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 would let it go.
I felt a warm liquid fill my mouth. I knew it was him, and I swallowed it eagerly. It didn’t taste like anything— pretty bland— but it had come from Ethan, so I wanted every drop. I didn’t stop working him until he’d relaxed against the seat, and I drew upward.
Ethan’s expression was amazed. “You sly minx.”
I sat beside him and brushed off my dress. “Did you like that?”
Ethan gave a skeptical noise. “Did Ilike it? It’s only a man’s dream to have such attention from a gorgeous woman.”
I took that as a huge compliment and straightened up, proud of myself. Ethan leaned in and whispered, “You should play with yourself more often. I think I like it.”
I blushed. All too soon, the carriage came to a stop. Ethan pulled my dress down, leaving me disappointed. I’d been hoping for round two.
As the carriage door opened, the driver eyed us with a smile. Ethan ducked his head, a little embarrassed, but I was far from mortified. I got a thrill out of people knowing I’d pleasured my man.
The ballet was held in a beautiful auditorium, with Roman columns lining the large marble building on all sides. I took Ethan’s arm, and we started the climb upward. The stairs were numerous, twenty or so. The surrounding area was packed with snobs and Arcanea that had more money than the gods themselves. A few of them tilted their heads to us as we walked by.
There was a long red carpet lining the entrance to the theatre. Fae with cameras turned our way. I was temporarily blinded by the flashing of lights, and people calling out questions. Ethan didn’t answer any of them, and instead pulled me inside the theatre.
“Paparazzi,” Ethan explained with a scowl. “They’re filthy rats.”
“I haven’t seen them before.” They were always around whenever Ethan went to Dolinska, but never so many.
