Page 65 of Sliding into Love
I open my mouth to respond, but I'm cut off by their lips pressing against mine. The kiss is every bit as passionate as the night before.
My mind goes into overdrive wondering what this means, and if I'll get to have more of them. Will they pull away and tell me that it's just one more time, just one more chance to be together?
Or will we both avoid the situation completely?
Sometimes it's better not to ask questions. The answers would be more upsetting than the unknown. This feels like one of those times.
When Royce pulls away, I chase after them, wanting more. My hands land on their hips as I tug them forward. They grunt, landing against me, and my mouth moves to their neck.
I feel their skin vibrate as they chuckle.
“Little Menace, you need to calm down. Your breakfast is getting cold.”
“Fuck breakfast,” I groan as I trail my tongue against their skin.
The craving I have for them will never be sated. I know that without even needing to think it through. No one has ever created this much desire and passion inside of me. It's only ever been Royce Bellport.
They pull away quickly, their hand pressing to my chest. I'm breathing heavily, my body worked up.
“I said that's enough. Now we're going to eat breakfast, and then we can discuss what happens next. If you behave, I might even waive your punishment this time.”
“Discuss it?” I question.
They nod, letting go of my chest and grabbing my hand to pull me to the table. I follow with ease because I can't imagine going against them, not when they're wanting to talk with me.
From their tone, it sounds like it won't be a horrible discussion.
Maybe the truth is that they are interested in more too. Is it too much to hope for? A pipe dream that I'm imagining because I don't want to consider the alternative?
When I ease down into my chair, I look over to Royce who remains standing.
“What did you get me?” I ask as casually as I can, even though deep inside, I'm ecstatic that they're feeding me once again.
As if they can tell I'm holding back, they smile and point to the bag. “Why don't you look in there and see?”
I do as they suggest, pulling out a variety of pastries along with some sweeteners for whatever drinks they brought. I go with the apple Danish because I know from experience that Royce's favorite is the muffin. Blueberry, of course.
They eye me as if they know I'm choosing based on their desires. Rather than give them any hint of the truth of that, I hum and nibble at my food.
With a mouthful, I point to the drinks. “Which one is mine?”
Royce scowls. “Don't talk with your mouth full. And you can have whichever one you want. I grabbed multiple options. There is a latte, an Americano, plain black coffee, and hot chocolate."
I make a grabbing motion towards the drinks as I swallow the last of my food. “Chocolate, chocolate, hot chocolate.”
They laugh, this time more openly than before. My heart swells knowing that I did that to them. That I made them feel joyful, even if for just a moment.
“I should have known chocolate would be the choice.” They lift the cup and hand it to me.
I wrap my lips around the edge and tilt it back, only to release it right away.
"Shit!" I say, opening my mouth and blowing air in and out quickly.
Royce stands up and comes over to me. They turn my body in the chair and crouch before me, holding my chin.
"Open up, let me see. I need to know if you've burned yourself." I stick my tongue out and let them examine me.
It's oddly comforting to be taken care of this way.
