Page 80 of Unfolding Ethan

"Ethan. . ." I muttered, his hand inching closer to the center where I wanted him.

He seemed like he was listening to the principal until he brushed his fingers to my clit, making me squeeze my backpack taking a sharp breath.

"What, Kiara?" He turned, smiling innocently as he squeezed my inner thigh, teasing me. But the look in his eyes was far from innocent.

I gulped nervously. "What if someone's watching?"

Ethan looked over my shoulder and noticed a scrawny guy who might have been sophomore sleeping soundly.

"No one is looking."

I bit my lip when I felt his thumb flick my little bundle of nerves.

"Unless you want me to stop?" he asked, taking his hand away and raising his brow at me.

I put his hand back in place and glared at him. "Don't you dare stop now."

He chuckled under his breath and pecked my jaw, leaning away as his hand went back to town, making me spread my legs a little bit more. The auditorium turned pitch-black when the speakers blared with some music and a slideshow about pregnancy started.

"Holyshit," I cursed under my breath when I felt the tips of his fingers teasing my nether lips. I gripped my backpack tightly and took a sharp breath when I felt his digit slip inside me.

I looked up to see Ethan, who was watching the slideshow, but his attention was toward my dripping core because a faint smirk tugged his lips. I closed my eyes when he added another finger, stretching my walls and slowly, started fucking me with them.

I plastered my back to the chair, squeezing my backpack, and closed my eyes. I bit my lip and tried not to moan even though no one could listen to me because of the slideshow and high instrumental music. Feeling the familiar coil in my abdomen, I braced myself for the orgasm when he increased his pace and continued to tease my clit.

As the crescendo of the music neared, I knew my orgasm was close. I was already on the edge and I could feel him staring at me with dark flecks in his eyes.

Ethan suddenly moved his hand away and I whimpered at the loss of his touch and the nearing orgasm. "Why would you do that?" I felt like I would have cried but seeing him suck my juices from his fingers turned me on more so than ever.

"Not here.” He took my hand and stood up, glancing at the dark stage. “Come on.”

My knees wobbled when I tried to stand and follow him, but his hold was firm on my hand when we snuck out of the hall.

"Ethan, where are we going?" I asked.

He gave me a mischievous smile over his shoulder, the kind that made me want to fall on my knees and worship him. "Somewhere that no one can disturb us."

I grinned knowingly. "I know just the place."

"Are you sure?" he asked warily when we entered the second floor girls' washroom because it was in the corner without any surveillance cameras in the hallway.

"Absolutely."

"Can't say it's my first time in a girls' washroom," he muttered, looking around.

My eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

Ethan grinned sheepishly, pink blooming in his cheeks and neck. "Well, Rio dared me to write something in a girls' cubicle last year."

His eyes went wide at the look on my face. He stammered, "Nonono! It's not what you think. It was a stupid dare and I did it after school. All I wrote was 'Do you want to eat cookie dough together?' I swear. Scout’s honor." He raised two fingers in the air.

I chuckled softly, raising his ring finger too. “You’re a sweetheart.”

His face reddened. "Yeah. But enough of this, I want to kiss you."

His voice lowered an octave and I could feel my sex ache with need when he stepped closer, nuzzling his nose in my neck.How he went from sweet, adorable to this sexy, charming man was beyond my imagination.

All I could manage to whisper was 'kiss me' before our lips, tongues, and teeth tangled in a scorching kiss. We stumbled into the last cubicle, closing the door shut.

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