Page 47 of Revenge

He stilled for a second, as though not knowing how he’d gone from walking to the gates to kneeling on the ground with a face full of auburn pubes, but then he huffed out a laugh. At his first lick, the combination of the cold air and his hot tongue made me cry out and twist my fingers into his hair. He grunted and circled my clit with his flattened tongue, generating a current of sparks with each movement. I closed my eyes, loosened my grip on his hair, and relaxed into his hot caresses.

Henry groaned against me, sending pleasurable vibrations up my core. My muscles clenched and unclenched, remembering the feel of those thick fingers inside me. As much as I yearned to be filled, I wanted to prolong the pleasure and have him on his knees, worshipping my slit until I splintered.

“That’s it,” I said between gritted teeth. “Put that lying tongue to use.”

Henry pulled back, letting in a gust of cold air. “What did you say?”

“Did I tell you to stop?” I shoved his head back into my crotch.

He lapped at my nub, flicking that deceiver’s tongue over and over again with relentless endurance. Shockwaves of pleasure darted down my legs, making them tremble so much, I had to hold onto Henry’s shoulders for balance. He must have taken that as a signal to increase his efforts because his licks turned into the most intense, open-mouthed kisses.

Whimpers filled my throat as his tongue had me shuddering and spasming. I dug my fingers into him as the pleasure wound and coiled around my core like a spring. My head fell to my chest, and I panted through parted lips, parsing the intensifying sensations. Sweat gathered in my brow, and warmth built up beneath my woolen clothes. A breeze would chill my skin, but then the heat from beneath my coat would warm it. I swallowed hard and moaned.

Henry’s thumbs pressed into the flesh of my inner thighs, the movement opening me further into his caresses. The pleasure spiked, and something deep within me broke, releasing wave upon wave of the most intense climax of my life.

“Yes!” I cried out.

The noise made the robins up above take flight.

His mouth clamped around me as I came, and his tongue flattened out as though not wanting to miss a drop of my undoing.

I rested the back of my head against the tree trunk, boneless and spent. There was something to be said about making out with someone when you were too pissed at them to give a shit about their own pleasure or what they thought. It was liberating, and the orgasms were more intense.

Henry pulled up my hose and panties, then adjusted my skirt back over my hips. He tried to rise, but I pushed him down.

“What about me?” He stared up at me with plaintive eyes. “Aren’t you going to—”

“I want to watch you.”

“A-alright.” Excitement made his voice hitch. “No girl has ever made me do this. But how are you going to see everything when it’s so dark?”

I pulled out my smartphone, tapped the flashlight button, and pointed the beam at his crotch.

Henry fumbled over his fly, pulled himself, out and let his gaze flicker from my eyes to my lips. “Are you recording this?”

Ignoring my watering mouth, I said, “Do you want me to?”

He chuckled. “Not really.”

“Then don’t put ideas into my head.” I gave myself a mental slap. How could I not have thought to record it?

It took Henry less than a dozen pumps to bring himself to a moaning climax. The wretched fool didn’t give me any warning and shot his junk over my coat. I kicked him in the thigh, and he promised to buy me a new one. After he tucked himself back into his pants, fastened his coat, and retrieved his scarf from where I’d dropped it, he stood and wrapped his arms around me, laughing like a look. “Oh Emilia, you really are the most amusing girl.”

Annoyance rippled through my relaxed state, and I rolled my eyes. He had said something similar when he had pretended to be abducted, and look where that amusement got me.

“We may as well return to Elder House.” I broke out of his embrace and headed back toward the campus.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “What about the liqueur coffee?”

“You’re such an attentive date.” I gave him a tight smile and grabbed his hand. It was a pity he was so lax about other things, like a girl’s need to clear her name.

As we walked back toward the porter’s lodge, Henry gushed about the way I had taken charge, how hot it had made him, and how he wanted me to do it again but include Edward and Blake. I pictured the triumvirate hard and naked at my feet, and a laugh huffed out of my throat. I would hurl an etiquette book at Edward, pour red ink over Blake and restrain Henry’s hands in duct tape, so he couldn’t climax.

When we reached the steps of Elder House, Henry invited me to Edward’s study for coffee. From the excited gleam in his eyes, I could tell he wanted a repeat performance. A petty retort formed on my tongue to tell him to wait until he’d turned eighteen, but I didn’t want to bring up my grievances again without a plan. Instead, I refused and walked through the reception hall and up the stairs.

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The next morning at first break, I returned to Elder House to find Charlotte and Patricia squealing over a huge package.