plastic over-wrap, unfolds it and then places it in the microwave, setting it on high for four minutes.
“You wanna Soda? I got Pepsi, Mountain Dew, 7up or, if you’d prefer, there’s still a couple of beers left in the fridge.”
“I’ll take a beer.”
“Good choice, I’ll take one of those too.” Sheswings open the refrigerator door and reaches in to grab the bottles. Still transfixed on her movements, I watch her try to uncap the beers. It’s a struggle; the tip of her tongue pops out the corner of her mouth as she tries again, with a little more force, to pop the cap. Too fucking cute. So fucking hot. My dick thinks so too. I take a minute to adjust myself, because when I glance down at my groin area, my gray sweatpants do absolutely nothing to hide my erection.
‘Cough,’ I look up to find Gio standing in front of me, holding out the two beer bottles and the opener. The pink in her cheeks tells me she caught me messing with my junk. The warmth on my face at being caught is surprising. What the fuck. Why is it that this woman has me acting like a hormonal teenager?
“If you don’t mind,” she pushes the bottles further towards me. “I’ll check on the popcorn.”
I take them from her and place them on the table in front of me. Checking that her back is to me this time, I readjust once more because damn-it, just her been here, like this, all light-hearted, fun with the girl next door vibe going on, is making me so horny my dick is about to produce evidence of my shame with a wet patch.
“It’s ready,” she singsongs from across the room, but I keep my eyes trained firmly on the beer bottles, taking in deep breaths and conjuring up visions in my head of old Mrs. Crookshank, who runs the candy store in town. Sweet woman, but her aging years havenot been the kindest to her. At least it puts a leash on my hard-on.
“Are you gonna open them?” Gio asks as she flops back down on the couch, a bowl with a mountain of warm popcorn in her arms.
“Sure,” I reach forward, ignore the bottle opener and twist the cap off one and hand it to her.
“Oh!” she lets out a cute laugh. “That’s why I couldn’t get them off. Screw.”
I freeze at the word she uses. Not that it’s wrong, but there goes my dirty mind again.
Placing the bowl between us, she takes the beer in one hand while using the controls with the other to restart the movie. While I once again get my mind out of the gutter. I make quick work of removing the top from the remaining beer, bring it to my lips and down almost half the bottle in one go.
I try to watch the rest of the movie, but most of the time I’m side-eyeing Gio. The smile on her face. The way she lip syncs to the songs, not a sound, but it’s obvious, like myself, she’s not a stranger to the Blues Brothers.
I reach for more popcorn, mainly to fill my mouth before the sweetness of her has me grinning like a jerk on blow. The fact that she has this effect on me, a kind of high, is not something I’m oblivious to, but it sure as hell scares the fuck out of me. My hand drops into the bowl and I fist a handful of the cooled treat, but its quickly met with the soft warm palm of Gio’s. The spark of heat that tingles against my skin has mesnatching my hand away. The bowl tips, my hand releases, and popcorn scatters everywhere, but mostly over Gio.
“Oh my God,” she laughs, now covered.
“Shit,” I lean over unthinking, and start scooping up the mess that I’ve made, returning it to the now upright bowl. “I’m so sorry.” I continue collecting the stuff from her lap only to find the fabric of her skirt marked from the oil of the butter. “Damn-it. If I can’t get this out, I’ll replace it.” My hand, still trying to clear the mess, becomes covered once more with her soft hand. My hand is right at the top of where her thighs meet, she’s keeping it there, adding a little more pressure than necessary. It brings the fabric up further above her knee, giving me a glimpse of the smooth, tanned skin there.
“Noah, it’s fine,” she breathes out. The slight shake in her voice is telling. I lift my gaze, search her face, and I’m met with exactly what I want to see, but not what I should. Her skin is flushed, pupils dilated as she stares intently into my eyes. My attention slips to her slightly open mouth; her tongue sweeps across her bottom lip. The slight lean towards me is enough that her breast brushes against my chest. It’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back and also cracks my restraint.
The popcorn scatters once more as I flip the bowl aside and grasp the back of her head, bringing her to me, my lips crashing against hers. Soft, so fucking soft and so fucking sweet, but with the soar of arousal that fires through my veins, I’m anything butgentle. Her hands grip the fabric of my t-shirt as I push us back against the seat of the couch, covering her body with mine. Our kiss deepens, and when I thrust my tongue between her lips, she takes it greedily. I’m met with a deep moan of approval when my hands move up under the hem of her skirt, fingers skimming against the edge of her panties. I shift my body up a little further until my hard cock is directly over her pussy. With pressure and the thrust of my hips, before I know it, we’re dry humping. Only fabric keeping us from going the whole way. Our breathing quickens, deepens as we both move faster, harder, friction feeding our need. My head spins with need and want. Wanting her naked beneath me. Needing my cock inside her, tight cunt wrapped around me while I hammer into her until we both come. Then I want between her legs, my mouth feasting, tasting us both on her sweet swollen pussy.
“Royal,” she whimpers, her hands grabbing at my ass, only the fabric of my pants keeping her fingernails from marking my skin. “I want your cock, Royal.” She’s now pushing the waistband, trying to free what she’s needing.
I don’t know why, but her actions and words send a trigger to my brain. The sex-induced fog lifts, my mind clears, and it’s like a huge kick to the bollocks.
What the holy fuck am I doing? This can’t happen.
With both hands, I brusquely push her away.
