Oral Exam

by Tessa Rae

  He quirked a brow. “I didn’t know you had a sense of humor, Celeste.” He pulled the jacket off and tossed it to the floor.

  Only a few more layers of clothing, and he would be totally naked and at her mercy. A balloon swelled inside her chest, ready to burst with elation.

  Celeste narrowed her gaze, biting her lower lip and trailing her finger up her thigh, stopping just at the hem of her skirt. “There’s a lot about me you don’t know.”

  Leaning over, he twirled a lock of her hair in his fingers. “I’d like to learn more.”

  Feeling his fingers feather lightly across her ear, and she dropped her eyes, a soft moan escaped her lips. Just the hint of his skin brushing hers and her tits swelled against her shirt, demanding his hands caress them, too. Opening her eyes, she searched his blue depths. “You can ask me anything, Seth.”

  “Anything?”

  Licking her lips, she nodded.

  Seth’s lip twitched, and he pulled away from her, rubbing the faint trace of stubble on his chin. “What color underwear are you wearing?”

  “I’m not.” She hiked up her skirt higher, revealing a golden thatch of curls. Her swollen pussy dripped with desire as a cool draft caressed her exposed folds. “Christ,” he rasped, his jaw dropped, eyes glued to her pussy.

  Kicking off her heels, she pulled up her legs, caressing his thigh with her toes. “And you?”

  “Uh,” his voice faltered. “They’re white, I think.”

  She laughed. “You don’t know?”

  “Yeah.” He raked fingers through his hair. “I’m pretty sure they’re white.”

  “Now you’ve sparked my curiosity.” Going to her knees, Celeste straddled him, dipping her fingers into his pants and pulling out the white seam of his underwear.

  “Holy Christ.” He clenched his fists at his sides.

  “Yeah.” She ran one finger inside the seam. “They’re white.”

  He grasped both of her arms, then jerked back as if her skin was on fire. “Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this.”

  Her shoulders tensed, then relaxed. Keep in character, Celeste. You’ve almost hooked him. “Why not? We’re both adults.” She casually unzipped his pants.

  His eyes darted toward her hands. “You said you needed tutoring.”

  Celeste bent over, nibbling his earlobe before sending him a heated whisper. “I do. Desperately.”

  “Somehow,” he groaned, “I don’t think you’re talking about Emma.”

  She giggled. “Is that what we’re reading now?”

  “Yes,” he choked, his whole upper body rigid.

  “I hardly noticed. There’s only one thing on my mind when you’re teaching.” Her hand slid further down his underwear, until she found his hardened cock.

  Licking her lips, Celeste moaned in satisfaction. So hot and so huge. Plenty of penis for her tutoring sessions. She suddenly realized she was enjoying seducing her professor a little too much, as the growing hunger between her thighs sent waves of heat cascading through her body, turning her brain to mush. And she could only think of one thing—her mouth wrapped around Seth’s huge cock.

  “Oh, God,” he growled, his hands pushing up her skirt and squeezing her bare ass.

  Celeste gasped as the feel of his fingers digging into her flesh released a flood of heat in her core. She lowered her spread legs, grinding her pussy against his hard knee. Seth’s coarse hair meshed against her wet cunt, smearing her juices all over his knee. Celeste thought she would die from the teasing, wet friction.

  Exploring his penis with her fingers, she smeared his juicy pre-cum over the head of his cock. “Seth, I really need you to tutor me.”

  “You already seem to know what you’re doing,” he panted.

  She shook her head, her voice taking on a girly tone. “Not really.”

  “Well, so far you’re passing my test.”

  “Yeah, but I need help with the oral exam.” Pulling her hand to the surface, she looked at the juices his cock had dripped on her fingers. Clear and smooth. She tentatively rubbed the liquid along her lips.

  Hmmm. Just as Lisa said. This stuff doesn’t taste bad at all.

  He threw back his head, digging his nails into her ass. “Holy shit.”

  Did he have any idea how intoxicating his touch felt? When his fingers massaged her bare ass, her pussy lips parted with each upward stroke. She bit back a moan, wanting him inside her so badly it hurt.

  Focus on him, Celeste. Remember to master the man.

  “Are you okay?” She rested both hands on his shoulders. “You’re shaking.”

  “Let me get this straight.” His blue molten gaze found hers. “You want to suck my cock?”

  She shrugged. “That and some other stuff, but I want you to tell me if I’m doing it right.”

  “Okay.” He nodded like an eager schoolboy at the candy counter. “I can do that.”

  She pressed a finger into his firm chest. “And tell me what you like and what you don’t like. I want to keep trying until I pass the test.”

  He laughed, hands roving up her backside and finding the clasp on her bra. “I don’t know how long I can make the test last.” Unsnapping the hooks like a skilled seducer, Seth grasped at the front of her shirt, pulling the buttons free. “It might turn into a pop quiz.”

  Celeste let out a soft moan as he exposed her tits. She wanted so desperately for him to ravage her aching breasts. Again, she reminded herself to focus on his pleasure. “If you explode early, could we have more tutoring sessions?”

  Grasping her breasts, he squeezed before rolling her nipples between his fingers. “Hell yes.”

  A jolt of juices flooded her pussy the moment his hands made contact with her breasts, as if he’d found the switch that released the flood gate. Her pussy screamed for Seth’s cock to plug the dam.

  Focus on him, Celeste.

  Reluctantly, she slid off his lap. He arched his lower back while she pulled down his pants and underwear. His bare cock was exposed, the tip of the head glistening with clear liquid.

  Seth bent toward her, cradling her jaw with both hands and planting a tender kiss on her lips. “Move over for a second.”

  She obeyed, touching her tingling lips with her fingers, watching as he set pillows at his feet.

  He wants to protect my knees. My first two assholes wouldn’t have cared about that.

  “Okay. All clear.” He leaned back, one hand at his side, while he gently tugged her hand with the other.

  Keeping her gaze locked with his, she let him pull her between his legs.

  He smiled, gently stroking her cheek. “I’m all yours.”

  Placing both hands on his knees, Celeste surveyed her lover. His chest and abs had more hair than she was used to with guys her age, but the trail of black curls leading toward his flat, toned stomach was kind of sexy. The curls fanned out around his throbbing groin and down his muscular legs. Not the body she pictured would be underneath that suit. Not the body of a literature professor.

  She splayed her fingers across his legs, sliding them toward his groin. “Do you work out?”

  His muscles tightened and flexed beneath her. “You sound surprised.”

  “Yeah.” She bit her lower lip. “A little.”

  “I box.”

  “Oh.” She nodded. “That explains it.” That also explains why he came to class two weeks ago with a black eye.

  He laughed while stroking her arm. “You can’t expect me to read poetry all day.”

  “No, sorry.” Celeste felt stupid. She had just insulted this man, and she was about to give him a blowjob.

  “Don’t be sorry.” Cupping the back of her head, he nudged her toward his throbbing penis.

  Oh, I’m supposed to be sucking his cock. Duh. Lisa’s Law number nine. No small talk during the blowjob.

  She’d studied Lisa’s ten laws all night and this morning, but sitting here with his cock in her face was totally different than memorizing a computer screen. “Tell me what to
do.”

  He smiled, sinking deeper into the couch. “Maybe you could tease me a little.”

  “Tease you?”

  “Yeah, explore my shaft with your hands, cup my balls.”

  “Like this?” Celeste stroked one long finger up and down his rod, watching it flinch as she reached the tip.

  He grasped a tendril of her hair, twining it around his finger. “Maybe you could use your whole hand.”

  Celeste grabbed onto his cock and tugged.

  His body jerked, and he grabbed hold of her fingers. “Loosen your grip a bit,” he laughed. “It’s the only one I’ve got.”

  Celeste turned down her lips, mentally chastising herself for fucking up. When she felt his gentle touch beneath her chin, she looked up, finding tenderness in his eyes.

  “Celeste,” he whispered, “spit onto your hand, then gently stroke.”

  Lisa’s Law number three. Lots and lots of saliva. Celeste lathered her hand, then grabbed the tip of the shaft, slowly stroking in a downward motion, then back up. Using the pad of her thumb, she made slow circles along the crease between his head and shaft.

  “Oh, yes,” he groaned.

  Lisa was right about that sensitive spot. Leaning into him, she tentatively pressed feather kisses along his thighs, naval, and then along his cock while her hands continued to tenderly stroke his thick shaft.

  He exhaled a low growl, then breathed in sharply.

  Smiling, Celeste knew her hands and lips were mastering his penis. But what about her mouth, her tongue?

  She gingerly licked his shaft with each kiss.

  His groaning intensified.

  She spit into her hand once more, adding more moisture to his cock, while her kisses worked their way toward his sack. Spitting into her other hand, she cupped his balls, rolling them around in her hand, then transferring them to her mouth. Suckling one then the other, she stroked his shaft faster, and then began rubbing both balls in her face, smearing her saliva across her cheeks and down her neck.

  Without warning, he jerked both of her hands away, nudging her mouth from his sack.

  Panting, he swallowed. “That’s enough, my sweet. You’re going to make me explode.”

  Celeste smiled, then playfully batted her eyes. “Does that mean I’m doing a good job?”

  “Fantastic.” He caressed her chin and stroked her cheek before gliding his fingers across her lips and inserting one into her mouth. “Show me how you’ll suck my cock.”

  Closing her eyes, Celeste imagined Seth’s long, hard shaft was in her mouth. Lisa’s Law number eight, Suck him like he’s a delicious, euphoric popsicle. Sucking from tip to base, she remembered to tickle his finger with her tongue.

  “Open your eyes,” he commanded.

  He was within inches of her face, biting and licking his lips while she fucked his finger. He stroked her hair and scalp with his free hand, holding her locked in the depths of his fiery blue gaze. His hand slid down her back, then around to cup each breast. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.

  Celeste moaned in protest as his fingers pulled from her breasts. The tortuous tingling in her tits screamed for his firm hand.

  He licked his fingers and reached out, pinching one nipple, then the other. His cool spit on her nipples set her body on fire. He pinched them again, only harder, sending spirals of pain and pleasure through her tits and down to the dripping caverns of her pussy.

  She’d had enough. If she couldn’t have him in her pussy, she’d torture him with her mouth. Thrusting him against the couch with a fierce hunger, she latched onto his cock with swollen lips. Then sucked him down, deep, then deeper to the core of his cock. Her lips smacked against his shaft as she went up, then down again, while her tongue darted across his soft, sensitive skin.

  “Here it comes! Here it comes!”

  Squeezing his ass, she pushed his cock deeper into her throat. Celeste braced herself for the flood, swallowing each release as he jerked and throbbed in her mouth. She was only vaguely aware of his hands digging into her shoulders as his hips bucked against her.

  With tingling lips latched to the base of his cock, she held him deep, soothing his electrified flesh with her tongue. When she felt his hips relax, she slowly pulled off his shaft as she swallowed the last of his release.

  A groan died in his throat as he sank into the couch cushions. With a slight smile and glazed eyes, he stroked her hair and arms. “You were wonderful, Celeste. I give you an A plus, plus.”

  “Oh,” her voice faltered.

  “What’s wrong?”

  Celeste savored the salty taste in her mouth, rolling her tongue across her lips. She had so much fun, she didn’t want this to end. “Does that mean I don’t need any more tutoring?”

  “No.” He vigorously shook his head. “Absolutely not. We need to keep practicing to make sure you’ve got the hang of it. In fact, it’s been a while for me.” Pushing himself off the couch with flexing muscles, he came to his knees, level with Celeste. “I could use a little practice myself.”

  “You could?” Celeste’s pussy swelled with excruciating need in hopeful anticipation.

  Grabbing a handful of tissues off the table behind them, he wiped her face and neck, slowing to tenderly dab her swollen lips. “If you want, I’ll try to please you.”

  She shivered as his fingers glided across her arms and collarbone. “You’d do that for me?”

  “Of course.” Cupping each breast, he lightly kissed one nipple, then the other. “It would be rude not to return the favor.” Keeping one breast in each hand, he kneaded them slowly, adding firm pressure with the pads of his thumbs. Tracing a trail of kisses up her neck, he nibbled on her ear. “Would you like me to touch your pussy?” he whispered.

  “Yes, please,” she whined as her sensitive breasts ripened beneath his warm, calloused hands.

  Pulling one hand from her breast, he reached between her legs, stroking the lips of her cunt with his finger. “You’re so wet already.”

  “Oh, God,” she moaned into his body, biting down on a firm shoulder. His touch was driving her crazy. One finger traced lazy circles on the outer edges of her pussy, stopping just before that sensitive spot. She wanted more!

  “You like that?” he murmured. “Tell me what feels good.”

  “Okay.”

  “Do you like it when I stroke hard or soft?” He applied more pressure to her pussy-lips, sending warm spirals through her body. But something about the teasing gentleness of his touch was more exciting.

  “Soft,” she whispered.

  He bent toward her chest, suckling softly on one nipple, then the other, while continuing to stroke her swollen pussy lips. “Do you like it when I suck?” he asked between tender licks on her rock hard nipples, “or when I bite?” He tugged on each nipple with his teeth, stretching them slightly, then releasing.

  “Both,” she gasped.

  “Naughty girl,” he quipped, smacking her ass with his free hand.

  Celeste reeled at the sting from the smack, then moaned as the pain enhanced the tortuous sensation in her pussy.

  Tracing tiny kisses and bites across her breasts and nipples, he grabbed her hips and nudged her toward the couch. “Do you want my finger in you?”

  “Oh, yes,” Celeste pleaded as she obeyed his lead, lying on the couch with legs spread.

  He sat between her legs and slowly inserted his finger deep into her pussy. “Is one enough?”

  Her hips thrust into his finger, relishing in the sensation, only to feel her overwhelming desires were still not sated. “More,” she demanded.

  “Two?” he grinned, adding another finger, pushing them to the hilt of her quavering pussy, thrusting them in deep, short strokes. Then he circled the top of her clit with his thumb.

  “Yes.” She bucked against him when his thumb touched her swollen, slippery nub. The pleasure was so intense, so gratifying.

  He grabbed her hip with his free hand, stilling his fingers in her pussy. “Hold still, swe
etheart.”

  She bucked against him harder, her body demanding the return of his stroking fingers. “Please,” she practically screamed. She had lost control. The intense spiraling wave of painful pleasure was building quickly, and she couldn’t stop it from crashing all around her. “I’m going to come!”

  The assault of his fingers returned. Only he fucked her harder, faster. “Come to me, Baby.”

  She closed her eyes, channeling all of her focus into her mounting ecstasy. “Oh, God! Yes!” Grasping the sides of the couch, she spread her legs wider, welcoming the painful ecstasy. The throbbing flood overwhelmed her body. Her pussy shook with such force, such a satisfying intensity, the sensation spiraled to her toes. Her nub quavered against his thumb, as the wave of sensations from inside and outside her pussy collided into mind-blowing pleasure.

  A rolling moan escaped her lips, as several small tremors assaulted her pussy. She was lost. Gone. The orgasms washed over her, through her, robbing her mind and body of all control. She was at Seth’s mercy as he teased and flicked her bud, probing her dripping pussy with his large fingers. Her eyes flew open.

  Seth was bent over her, a wicked gleam sparkled in his eyes each time her pussy clenched and shook against his fingers. Celeste realized, for the first time, a man was enjoying her pleasure.

  A languid smile spreading across her face, she threw her hands to her brow, allowing her body to gradually recover, as the tempo of his fingers slowed to pulsating jerks against her swollen skin.

  “That didn’t take much.” He grinned.

  “Oh, it felt so good. I couldn’t hold it.” So this is what orgasms are supposed to feel like. Never had she experienced anything so surreal.

  “I’m glad you enjoyed it, but I can’t take all the credit.” Pulling his fingers free, Seth grabbed the box of tissues and wiped the juices from her pussy. “You were very wet from the start.”

  Celeste sighed. Her cunt instantly missed his fingers. She sat halfway, perched on both elbows, looking at his creased brow as he focused on drying her. “When can you tutor me again?”

  His sparkling blue gaze found hers, then softened. “Tomorrow, after class.”

  After class? That’s right. His class was tomorrow. “Yes, sir.” Celeste stood on wobbly legs, pulling down her skirt, which she forgot she was still wearing.