Whiskey Prince

by Toni Aleo

  “You’re so beautiful,” I whisper, not only because it’s true, but also to ease her nerves. Like I wanted, she smiles before meeting my lips with hers. Kissing her, I press myself into her, causing her to gasp against my lips. She kisses the side of my mouth, then my jaw, and my eyes drift shut as she runs her lips and tongue down my throat. I move my hand to her hip, squeezing her as she nibbles at my neck, teasing me the way I did her. When she rubs herself against my raging hard-on, I almost cry out. Instead, I take her chin in my hand and kiss her long and hard. Our kisses are demanding, hot, and I’m not sure how much I can take.

  Parting only an inch, I whisper, “My love, I have to touch you.”

  “Yes,” she says as a breath.

  Biting into her lip, her eyes lock on mine. I know she trusts me because she lies on her back, her hands coming to her sides as she watches me. Her hand is so close to my dick and I want her to touch it, but my need to touch her is greater. Moving my hand down her breast, over her belly, I pull her dress up to see that her underwear matches her bra. Biting into my lip, my hand shakes as I trail a finger slowly along the lips of her sweet pussy. She gasps, and I look down to find her watching me. With my eyes locked with hers to watch for hesitation, I move her panties and slowly slide my finger inside her dripping wet folds.

  She gasps again, biting her lip as I find her clit, slowly moving my finger against it. My dick is throbbing in my shorts. My breathing is labored and matches her as I move my finger in figure eights around her clit. Her moans are deafening and they drive me wild, assaulting every single part of me. I fucking want her so badly that I can’t see straight as I pick up speed, needing to bring her to release. I drop my lips to hers, capturing her moans in my mouth as she squirms underneath my hand.

  Fuck, she is hot.

  It doesn’t take long before her nails are digging into my chest as she seizes up, her body going completely still as she comes. As she pants against my lips, I remove my hand and bring her in close, kissing her nose and her temple before taking her mouth with mine. Slowly, we kiss, and I swear my heart is coming out my chest it is beating so hard. I’ve never almost gotten off by watching a girl come, but Amberlyn almost brought me there. My cock is straining and it hurts, but seeing her come like that, so beautifully, makes it all worth it.

  Pulling away, she cups my face as her eyes search mine, and I know this is as far as we are going.

  “I don’t know what to say?” she whispers.

  “Say nothing. Let’s rest here together for a bit.”

  “Are you sure?” she asks, and I nod.

  I know that later I’ll have to take care of myself, but all this was worth the blue balls I’m suffering at this particular moment. Pulling her skirt down, I bring her in closer, kissing her temple before closing my eyes. A moment passes, and I can feel her watching me. When I open my eyes, she smiles.

  “You really know how to show a girl a good time.”

  My lips curve as I ask, “You think so?”

  “Oh yeah, libraries and an orgasm are the epitome of a good time for a girl.”

  I laugh as I nestle my nose in her hair. “I’m glad you are having a good time, my love.”

  She giggles as she cuddles closer into me. “The best.”

  I couldn’t agree more. As I watch her close her eyes to go to sleep, I can’t help but think the thought I had earlier that I was falling for Amberlyn was completely mad. I wasn’t falling—I already had fallen…

  Completely and entirely in love with her.

  “So let me get this straight.”

  I look up from where I’m washing dishes and smile at Fiona. She stands before the sink with her hands on her hips and a confused look on her face.

  “Declan O’Callaghan got you off in the middle of his Beauty and the Beast library and afterwards he said, let’s have a rest for a bit?”

  I shrug as the smile from the night before still plays on my lips. My heart hasn’t slowed down in pace since Declan walked me to my door and kissed me goodnight. After our nap, we got up and had dinner. I was still on my little orgasm cloud but even so, I couldn’t help but feel weird throughout dinner. It wasn’t how it was supposed to be, all romantic and just the two of us. It was like being in a restaurant. There was no privacy, and Declan seemed to be all tensed up when his staff was around. He didn’t smile once the whole time we ate. I tried to make him smile, laugh, anything, but it didn’t work. It was like he was shielding himself from his staff and I hated every second of it, but once they were gone, he was my Declan again. Holding my hand, kissing my knuckles and whispering sweet nothings to me. I’m still not sure how I feel about that and a part of me wants to question him about it but, for now, I’ll enjoy gushing with my cousin.

  “Yeah, it was sweet. It’s like he knew that I wasn’t ready to go forward.”

  Still with a scrunched-up face, she asks, “So you didn’t suck him off or anything?”

  I drop the dish I’m holding, suds flying everywhere as I yell, “Jesus, Fiona! I have never even touched a penis, and you want me to suck it?”

  Fiona laughs as she nods. “Well yeah, he got you off, you get him off, turnabout is fair play, ya know.”

  “No, I didn’t know, and the mere thought of it scares the living shit out of me,” I say dryly, and she rolls her eyes.

  “It’s not a big deal. You just take his dick,” she says, grabbing a cucumber and holding it up for me to see. “And you put it in your mouth, like this—”

  Before she can do it though, I reach for the cucumber, throwing it back in the bowl. “Fiona, I love you, I do, but I am not in the mood to learn how to give head by watching you suck on a cucumber. Let me bask in the goodness of my first orgasm brought on by a guy, please. We can do lessons later.”

  Her laughter follows me as I go out to the bar. I swear she is crazy. Reaching for all the condiment holders, I bring them to the back to refill them with Declan flooding my thoughts. I still can’t believe it happened and above all else, I can’t believe how patient and sweet he was with me. I was nervous, scared, and a little freaked out, but he took care of me, asked for permission, and pleased me in such a beautiful way. It was perfect. He was perfect. I’ve never felt that good in my whole life. I’ve had an orgasm before, brought on by a good romance novel and myself, but the way he felt, his strong arm, skilled fingers between my thighs, still has my toes curling in my shoes. But my favorite part was still touching my lips to his beautiful body. He was so hard, so hot…

  My body feels all tingly, and I love the feeling. I can’t wait for the next time we do it, and maybe I’ll do what Fiona has suggested. The thought makes me shiver with anticipation, but I’m sure that Declan will be patient and coax me through the experience. He was just so amazing, afterwards. When I was tucked in my bed, still giggling over it all, he texted to wish me goodnight, and I swear another piece of me fell completely for him.

  I know, it’s insane, but he is making it so easy to do it, and that scares me. I don’t want this to be some quick romance, and it’s over. I obviously like this guy, a lot, and I could see myself falling head over heels in love with him. I know I can, but I’m worried that I’m rushing this, and that he won’t feel the same in the end. I could throw all my chips in while he folds. It’s a scary thing, this love shit, but I can’t help but want every single scary part of it… as long as it’s with Declan.

  Cutting up the limes, lemons, and oranges, I put them in their respected areas while Fiona preps the stuff for the salads. Aunt Shelia should be in soon to start cooking for the dinner rush but for the time being, both of us work, quietly, lost in our own thoughts. While I think of Declan, I know Fiona is thinking of Kane. She’s still hurting and as much as she tries to act like he doesn’t matter anymore, I know she is lying. I heard her crying when I got in last night, and I think her feelings are deeper than she has let on. I think she does love him.

  “Have you spoken to Kane?” I ask.

  She glares over at me, shaking
her head as she angrily cuts the cucumbers. “Fuck no, fuckin’ eejit.”

  I smile even though she is upset. I just love how thick her accent gets when she is angry. “Has he tried texting you?”

  “Yeah, a bunch, and I’ve ignored it all.”

  “Oh.”

  “Yeah, screw him,” she mutters before going back to work. I do the same and I’m almost done when she asks, “Have you told him?”

  I look up from where I am stuffing cherries in the little bins. “Told who what?”

  “Declan… have you told him that you’re a virgin?”

  I shake my head. “No, why should I? I don’t want to admit that I’m extremely inexperienced. That’s embarrassing.”

  “It would probably be a good idea. It is something you share with someone you’re involved with.”

  “It’s only been a month though.”

  “He got you off, Amberlyn. He’ll expect more and more and so will you. Then you guys will get to the moment of penetration, you’ll freak out, he’ll be like what’s wrong, you’ll start crying, and then you’re first time is a fuckin’ mess.”

  I can only blink at her. “You’ve given way too much thought to my first time.”

  She smiles. “Of course, it should be magical—rainbows and sunshine and unicorns doing it or something.”

  I roll my eyes as I scoff. “Oh my goodness, Fiona.”

  “No really, you need to tell him. Give him time to prepare.”

  “Prepare?” I ask, confused.

  “Yes, he has to make sure to ruin you for the rest of the male race.”

  My eyebrow cock. “Is that what happened with your first time?”

  She laughs. “Fuck no, he did me in the girls’ bathroom and thrust so hard that I hit my head on the bathroom mirror, shattering it! Everyone called me ‘thrust and bust’ after that.”

  I can’t even hold in my laughter. “Thrust and bust?”

  “Yeah,” she says, shaking her head. “It was horrible. Thankfully, I moved on from the horrid experience and had some pretty great ones. Kane was the best, though. He could have me screamin’ in two-point-one seconds with just a little touch. Jesus,” she says, her eyes falling shut some.

  “Wow,” I say, and then she snaps her eyes back open.

  “Fuckin’ eejit! We are having sex and we aren’t together? I’m no fuckin’ slag, damn it!”

  “No, you’re not,” I agree.

  “Arsehole.”

  “For sure,” I say.

  When she glances up at me, she grins and I smile back, but then her smile drops as she sets me with a look. “You have to tell him though.”

  I shrug my shoulders before I pick up both trays. “I don’t see a reason to tell him that I’m a virgin. It isn’t like we are having sex.”

  “Yet,” Fiona adds pointing a knife at me.

  “Yet,” I say with a smile. “When the time comes, I’ll tell him.”

  She nods and goes back to cutting but when I turn to head to the bar to put everything up, I see the last two people I want to see at that moment. Declan is standing with wide eyes, looking completely gorgeous with a jar of what looks like Goober. While I am excited to see him and even more excited to see a can of Goober, I can’t help but assume he heard what I said. And judging by my Aunt Shelia’s expression, it’s safe to say she did, too.

  And there goes the trays.

  Fuck me.

  Crashing at my feet, fruit goes everywhere as Fiona yells, “What the hell—oh crap.” I look back at her with wide eyes, my legs drenched in the juices while my face burns with embarrassment, and all she does is shrugs.

  “Hiya, Ma! Declan.”

  Declan doesn’t say anything as Aunt Shelia comes to my rescue, fussing over me and helping me clean up. I can’t look at him. My heart is pounding in my chest, my hands shaky, and I have no clue what to say. I planned this to be different. I thought we’d be lying in the afterglow of my first time, and I would tell him that way. I’m beyond embarrassed by my inexperience, and I sure as hell didn’t want my aunt and boyfriend to know this.

  I feel him near before I see that he is helping clean up the condiments. He grabs both trays and stands as I do before placing them on the table. Sparing a glance, I find that he is watching me, his face as red as mine. His lips are in a straight line, and I’m not sure what his expression means. There is no reason for him to be mad, maybe shocked, but I don’t know. I hate the way I feel. I hate that all eyes are on me. It’s like I have a huge, red V on my chest that everyone is staring at. That I’m some kind of fucking alien. Blah, it’s mortifying!

  “Well, this is awkward,” I mutter, and Fiona laughs.

  “What is?”

  I swear the look I give her could kill her on the spot. She laughs again and before I could throw something at her, Declan says, “Can I please talk with you, Amberlyn?”

  Ugh, not what I want to do. I send Fiona a pleading look that she just smiles at. “I wonder what he wants?”

  “I’m gonna kill you,” I say. This time, I do throw a lemon at her. That she, of course, dodges. I swear, the next time she is in an embarrassing situation, I’m going to make it ten times worse. I know she is probably trying to play this off as not a big deal, but the tension in the room can be cut with a knife. “Sure,” I say, still without looking at Declan. I then, grudgingly, pass by him without another word. He follows me through the pub and out the side door.

  Once outside, the afternoon sun warms my face as I lean against the wall, kicking at the ground as Declan shuts the door. Biting into my lip, I chance another glance to see that he is still watching me. His eyes are dark and set on me, leaving me breathless. Breaking away from his gaze, my eyes fall to where he is holding a can of Goober.

  “Why are you holding a can of Goober?” I ask.

  At the same time, he asks, “You’re a virgin?”

  Both of us look away as I let out a long breath. This is so freaking awkward, and I hate that. Looking back at him, he meets my gaze and I smile. “I told you I never really had time to date or anything like that.”

  “I know but you never mentioned that you were a virgin.”

  “So what, you thought I slept around?”

  “Well yeah,” he blurts out, running his hand through his hair.

  “Wow, thanks,” I mutter, rolling my eyes.

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. I’m a little shocked here. I wish you would have told me.”

  “I didn’t think it mattered,” I say with a shrug. “It doesn’t matter.”

  “Yes it does, to me it does. I haven’t met a virgin since secondary school.”

  I let out a breath as I look away. “Oh my God, you make me sound like a rare gem. It’s not a big deal. Lots of people are virgins.”

  “You are a rare gem, Amberlyn, to me you are,” he says, taking a step towards me. “And you being a virgin doesn’t change anything between us, but I still wish you would have told me. I wouldn’t have done what I did last night. I would have waited.”

  I glance back up at him. “Why? It was amazing. See, this is why I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want you to be weird about it. You say it doesn’t change anything between us but I bet you before you knew, you were ready to bang me. Now that you know, you want to be all proper and gentlemanly about it, and I still just want to bang you. Just because I haven’t done it, doesn’t mean I don’t want too. I do. It’s just I never had time and I also wanted it to be with someone I care for, love even.”

  I let out a long breath and suck one back in. When his hand comes up to my face, gently tipping it back so our gaze meets, I look up to see that his mouth is curling up at the side. God, he is so beautiful. “I still want to bang you, Amberlyn.”

  My face breaks in a grin as I let out a small laugh. “Nice to know.”

  “But like you, I want your first time to be with someone you love.”

  Oh hell, I almost said it, I did, but thankfully, before I could utter those three words, Declan says, �
�I want that to be me, of course, but that takes time. This is new; we are new. We are testing the waters, and they are pretty great, I think, so let’s act as if this never happened. Let’s just let things happen, okay?”

  “You’re the one that made a big deal about it.”

  His mouth breaks in a grin as he says, “It took me by surprise, that’s all, but I’m good now. All I care about is being with you.”

  “Me too,” I say, leaning into him.

  “So we’ll forget this all, just be us.”

  I nod. “That sounds great.”

  “Grand, I think so, too,” he whispers, and it’s safe to say that Declan’s accent is the hottest thing ever. It’s been almost two months of knowing him and still, to this day, the certain things he says can bring me to my knees. He is just so freaking hot. As he leans his head against mine, we share a smile and I can’t help but think of those three words. He wants to wait though, which means he doesn’t feel the same as me. Yet.

  Kissing my nose, he smiles as he says, “Can I be honest?”

  I smile. “Of course.”

  “I like that you want to bang me,” he admits, giving me a goofy grin that makes my insides flip.

  A girly giggle escapes my lips before I say, “Well, after last night, how can I not? I can’t wait to have your hands all over me.”

  His eyes darken as he leans into me. With a low groan, he says, “You test my control, Amberlyn. I’m usually so in control of everything but with you, I’m a mess.”

  Reaching up, I take a hold of his shirt and yank him towards me. “Good, I like you that way.”

  I seal my mouth on his and he kisses me earnestly, causing my heart to feel as if it is coming out of my chest. Moving my tongue with his, I run my hands up his chest to his neck, where I wrap my arms around him, bringing him down closer. When we finally part, only for air, I smile. He grins back, kissing the side of my mouth before pulling back some to hold up the can of Goober. I squeal as I take it, and then ask, “Where did you get it?”