Prince Albert(49)

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.