Prince albert, p.19
Prince Albert, p.19Part #4 of A Step Brother Romance series by Sabrina Paige
hooking up in the pool house. Using the vibrator."
"I see," I say. Except I don't see at all. "This is upsetting because…"
"Because she doesn't seem like an ex," Belle says. "Am I helping you cheat on her?"
"You're asking because you don't remember being the one to hook up with me in the pool house?"
This girl is kind of crazy.
Why the hell do I find her jealousy cute? I should find it irritating, and the implication that we’re in a relationship claustrophobia-inducing.
But I don’t.
Erika was never jealous of other women, not in this way. Even during the couple of months we were officially together, she only had a problem with the idea of me being linked publicly to someone else. She expected me to have “little dalliances,” as she called them – which, in retrospect, makes sense, since she was having her own.
Belle sighs. "Of course I remember that," she says.
"You're so jealous."
"I'm not so jealous," she says, rolling her eyes. "I'm saying that I don’t want to be aiding and abetting a cheater."
"You're so annoying," she says. "This is why I'm in the library, by the way."
"So you can avoid me holding up a mirror to your jealousy?"
"Not telling the truth." I sit down beside her on the sofa, too close for comfort – hers or mine. Shoulder to shoulder with her, I catch the faintest whiff of her perfume. I haven’t smelled it in days, and I inhale deeply. The scent is already burned into my brain, and it reminds me of the last time I was close enough to smell it.
When I had my arms wrapped tightly around her.
When I had my cock buried deeply inside her.
"You're avoiding giving me a straight answer," she says. She's looking at her book – some kind of thriller – but I know she's not reading it. She just stares at the pages, pretending to read, all the while sitting perfectly still. But her chest rises and falls more quickly than before, as her body betrays how she obviously feels about me.
"If I give you a straight answer, will you tell me exactly how wet you are right now?"
"No," she says. But she licks her lip. Her tongue lingers on her lower lip the way it does when she’s aroused.
"Okay,” I say. “Then I won’t tell you how hard I am just sitting here next to you. Or how I want to reach over there and lift up the side of that little skirt you're wearing, slide my hand between your legs, and find out for myself exactly how wet you are."
She crosses one leg over the other, causing her skirt to ride up high on her thigh. "Nope. I’m not wet at all," she says. "And you should go sit on the other side of the room before someone sees us."
"Look around, luv," I say. "This library is completely deserted. Our parents have retired to their residence, so they're otherwise occupied."
Belle puts her hand on my thigh, pushing me away with a sigh. If my cock weren't rock-hard before, her touch would certainly remedy that. "Eew, gross, Albie," she says. "Talking about our parents doing it means I'm definitely not wet now."
“So you admit you were wet, then?”
“I didn’t say that.”
But she uncrosses and crosses her legs again.
"No one is going to walk in on us."
"There are still a million people in this place."
"At least now you're considering letting me slide my fingers under your panties," I say. "Wait. Panties or no panties?"
"I did not say I was considering it."
"Erika is not my girlfriend, Belle," I say. "She's very firmly in the ex category. Your mother and whoever else assumed that it was Erika and I who used the pool house, but I can correct her, if you like. I'd be happy to let her know what really happened."
"No!" she blurts out before clearing her throat. "I mean, no. That won't be necessary. And I'm not jealous. I'm not insane enough to think that just because we screwed around that I have any kind of claim over you. I just don't want to be the other woman."
"What if I want you to have a claim over me?" I ask.
I don't know where the fuck that just came from.
"Erika hinted that you guys will be engaged soon," she says.
"She did what?"
Belle exhales heavily. "What Derek did to me was shitty. I would never do that to anyone else. So if there's supposed to be an engagement between you two – even if it's a political arrangement…"
"Whatever Erika told you, she's crazy," I say. "There's no engagement, real or political. This isn't the eighteenth century, Belle. There are no arranged marriages in Protrovia. And I'm not engaged to Erika."
"It's not really any of my business – "
I don't want to hear what else she has to say. I interrupt her, taking her hand and placing it on my hardness. "This is yours," I say. "I'm not fucking around with anyone else. And this…"
I slide my hand across her thigh, my fingertips touching the crease at the edge of her bikini line, but not going any farther. She breathes in sharply.
"This is mine," I say.
"My thigh is yours?" she asks, her tone lighter now. But she doesn't move her hand away from my cock.
"Your thigh," I whisper, then slide my hand further between her legs. "Your wet pussy."
She inhales sharply, squeezing reflexively around my cock as I roll my fingers over her clit. "Yours," she whispers.
Then I withdraw my hand from between her legs. She looks at me, eyes already pleading, and I think I hear her whimper, but I might be imagining it.
I’m not going to give it to her that easily.
Even when she turns toward me, fumbling with the zipper on my pants.
"I'm not finished, luv," I say, pushing her back against the seat. I trail my hand up her stomach and proclaim it mine.
She tenses underneath my fingertips, but she says what I want her to say. "Yours."
Tracing the curves of her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress, I let my finger trail lazily over each one. I linger on her nipples, slowly circling them, watching as they harden to my touch. “Mine.”
When she answers, it’s a whisper, breathy as she looks at me. “Yours.”
At the top of her shoulder, I tug on one of the straps on her sundress. When it doesn’t budge, I take it between my hands and tear it right off her shoulder.
"What are you doing?" she squeals.
Damn, I love that squeal.
I pull the fabric down over her breasts, covering her nipple with my mouth before she can protest the state of her dress any more. Running my tongue over her nipple in circles, I only pull away when she moans just a little too loudly. “Just in case I wasn’t clear,” I say, covering her breast with my palm. “This is mine.”
"Yours," she whispers, looking at me with hooded eyes.
"This neck," I say, kissing softly along the side of her neck until I reach her ear. My tongue presses against the place just below her earlobe that I know makes her wet. "Mine."
"Yours," she says. But this time, it's a groan.
Gripping her jaw, my thumb tracing over the bottom of her lip, I pull the edge of her lush lip down, and she sucks my finger into her mouth the same way she did with my cock in the throne room.
My dick throbs its response, straining against the fabric of my pants. I want to tear off her clothes and plunge my cock inside her right here in the library. But I force myself to be restrained.
Even though she’s aching to be touched, the top of her dress pulled down, exposing her erect nipples.
Even though she’s arching her back, putting her perfect breasts on display.
"Your lips," I say, barely choking out the word. My lust for her is practically robbing me of any sense at all. "Mine."
I can’t wait for her any longer, not when she’s saying she’s mine.
She barely gets the word out before I bring my mouth down on hers, kissing her with all of the violence and passi
She lets out a long moan when I kiss her, partially muted by our mouths. I just can't help myself.
I shouldn't do this in here – the truth is, the palace is filled with too many people who could walk in here at any moment. I should compose myself. I should take her someplace else, someplace private.
But then she moans like that.
I kiss her the way I've never kissed a woman before. I kiss her like I want to get lost in her. Because I do.
I want to lose myself in her touch. I want to pull her against me, my hands tangled in her hair, roaming over her shoulders, cupping her breasts.
This is the kind of kiss that makes me think that I could kiss this girl forever.
When I finally pull away from her, she looks at me with heavy eyes, her expression clouded by lust and desire. "Albie, I –"
"Don't say anything else," I tell her. I’m not waiting any longer. There’s a limit on restraint, and I’ve reached mine. “You’re going to come on my fingers. I’ve been waiting too long to see you come.”
“It’s only been a few days,” she says.
But the laugh is replaced by a groan when I reach between her legs and find her clit. I don’t linger, instead moving my fingers quickly to her entrance. The fact that she’s not wearing panties – that she decided not to wear panties, despite being upset with me – doesn’t escape my attention. “Spread your legs for me, Belle.”
“Albie,” she says, her tone a warning. But she opens her legs.
Belle gasps when I thrust my fingers inside her slick wet pussy. She tries to sit up, running her hands over my chest before reaching for my belt, but I stop her.
"Don't," I tell her. "We’ll get there later. Right now, I need you to come.”
My palm pressing against her clit, I stroke her inside with my fingers. She grinds against my hand when I hit the right spot. "Oh God, Albie," she whispers. “You’re going to make me come too fast.”
“That’s what I want,” I tell her, bending low to take her breast in my mouth. She grips my hair, pulling my head tighter against her. I work her quickly, pressing against her, on the spot inside her that sends goose bumps all over her skin.
I refuse to let up. I want her crashing over the edge.
When her head lolls back against the sofa, I tell her to look at me. "I'm just getting started, luv," I say, my eyes trained on hers as I bring her closer. Her pussy swells around my fingers, and I know she's not far. "This is just getting started. Don't hold back. I want you to come for me, so I can take you out of here and fuck you the way I want to fuck you. I need you to come on me. I can’t make it out of this room without seeing you come."
"Albie," she groans, and I feel the orgasm before she even cries out, bringing my lips down on hers to mute the sound of her moan. When she comes, it’s hard. Her muscles clamp down on my fingers. Her hands claw at my shirt.
I don't wait for her to stop throbbing before I pull my fingers from her. "I'm taking you to my room and fucking you. I don't want to hear why we shouldn't, or how we're going to get caught. If you say a word, I'll pick your little ass up and put you over my shoulder and carry you to my room."
"How are we going to –"
I don't wait for her to finish her question. I bend over her, sweeping her up with my hands on her waist, and throw her over my shoulder before she can finish.
"Albie, stop!" she squeals, pounding her fist on my back as if that's going to make me put her down.
"I’d recommend you shut your mouth before someone walks in here and sees your bare ass slung over my shoulder," I tell her, smacking her rear for effect. Her skirt doesn't cover a damn thing, and I don't care.
"You can't walk out in the hallway with me like this," she hisses. "Put me down."
"Did you think this house doesn't have secret passageways, just like the palace?" I ask, pressing the panel beside the wall. "Now, be a good girl and stay put."
Inside the passageway, the motion-sensors flick on the overhead lights, illuminating what's more like a regular hallway than the old tunnels underneath the palace. The echo of my footsteps and our breathing are the only sounds in here as I walk down the hallway with her on my shoulder. "Or, I'll have to give you another spanking."
"Are you trying to encourage me not to struggle?"
I slap her ass again for effect, the crack amplified in the tunnel, and she squirms. "You like that, don't you?"
"No," she says.
So I slap her again, and she lets out a faint grunt in response.
"Liar," I say.
My cock is hard as a rock, and there's nothing I want more than to set her down and fuck the living hell out of her right now. Instead, I keep walking, letting my fingers wander as I do, back between her legs to her pussy. I slowly push my fingers inside her with each step I take. But she’s not resisting anymore. Instead, she moans when my steps jostle her against my shoulder.
"You should put me down," she says.
"Now you're just trying to provoke me."
"Is it working?" she asks.
I slip my fingers from her and deposit her on the ground in front of me, her body sliding down mine until her feet touch the floor. Pushing her hard against the wall, I pin her arms behind her. My mouth hovers so close to hers I can feel her breath on me.
"You tell me," I say, pressing my erection against her leg.
"You like it when I provoke you," she whispers, arching her back up toward me. Her breasts push against me, and my cock twitches.
"I like it when you do what I say," I whisper. I'm going to fuck this girl, right here, right now. I can't even wait to cover the ten steps between here and my room.
She laughs, the sound breathy. "You would hate it if I just did what you told me to do," she says.
I would hate it.
I like the fight she puts up.
"I should punish you for your smart mouth," I say.
"If the punishment involves your cock, I'll take it," she whispers.
Fuck. The words your cock coming out of her sweet little mouth, and I'm done for. "Fuck me bare," I tell her. "That's your punishment."
I swear that my heart leaps in my chest, straight up to my throat.
I've never done that with anyone before.
The idea of feeling Albie bare inside me, his cock ring
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