Prince albert, p.15
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       Prince Albert, p.15

         Part #4 of A Step Brother Romance series by Sabrina Paige
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  “I want you,” I whisper, hardly sure I’m even hearing the words coming out of my mouth. “I want your tongue on me.”

  “Say please,” he says. “I like to hear you say please.”

  Screw you. That’s what I think. Those are the words that run through my head. But oddly enough, the word that comes out of my mouth, because apparently there’s some kind of disconnect between my lips and my brain, is please.

  Albie makes a growling sound under his breath before sliding his hands up underneath my ass and lifting me up off the ground. I don’t even have a chance to object. I just giggle stupidly as he carries me across the room to a chaise lounge and deposits me firmly on my feet beside the cushioned piece of furniture. “Now,” he says. “You’re going to straddle my face while I eat that perfect pussy of yours.”

  The words make me flush hot. No one has ever talked to me the way Albie talks to me – Derek certainly never did. Of course, Derek never sent desire coursing through my veins the way Albie does. Albie has a way of making me lose my mind and toss my inhibitions aside like they’re nothing.

  Albie sits back on to the chaise, sliding his hands up my thighs and pushing the fabric of my dress toward my hips. “Stop thinking, luv,” he whispers. “I’m starving and you’re going to be my meal.”

  “Wait,” I protest, as Albie pulls me against him until I’m standing with my pussy near his face.

  “Mmm,” he says, inhaling deeply. “If you’re not going to climb over me and sit on my face, I suppose I can make do this way.”

  “Wait. Albie.”

  “Please don’t tell me you’re having a crisis of conscience right now.”

  “No,” I say, swatting his hands away. “Someone’s coming.”

  “Yeah, you’re going to be in a second, if you play your cards right and stop talking.”

  “Shut up.” I slap his hand. “Someone’s coming. Two people. Look out the window.”

  Albie shrugs. “The door is locked,” he says. “We’ll just move away from the window. They’ll go away.”

  I jump up, scrambling across the room to the only cover nearby -- a large bar on the other side of the room. I slide behind it. Albie follows me slowly, ambling like he has all the time in the world, while my heart threatens to beat out of my chest.

  When he joins me behind the bar, he slides his hands around me, cupping my ass and pulling me against his hardness. “Of course, fucking you right here against this bar works too,” he says.

  “Shut up, they’re right outside,” I whisper, craning my neck to try to see the window by the front door.

  “So?” he asks. His hands are underneath my skirt, his fingers on the crinkle of my thigh, so close to my pussy I can practically feel him already. “You can’t see all the way over here through those windows.”

  Then I hear the doorknob jiggle and someone laugh. “Don’t you have a key somewhere?” the male voice asks.

  “Shit, Albie,” I hiss. “Who has a key to this place?”

  “The family, security, staff,” he says, ticking off people on his fingers casually, as if he’s not the least little bit worried about getting caught in the pool house with me. “He could be anyone. Just duck down.”

  He drops down to the ground behind the bar in his tuxedo like he’s done this a million times before.

  Of course, he probably has. Albie the manwhore prince has probably crawled out of more bedroom windows than anyone on earth. He’s a professional at handling this kind of situation.

  I, on the other hand, am not.

  And I’m in very real danger of dropping dead from a heart attack or abject humiliation if we’re caught in here together.

  So I’m about to join him, cross-legged on the floor, when I see it.

  Fuuccccck.

  The remote control is right there in the middle of the entryway to the pool house. The vibrating egg – coated in my wetness – has rolled into the nearby corner. The vibrator might be overlooked – thank goodness for small mercies – but there’s no way anyone who walks inside the door would miss that remote control.

  My stomach lurches as the couple outside drop the key to the ground, and then laugh they fumble to find it.

  I can make it across the room and back here in time.

  “What are you doing?” Albie asks. He reaches for my hand, but I shrug him off, about to dart from behind the bar.

  And the door opens.

  The fucking door to the pool house opens and I’m standing there behind the bar like a deer in the headlights, staring at Alex and Finn.

  “Oh!” Alexandra says. “Belle, is that you? What are you doing in here?”

  I lean across the top of the bar casually, sliding my forearms across it, mindful of the fact that Albie is practically sitting at my feet. I glance down at him with wide eyes, but he just looks at me and winks. Like none of this is any big deal.

  The asshole.

  “Oh,” I say, feigning breeziness in my voice I definitely do not feel. “Um, yeah. I was just getting away from the party. Getting…something to drink, you know.”

  “Come on,” Finn says, pulling her arm. He looks like he stepped off the pages of Yachting and Polo Magazine, even in his tuxedo. “Let’s get out of here.”

  “This is my new sister!” Alex says brightly. “Stepsister, I mean.”

  “Yeah, uh, you guys should go,” I say. “I mean -- I just, um, need a few minutes.”

  “Come with us,” Alex says. “We’ll go up to the roof and get baked. I have weed in my clutch, if you want some.”

  She’s like a walking dispensary. I’m about to answer, when Albie’s touch – his hand underneath my dress, on my thigh -- practically makes me yelp.

  “Are you okay?” Alex asks.

  “Yeah,” I say, my voice innocent. “Yeah. I’m totally okay. More than okay. I’m like, completely fine.”

  Fuck. I’m awful at lying.

  I think I hear Albie chuckle and I want to kick him, but I’m afraid he’ll yell and that will be the end of our little secret. So I stand there, totally motionless.

  And then Albie does the unthinkable.

  He edges his way in front of me, pushes my legs apart, and arches his head up. His mouth is so close to my pussy that I can feel his breath warming me.

  I reach down with one hand, try to push his head away, but he grabs my ass cheeks, gripping them so tightly I have to grit my teeth to keep from crying out.

  “Are you mixing cocktails while you’re back there?” Alex asks. “Why don’t you make me and Finn one?”

  “No!” I cry out, sharper than I should as Albie touches his tongue to me, licking me, probing me, his hands pulling me hard against his face. “I mean, um. It’s really better if I just take a breather from everything right now. Because…”

  Because your brother is currently sucking my clit into his mouth.

  Because your brother’s tongue is lodged inside of me.

  Because your brother is going to make me come right here.

  Those are all inappropriate excuses.

  “Because, my social anxiety,” I lie.

  “Your stepsister is so weird,” Finn says, as he slips his hand around Alex’s waist and pulls her against him. “Let’s go up to the roof.”

  “I’m not…” Weird, I’m about to say, but I can’t focus on anything except what Albie is doing with his tongue right now.

  Holy shit, the guy has skills. I mean, I should have anticipated that, based on what I read about him in the magazines.

  But, I mean, he has real skills. Porn star skills.

  If he’s this good with his tongue, I can only imagine what he’d do with that pierced cock.

  The thought of it very nearly sends me over the edge, right here, right now. Standing behind the bar, in front of my soon-to-be stepsister and her guy-of-the-hour.

  Talk about inappropriate timing.

  With one hand, I grip Albie’s hair, trying to pull him away from me. But he’s unrelenting.

  “
What’s that?” Alex asks, bending over to squint at the floor.

  “There’s a remote,” Finn says. “Shit, dude, that might be for a bomb or something.”

  “No!” I say loudly. “I mean. I’m sure it’s not a bomb.”

  Oh my God. This is exactly what I need – two stoners thinking the remote that goes to the vibrator is a fucking bomb.

  Visions of the palace being evacuated and my mother finding out what exactly I’ve been doing with Albie flit through my head.

  “Are you sure it’s not a bomb?” Alex asks. “I’ll mention it to one of the security guys. I should just take it to them.”

  “I think bomb remote control things are bigger,” Finn says. “I mean, I’ve seen them in movies. They don’t look like this.”

  Between my legs, I feel Albie’s mouth vibrate as he laughs…into my pussy. Heaven help me, the vibration coupled with what he’s doing with his tongue has me ready to come right now.

  I slap him on the side of the head and in retaliation, he tongue-fucks me.

  Some retaliation.

  “Don’t touch it!” I yell, and they both look up at me, backing away from the remote control like it’s radioactive. Thank goodness they don’t seem to have noticed the vibrator. “I mean…fuck…if it’s…a bomb…you should stop touching…oh God.”

  “Are you having a panic attack?” Alex asks. “Finn, it’s not the remote to a bomb. I’m like, eighty percent sure.”

  “Yes…panic attack…” I choke out the words, nearly blinded by lust. Damn it, I’m about to come for the second time tonight in front of someone else.

  I’m not sure if that makes this a high point or a low point in my life.

  “I can get the doctor,” Alex says. “I should call him.”

  “No!” I shout, as Albie’s tongue flicks inside me again. “I…just…need to be…fucked. Um, not fucked. I do not need to be fucked. Fuck. Fuck is what I said. Just. Leave?”

  “Alright, alright,” Alex says, putting her hands up in mock surrender. “Geez. I’m out of here.”

  Finn elbows her. “See?” he asks. “I told you she’s weird.”

  “I’ll tell security about that remote. Let’s just leave it,” Alex says as they exit. The door slams closed behind them.

  “Fuuck!” I scream, clutching Albie’s head as I come on his face, unable to hold back any longer.

  The orgasm is intense. It’s incredibly intense. It’s magnified a thousand times by the fact that I was trying not to come while Alex and Finn were in here, the experience made even more dangerous by the fact that they’ve probably sent security this way to grab the remote control to the vibrator.

  My pussy is throbbing. The empty ache that begs to be filled is almost unbearable, as I pull Albie’s face away from me. He looks up at me, obviously pleased with himself.

  “We have to get out of here,” I whisper. “Now.”

  But Albie just grins and puts his face back between my legs. His tongue works its magic again, the sensation so exquisitely overpowering it’s nearly painful. When I push him away, he just laughs. “Fine,” he says, pulling himself to a standing position. He kisses me full on the lips before I can object. “Do you taste yourself? It’s the sweetest taste imaginable.”

  “Oh my God, I can’t believe you just did that.” I scramble out from behind the bar and across the room to grab the vibrator and the remote before someone else comes in here.

  “Can’t believe I did what?” Albie asks innocently. “Kissed you so you could taste yourself?”

  “That too,” I say, scrambling to pick up the sex toys. My boob falls out of my dress, which is just further evidence of how absolutely fucking classy I am, and I hitch the top of the dress up an inch. “I have no pockets. Take these.”

  Albie slips them into his tuxedo pocket as I stand up to see a suited man heading toward the pool house. Albie catches my panicked look and grins. “We’ll go out the back door.”

  He grabs my hand and pulls me out of the pool house, and I lose a shoe in the process.

  That’s the second time I’ve lost a shoe around the prince.

  I’d say that on the bright side, at least my dignity is intact -- if it weren’t for the glaring fact that I had two public orgasms tonight in front of my family.

  All in all, I’d say with a fair amount of certainty that dignity has gone right out the fucking window.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  Albie

  “Oh my God,” she gasps, her breath short as I pull her along the side of the property. The shadows from the trees that line the border of the yard hide us.

  Or at least, I hope they do.

  When we reach the side of the palace, totally deserted, Belle leans back against the building, her breath short. “Seriously, they’re going to be looking for that remote, Albie. If your sister told them it was a bomb, won’t they be evacuating?”

  I laugh. “They’ll probably do a sweep of the palace, but they’re not going to evacuate our parents’ engagement party,” I say. “You really need to chill out, don’t you? Are you always this anxious?”

  “No,” she protests, obviously lying. “They’re not going to evacuate over a potential bomb threat at the palace?”

  “Consider the source of information,” I say. “It’s my sister. She’s not the most reliable person ever. Especially since she’s obviously high as a kite.”

  “I left my shoe back there,” she says, her brow furrowed. “Someone is going to figure out that –”

  I hold up my hand. “Figure out what?” I ask. “That the future princess took a stroll through the pool house? You need to calm down, luv.”

  Her eyes flash. God, she really doesn’t like being told what to do, does she? I mentally congratulate myself on getting her to use the word please earlier.

  But I want to hear it more. I want to hear it while she’s underneath me. My dick jumps at the thought.

  “You’re so cavalier about everything,” she says.

  “Thank you.”

  She wrinkles her nose. “That wasn’t a compliment.”

  “But I’ll take it as one anyway,” I say, opening my tuxedo jacket. “I have scotch or weed. Take your pick.”

  Belle’s eyebrows go up and she laughs. “You’re going to get stoned right here, outside of the palace?”

  “I have a one of those electronic cigarettes. It’s not like I’m whipping out a joint. It hardly smells.”

  “This is not what I thought palace life would be like,” Belle says. But she takes a swig from the flask, grimacing before she hands it back to me.

  “What?” I ask, leaning back against the wall beside her. “You never thought it would be this damn classy, did you?”

  She laughs. “Yeah, right. Classy is exactly how I would describe this experience.”

  I take a drag on the vaporizer and hand it to her. “This is made of gold,” I say. “That’s class, right there.”

  “I’ve never gotten high,” she says.

  I sigh loudly. “Why am I not surprised that Little Miss Do-Gooder has never gotten stoned?”

  “I’m not Little Miss Do-Gooder,” she says, disgusted. “Why are you trying so hard to corrupt me, anyway?”

  I turn to face her. “Because you need corrupted, luv,” I say, softly. “Tell me you didn’t love all of that tonight.”

  Her face flushes, and she brings the vaporizer to her lips.

 
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