Prince Albert (A Step-Brother Romance #4)

"Yes." My voice is breathy. "What do you want me to do?"

"Let me turn off the highway," he says. He's taking the long way back to my father's house, down windy roads and away from prying eyes. I relax against the seat as his speed decreases. Reaching over to me, his hand slides up my thigh until his fingertips touch the crease at the top of my leg. I pull my skirt up higher, over my ass until my skin is bare against the leather seat. "You got over that not-pulling-up-your-skirt thing fast enough," he says.

"Touch me," I tell him, and he reaches between my legs, moaning when he feels how wet I am already. Then he takes his fingers away and puts them back on the steering wheel.

"Touch yourself," he orders, and I touch my fingers tentatively to my pussy, sliding them over my clit, already slick with my wetness. "Spread your legs."

I do what he says, rolling my fingers over my clit as he winds along the road back home. I close my eyes as arousal rushes through my body. "Unbutton your shirt," he says, his voice catching, and I glance over to see him looking at me and then back at the road. I slide my hand between his legs, feeling his hardness. "Not me. I want you to make yourself come. You're going to have my cock in your mouth soon enough."

The words send a rush of wetness between my legs, and I hear myself moan.

"You liked that?" he asks. "Good. I want to see your breasts. Slip your bra down and touch your nipples."

Sliding the fabric of my bra cups lower, I rub my thumb over my already erect nipples, one and then the other, before I can't take it anymore and have to return my fingers between my legs. "Good," he says. "That's it. Touch that perfect pussy of yours. Slide your fingers inside."

He pauses while I slip two fingers inside me, pressing my palm hard against my clit as I stroke myself.

"Talk to me," I beg. "Tell me what you're going to do to me."

"I'm going to slap that curvy ass of yours with each step you take back to the guest house," he says. "Then I'm going to open the door, and before the door shuts, I want you on your knees, do you understand?"

"Yes." I choke out the word, my fingers lodged deep inside me, palm pressed hard against my clit as I bring myself higher and higher. I picture Gaige's cock instead of my fingers, and I'm already close to coming.

"I want your warm wet mouth on me, you hear me? I want your sweet lips around the head of my dick, sucking like the good girl you are," he says. "Fuck yourself harder with your fingers."

"Gaige, I'm so close, I'm going to come," I moan.

"Come for me, darlin'," he says. "Come for me just like I'm going to come in that sweet mouth of yours."

His words push me over the edge, and I come with a loud moan. When I open my eyes, he's already pulled over to the side of the road somewhere, without giving me a chance to recover, and he's out of his side of the car and on my side in a flash.

"Holy shit, Gaige," I say, taking my fingers from between my legs.

"You have me so fucking worked up I can't wait," he says. He unbuttons his pants and drops them around his hips, stands with his hands on the roof of the car and his body in the passenger side door frame. "Put your lips on me now, Delaney."

His voice is hard and demanding and my pussy is throbbing as I slide up to meet his cock with my lips. A long gossamer strand of pre-cum dangles from the tip, and I catch it on my tongue, licking my way over the head of his cock before I envelop him with my mouth. "Oh, shit, darlin'," he groans. "I've been waiting for that mouth of yours all day."

His hands are in my hair, pulling at the roots as I suck him, and he forces me down farther on his cock, his movements just the right amount of rough and unyielding. I can't see is face above the car, and there's something about sucking him off here on the side of the road, without being able to see his face and while anyone who drives by could see him standing casually beside the car, that makes it so unbearably hot. His balls are heavy and full in my hands, and I know how much he needs to come.

My movements rhythmic, I stroke his length, sucking his cock as I jerk him off into my mouth. He's hard, his cock throbbing, and I know that he's close by the way he groans my name and pulls at my hair. Sucking him is making me even hotter and I want him inside me.

He yanks my head away from his dick, his grip tight, and groans. "I'm not coming in your mouth," he says. "Get your ass up here. I want to come inside you."

He pulls me to my feet and kisses me hard on the mouth, his hand covering my breast. "I want you to really come inside me," I whisper when he pulls away.

"Shit, don't tell me that," he says, sensing my meaning. "We haven't even talked about that."

"I'm on birth control," I say. "And we're together. I'm clean." I stroke his cock.

"I've been tested," he says, kissing me. "I'm clean. Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," I say. "I want to feel you bare inside me."