couldn’t see that. He’d have a cow. I cast an illusion spell, and the bruises slowly faded, but I knew it wouldn’t last forever. Hopefully it’d hold up until the end of the night.
I put myself together and met Ethan at the double gates. He’d already called a carriage, and stood by it with a gleam in his eye. He was dressed in a black tux that fit the curves of his muscles and made him look incredibly hot.
What was it about men in suits? They just looked so put together.
“Miss Sosna, you are a sight for sore eyes,” he said as I took his arm.
I blushed and said, “You clean up good yourself.”
He helped me into the carriage. As it clattered down the street, Ethan’s hand trailed up my thigh. “What are you wearing under that dress, onawilke?”
I grinned, glad to see he was thinking the same thing I was. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“I think I should make it my business to find out.” Ethan drew closer. His hand wandered up the dress, until his fingers came in contact with the thin, lace thong I’d slipped on.
Ethan’s breath caught. “This is a surprise. I didn’t know you wore such things.”
“It was either that or nothing at all,” I replied.
His gaze glittered. “That would’ve been very improper.”
“Not something you wouldn’t have enjoyed,” I countered.
Ethan said nothing more. Instead, his fingers roamed up and down the lace, teasing me. I fell into a stupor, focusing on the feel of his hands, enjoying the way he stroked me outside the thong.
Oh, gods. We were totally going to bang in a carriage. People joked around about doing it in carriages all the time at school, but I didn’t think they were serious.
Fuck, he was killing me, here. Did he really have to do this right now? When he slipped a finger inside me, I gasped, and he smiled with delight.
Okay, he knew what he was doing. I was going to get him back for this. I reached for the zipper on his pants, which was straining, but he pushed my hands away and continued playing.
I wasn’t going to stand for that. Before I knew what was happening, I’d unzipped his pants and yanked them down, jerking his dick free. Quick as I could, I spread his legs wide and knelt to the floor. I didn’t think about it before I dove inward. This was pure instinct.
“Emma, what are you— oh, gods.”
I’d taken him in my mouth before he could object further. Ethan gasped and fell backward against the seat of the carriage as I gave a long stroke to his dick with my tongue. He let out a few whimpering sounds, and I sucked the top, giving special attention to the area just underneath his head.
I’d never given anyone a blow job before, but the girls and I had talked extensively about it, and I had a general idea. After what we’d done in the clouds, I’d been researching how to get a guy off with nothing but my mouth. I didn’t know if I was doing a good job or not, but by the moans eliciting from Ethan, I figured I had to be doing something right.
I started with long and slow strokes, licking my tongue up and down his length as my hand fondled below. Ethan had gone boneless above me, his eyes half-closed as he enjoyed the pleasure. I kissed his length, and tenderly massaged it as I moved my head up and down. Ethan continued to make small noises every time my lips moved over him, and I got a thrill from each one.
Not wanting to be the one left out, I reached underneath my dress with my free hand and began pleasuring myself. Hey, couldn’t let him have all the fun, right?
My pace increased as I became more aroused. I took the hand and wrapped it around the base of his shaft, working him. Ethan gave a tiny cry— gods, he was doing his best not to be loud right now, and it was so sexy. The carriage driver could hear us outside, I bet.
But I didn’t care. I picked up speed, layering pleasure onto his dick as I worked myself at the same time. I let out moans against his dick in my mouth as I came, and the added vibration sent Ethan spiraling. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he bucked his hips upward, forcing his dick in as far as my hand