Oral Exam

by Tessa Rae

  Lifting her legs higher, she could feel her climax building.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” He demanded. “You’re not going to come yet.”

  She dropped her legs, whimpering in protest as he pulled away.

  Slowly pouring the rest of the wine in both glasses, Seth’s features darkened, his wicked eyes casting Celeste a sideways glance.

  Her heart leapt into her throat as she watched him peel the label from the bottle. Her pussy trembled in anticipation. “What are you going to do with that?”

  He didn’t answer, but she read his intention in the passionate fury of his eyes.

  Positioning himself between her spread legs again, Seth pressed firm fingers on her thighs, and forced her to open wider. His sharp look sending her a warning not to close her legs, he picked up the bottle and positioned the tip on the edge of her cunt. A deliberate smile stretched across his lips as he slid the tip of the bottle into her pussy, one agonizing second at a time, until the entire neck of the bottle was buried to the hilt.

  Her hands flew to her scalp as she tugged at her hair, tossing her head from side to side. The frigid glass of the bottle chilled and electrified every nerve in her pussy.

  Positioning the base of his thumb on her nub, he withdrew the bottle, then pushed it into her cunt again, this time harder. When his thumb gently stroked her nub, and he withdrew and shoved the bottle again, Celeste couldn’t help but buck her hips against each stroke.

  She tried to refrain herself, tried to still her gyrating hips, but her ravenous body betrayed her. “Please, Seth. Don’t stop.”

  Celeste practically screamed in frustration as he withdrew the bottle and his finger.

  “I told you, you’ll have to wait. Now, it’s your turn to tease me.” Grasping both of her arms, he laid back on the other end of the couch, pulling her with him. Seth flashed a wide grin, anticipation dancing in his eyes.

  Going to her knees, she hungrily eyed his large penis. The massive head was already dripping with juices. Celeste’s gaze roved up and down his long shaft, and she tentatively grasped the base with one hand. He let out a small groan, as his cock jerked against her palm. The head of his shaft slightly expanded, then released, as if it had a heartbeat of its own.

  Lisa’s law number eight: The penis is your friend. Listen to him.

  Leaning forward, she pressed a wet kiss on his head, using her tongue to trace a sloppy circle across the tip of his cock and the sensitive cleft just below the head. Spitting into her palm, she stroked his shaft with a smooth, slow tempo. Opening her wet kiss, until the tip of his shaft rested in her mouth, Celeste’s tongue continued to languidly lick his head.

  Listening to his ragged groans intensify, she knew she was mastering his penis. But she wanted to master the man.

  Her lips slowly devoured more cock, leading the way for her tongue to tease and explore his swollen flesh. Listen to the penis, Celeste. Listen.

  Ignoring the growing hunger in her dripping, throbbing cunt, Celeste focused all of her energy on Seth’s magnificent cock. Sucking, licking, stroking, she dripped slippery saliva onto his engorged shaft. She could almost hear the passionate hum of his satiny smooth skin, as if every inch of his penis was a living, thinking organism.

  “Oh, God, enough!” Seth roared, grasping her by the shoulders.

  She pulled up for air, innocently batting her eyes. “Was I doing it wrong?”

  “Wicked woman,” he panted, his head falling back onto the pillow. “Come here.” He patted his chest.

  Sliding up his body, Celeste was careful not to apply all of her weight on his groin. She sighed as strong arms circled her waist, then worked their way up her back, massaging and caressing her electrified skin.

  “You please me, Celeste.” He kissed her forehead. “You please me very much.”

  She smiled, knowing that by mastering Seth’s penis, she was mastering the man, too. “And you please me, Seth.” Her hungry pussy slowly gyrated against his leg, wanting more of his touch.

  “Are you on the pill, Celeste?” He breathed into her ear.

  Celeste’s heart raced, her gyrations against his leg taking on more urgency. Oh, God, please, Seth, put your cock in me. “I have the implant.”

  “Just as effective, I guess.” He kissed her eyebrow, her cheek.

  “Yes.” She could feel the juices of her pussy meshing with the coarse hairs on his leg as she rocked feverishly against him. Her lips found his, sucking, nibbling, until their tongues collided, fucking each other’s mouths with pure passion.

  She moaned when he broke the kiss.

  “Then there’s something I want to ask you.”

  “You don’t have to ask, Seth. I want you. I want you in me.” She rolled onto her side, dipping her fingers into her honey, stroking her tender flesh, readying herself for the invasion of his large cock.

  He came to his knees beside the couch, his heated gaze swept over her body, his jaw locked in a vice grip. He pulled her fingers out of her pussy, and in one fluid motion, grabbed her ankles and swept her to the edge of the cushion. “Open your legs wide,” he murmured while nibbling on a slender ankle before trailing kisses down to her nest of curls.

  Two large fingers pushed inside her swollen folds as his tongue swirled around her sensitive nub.

  Her hands flew to his, coarse, thick hair, digging into his scalp as he branded her flesh with his tongue.

  She moaned as her pussy throbbed and twitched, building toward that spiraling release. When his hands and mouth pulled free, she whimpered in protest.

  He slid his body up hers, his hard chest and abdomen brushing against the dripping caverns of her pussy. When heated blue eyes were level with hers, she could feel the tip of his cock at her entrance, probing, teasing.

  “Seth, please come in me,” she pleaded.

  Cupping her face, he pressed his lips to hers. She welcomed the invasion of his tongue, tasting the sweet juices of her pussy mixed with his saliva.

  His tongue gently stroked her bottom lip before he pulled away. Growling through clenched teeth, he gripped her ankles, spreading her legs wide for his invasion. Positioning his powerful body above hers, he thrust his cock deep into her slick entrance.

  She gasped at the fullness in her pussy, the stretching and expanding as his cock moved in deeper— bruising pain mixed with ecstasy. The friction of his massive cock tantalized every part of her swollen cunt. She moaned in pleasure as he finally reached the hilt of her cavern, the one spot that craved the pressure of Seth’s cock the most. Then she moaned in pain as Seth pressed further still. She looked between them to see about an inch of his cock was still exposed. Checking the heat in Seth’s narrowed eyes, she knew he wanted more of her pussy, to push his cock in all the way.

  His weight pressed her further into the cushions, as he held her thighs, pushing every inch of his hot shaft into her throbbing cunt. The bruising pain of his engorged rod battering her swollen walls was a tortuous pleasure she’d never felt before. He slid in and out in fast, powerful strokes, jarring her womb, reverberating painful vibrations of ecstasy throughout her body.

  Trailing kisses down her neck and nipping her ear, he pinched and stroked each nipple while he balanced his weight with his other hand.

  Each time his hand pulled away, her greedy tits screamed for Seth’s contact. One pinch, one squeeze was not enough. She arched her back, begging Seth to feast on her hungry flesh.

  He obliged by leaning down with each powerful thrust, feeding on one breast, then the other.

  Celeste thought she’d die when so many points of pleasure collided into mind-blowing ecstasy. Her release was building quickly, but not fast enough, as her head tossed from side to side, her nails digging into his forearms.

  “Harder! Faster!” she screamed.

  The torture was unbearable, yet she wanted more, more pleasurable pain before the throbbing need in her pussy drove her mad.

  Seth gave her every inch of his cock, grinding into her
pussy walls with brutal force, until the intense orgasm swept her into oblivion. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Celeste heard a woman scream.

  She felt the crushing weight of her lover’s body as he shuddered and groaned on top of her. His bulbous head pounded against her pussy walls, coating her womb with each throbbing release.

  She closed her eyes, letting her senses overpower her as her pussy shook in violent waves, tightening and contracting around Seth’s swollen cock. Digging her fingers into his ass, she pushed his cock in deeper, as tremors from the furthest part of her pussy smacked and quaked against his bulging head.

  For several minutes, the quakes would rise and fall. She arched her back, pressing the hilt of her cavern against his groin, savoring the fullness of the sensation while he sprawled on top of her, feasting on her sensitive nipples. Her coiled spine slowly unraveled as the waves soon became teasing twitches.

  Sitting back on his heels, Seth pulled her with him. She slid off the couch, still straddling his groin, as they caressed and explored each other’s bodies with their hands, their mouths.

  When her senses returned, Celeste thought her chest would burst with an overwhelming sense of gratitude toward this man who had given her so much pleasure. But there was something else, something she could feel pounding in the erratic beat of her heart. Somehow, she felt that making love to Seth was no longer practice for another. And although she hadn’t had much practice with men, she realized what they’d just experienced wasn’t something that could be taught or learned. Their passion went deeper, and for the first time she realized she was in danger of losing her heart to her professor.

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  “Tell me something, Celeste? You said you needed sexual tutoring, but do you don’t seem to need any help in my class.”

  Seth watched with satisfaction as she slipped long legs into a tight skirt. God, how he wanted to rip that skirt back off her. He glanced at his watch. And if he didn’t have a presentation on Regency etiquette in twenty minutes, he probably would.

  “Well.” She blushed. “No.”

  Celeste usually set the curve for all his exams. So why was she here seducing him, a man almost twice her age? For a brief moment, he let his mind indulge in the possibility.

  Could her attraction to me be real?

  The way her mouth and tongue practically worshipped his cock should have been evidence enough. And she seemed to thoroughly enjoy the orgasms he gave her. The twitching and contracting of her pussy walls certainly verified that fact. Seth didn’t want to allow himself to believe it. He didn’t want to risk getting his ego crushed again. She had to have another motive for seducing her professor, but what?

  His brow shot up. “Do you need help with another class?”

  She shrugged. “My philosophy grade isn’t too hot.” She slipped two perfectly rounded tits into a lacy bra.

  Seth’s clenching fingers fought the urge to pull her breasts back out, squeezing the nipples to tautness.

  “I’m afraid I can’t help you with philosophy.”

  “No.” Celeste pulled on a tight ivory top, the straps of her bra visible through sheer sleeves. “Maybe you could help me with my other A minus.”

  Seth suppressed a grin. She was worried about an A minus when half of his students could barely retain passing grades. “What’s your other A minus?”

  “Medieval literature.” Flipping open a cosmetic mirror, she combed her hair with her fingers.

  His gaze was lost in the cascading waves of blonde hair as it fell around her shoulders and down her back. “I can tutor you for your literature class. But why do you need to keep your grades so high? Is this for a master’s program?”

  “No,” she sighed. “My parents.”

  Unable to resist, he bridged the gap between them, grasping her silken locks, enjoying the smooth texture as it flowed through his calloused hands like running water. “They wouldn’t be happy with an A minus?” He inhaled the faint aroma of peaches mixed with the sweat of their passion. A paradox of innocence and experience, and he couldn’t get enough of her sweet seduction.

  A sardonic laugh died in her throat as her gaze drifted to his. “They wouldn’t be happy with anything less than perfection.”

  “You’re an adult now.” He cupped her jaw, needing to touch her smooth skin. “Don’t let them control you.”

  “Unfortunately.” Celeste’s jaw stiffened, her eyes turning cold. “They have all the money. They promised funds to jumpstart my career, but only if I make the grades.”

  “You must be under a lot of pressure.” Seth’s voice dropped.

  He knew what it was like to constantly strive to please someone, only to always fall short of her expectations. Nothing he did was good enough for his ex-wife. He wouldn’t be surprised if Celeste’s parents were the same way. Setting unbelievably high standards, and then when she achieved them, still complaining she could have done better.

  “I’m used to it.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s been this way my whole life.”

  He thought he caught a gleam of hatred burn through Celeste’s cold surface. What had her parents done to her?

  “I’m sorry.” He gently kissed her cheek.

  “It’s not your fault.” She exhaled deeply, shaking her limbs as if she was purging her body of some invisible, evil aura. “Anyway, I think I can raise my Medieval grade if I get an A plus on my term paper.”

  “Do you need help with that?” He knew somehow that helping her with her research paper was probably borderline cheating, but what the hell, he’d already violated several school rules with her sexually. Besides, he wanted to see her succeed. He wanted the satisfaction of knowing she could rub her accomplishment in her parents’ faces.

  Celeste smiled. “It’s almost finished. Maybe just a proof-read.”

  Wow! This girl is good.

  Four weeks left of school, and her term paper was near completion. But then again, he shouldn’t have been surprised. Knowing the effort she always put into his class was one of the reasons he was attracted to her.

  “I can do that.” He grinned. “Give it to me when you’re finished.”

  They both gasped at a sharp rap on the door.

  She clutched his arm. “Are you expecting anyone?”

  “No.” Seth balled his fists, hoping whoever it was would think he wasn’t in his office and go away.

  Another knock. Only this one was louder.

  “Just a minute,” Seth growled.

  “Shit,” Celeste hissed, letting go of his arm and scrambling for her backpack and shoes.

  “Don’t panic.” He surveyed the remnants of their lovemaking. Couch cushions were everywhere, an empty wine bottle and two toppled glasses were lying on the floor. “We’ll just clean this up.” He snatched pillows, shoving them back in place on the sofa.

  “Maybe I should hide,” she suggested while slipping a foot in each heel.

  “Go in my bathroom.” He picked up the bottle and glasses, handing them to her. “Here, take these with you.”

  The rapping turned to loud bangs. Celeste swore again, scrambling for the bathroom.

  Seth quickly smoothed his fingers over his clothes, trying his best to flatten any wrinkles while taking long strides toward the door.

  He opened just in time to see a campus security cop fumbling with a master set of keys.

  “Hey, Jordan, what’s up?” Luckily, Seth knew this cop from the gym. He’d even been in the practice ring with him a few times. Jordan would be cool—he hoped.

  Jordan puffed his chest while trying to peer around Seth’s shoulder. “I thought I heard screaming coming from your office.”

  “Screaming?” Seth scratched his head.

  “Yeah.” The cop folded his arms across his chest.

  “I was…just watching the boxing match on TV.” Seth pointed toward the small television set at the back of the room before mentally kicking himself in the ass. The damn thing was turned off.

  “Boxing?” Jordan’s eyes lit
up. “Hey, mind if I join you?”

  “Sorry, buddy.” In a grand sweep of his arm, Seth checked the time on his watch. “I’ve got a lecture in a few minutes.”

  “Damn. Well, I’ll let you get to it.” Jordan leaned in, pretending a feint to Seth’s left shoulder. “Sorry for bothering you.”

  “No problem. Thanks for checking.” He closed the door, having no patience to engage in a pretend boxing match.

  With a sigh of resignation, he realized Celeste had to leave before any more visitors came to his office. Besides, he did have the lecture. Hurrying to the bathroom, he called through the door. “All Clear.”

  Celeste came out, patting her shirt with a wet paper towel. “That was close.”

  “Yeah,” he mumbled, gaze glued to her chest. Her shirt fabric soaked in the water, making it nearly transparent. The scent of wine rose up from her chest. Had they spilled wine during lovemaking? He was so absorbed in the great sex he hadn’t noticed.

  Large green eyes searched his, a line marring her brow. “I don’t want to get you fired.”

  “You won’t.” He grasped her shoulders, planting a kiss on her forehead. “We’ll just have to be more careful. What are you doing this weekend?”

  “There’s this fraternity party…” She clamped her mouth shut, eyes shifting as if she was searching for the right words. “But I don’t have to go.” The corners of her lips turned up in a tender smile, while she reached out, trailing a hand up his chest.

  One touch and his skin was electrified, anticipating another chance to fuck his beautiful student. “I’ve got this cabin in the mountains. Very secluded. No interruptions, so we can continue our…tutoring sessions.”

  She broke into a wide grin, running her fingers down his biceps. “Sounds wonderful.”

  He pulled away and grabbed a pen and paper off his desk, hastily scribbling his cell number. Grasping her elbow, he guided her toward the door. He cracked it open, checking to see the hallway was empty.

  “Meet me there tomorrow night. It’s only about forty-five minutes out of town.” He slipped his number in her hand. “Call me when you’re heading out, and I’ll give you directions. You can’t always find it by GPS.”