Oral Exam

by Tessa Rae

How many days after will she want me? Will she want me when my grey hairs outnumber the black? Will she want me if I can’t give her children?

  He balled his fists, squeezing until nails broke skin, trying to repress the growing irritation at his morbid thoughts. Why was he always doing this to himself? Why couldn’t he just let the past go?

  “What’s wrong, Seth?” Celeste tugged on his ear.

  “Nothing,” he murmured. He couldn’t tell her of his turmoil. Not yet. He didn’t want to scare her away too soon.

  “Don’t tell me nothing’s wrong,” she scolded. “I want to know.”

  Grrrrrr.

  Jerking his head up, Seth looked into wide eyes. “Was that your stomach?”

  She bit her bottom lip, shifting under his weight.

  Grrrrrr.

  Seth’s gaze trailed to her growling midsection. “I think you’ve got a monster in there.” He touched her naval, and it bucked and quavered against him. “A monster that needs to be fed.”

  “I am hungry,” she sighed. “I was too excited to eat much this morning.”

  “Let’s get you fed. The chicken will only take a few minutes to reheat.” He stood and pulled her off the couch.

  Celeste scrunched her nose, pressing both thighs together, like a small child who was trying to repress the urge to pee.

  Too late.

  He watched the juices from their lovemaking run down her inner thighs.

  “Let me get you a towel.”

  “Hurry,” she pleaded, “before I puddle your floor.”

  Seth did a quick inventory of the room. His gaze caught his briefs on the other side of the sofa. Scooping up the underwear, he pressed the fabric between her legs. She lifted one long leg, resting it on a couch cushion, while bold eyes found his. She flashed a sultry smile, opening her cavern with slender fingers.

  Feeling the blood in his cock stir, he had to exercise all of his willpower to keep from throwing her back on the couch. She needed to eat.

  He shifted the underwear between her legs again. “You are a naughty little temptress.”

  Her mouth dropped. “You think I’m a temptress?”

  He laughed. “You act as if that’s hard to believe.”

  “No, it’s just…” Her voice faltered, then she burst out laughing.

  He cocked a brow. “Did I miss the punch line?”

  Grabbing the back of his neck with both hands, Celeste pulled his lips to hers for a bruising kiss. Pushing him away just as quickly, her wide eyes sparkled with mischief. “No, baby, you didn’t miss a thing. Now, where’s the shower? I think my stomach can wait a few more minutes.”

  Chapter Eight

  Lying between Seth’s spread legs, Celeste warmed herself by the fire as she sank into the soft fabric of the fleece robe he had lent her. Every so often, she reached across a firm thigh for her wine glass on the coffee table. Savoring the tangy juices, she settled back against her lover, cooing in delight while he stroked her scalp.

  After a long hot shower and a delicious meal, she hadn’t objected when he suggested they relax. She could think of no better place than snuggling with Seth. Too bad the weekend had to end, and they’d be back in class, she pretending to be the obedient student, he the ascetic professor.

  “You’re awfully quiet,” he murmured. “Care to share your thoughts?”

  Sighing, she smoothed her hands across his chest. “I don’t want this to end.”

  He planted a tender kiss on her head. “What to end?”

  “This moment.” She ran her fingers through his coarse chest hair. “Lying here with you.”

  “Well, it has to end—right now.” Grasping both of her elbows, he pushed her away.

  Celeste instantly missed his warmth, and her head felt a little light after downing three glasses of wine. “What do you mean?”

  A teasing brow shot up. “Did you bring a bathing suit?”

  “No,” her voice cracked as she recalled the tub on his deck.

  He couldn’t possibly. Not in this chill.

  He grinned, pulling them both off the couch at the same time. “You’ll have to do without.”

  “Where are you taking me?”

  “Outside. It should be hot by now. Here, put these on.”

  He handed her an oversized pair of navy blue slippers. They swallowed her feet and threatened to slip off as she followed him to the rear of the cabin. But when he opened the porch door and a rush of night air chilled her legs, she was grateful her soles had protection.

  Closing the door behind them, he pressed against her back, wrapping strong arms around her midsection. He pointed toward a crescent moon which seemed perfectly placed above the towering pines that gently sloped down the hillside toward the silvery lake.

  He released her, flipping on a switch beside them.

  Her gaze was drawn toward the blue light on the deck below. Beneath a canopy of trees, vapors from the bubbling glow of the tub pierced the midnight air, rising into the sky before they dissolved in darkness.

  Celeste’s chest filled with awe, and she had to exhale slowly while taking in the power of the night. “So, this is what poetry looks like.”

  Seth stepped in front of her. Cradling her jaw in both hands, he planted feather kisses on her brow, the line of her nose, then her lips. “Let me show you what it feels like.”

  Her sated core sprang to life as if triggered by the rich tone of his voice and the tingling warmth of his skin. Tender flesh quickly swelled to a painful level of need, while her ripened bud demandingly throbbed for more. She wanted to melt in a pool of lust, nipping and licking all the way down to his feet.

  With one fluid movement, he swept her into his arms and carried her toward the tub. After he sat her in a chair next to the Jacuzzi, she followed his lead, peeling away her robe and slippers. He grasped her hand and pulled her into the water.

  She gasped as the water’s heat burned her chilled flesh. She sank in only to the waist, not daring to torture her hardened nipples. But as his molten gaze bore into hers, he dipped his hands into the steaming liquid, then grasped both breasts and squeezed.

  Head rolling, she moaned as the bruising heat shot flames of desire through her sensitive peaks. Pulling against the jet’s currents, she gripped his shoulders and straddled her lover.

  “Please,” she pleaded.

  A wicked gleam darted in his eyes, as Seth dug his fingers into her inner thighs, wedging them apart until her pussy stretched and puckered.

  Propelling them both forward, he eased her through the water, toward the current of a powerful jet. As they inched closer, bubbles tickled and teased her clitoris, until the increasing pressure became almost unbearable.

  Nails digging into his chest, she tried to close her legs.

  His grip held tight. “Just relax, Sweetheart.”

  “It’s too much,” she pleaded.

  He nibbled on her earlobe. “Just let go.” His voice was warmer than wine as he massaged circles into her inner thighs.

  Barely able to breathe, she choked back a scream as she surrendered to the mounting pleasure of the jet’s stream. Her mind and body were reeling. How long could she withstand such tortuous pleasure? If he didn’t release her soon, certainly she would die from too much sex.

  Yet the torture continued, building, building, the pressure too great for her to withstand the powerful climax that must follow. Moaning, she threw back her head, exposing her neck to Seth’s hungry kisses.

  “Let it take you,” he coaxed. One hand deftly moved up, until a finger drew slow circles around her anus.

  His intimate touch was enough to send her crashing. The flesh of her swollen clitoris pounded against the water’s current, wrenching and draining her body of all energy. Lifeless, she slumped onto Seth’s chest while the crest of her climax possessed her.

  His finger darted in and out her anus while keeping rhythm with her throbbing cunt. Her relaxed arms draped around his shoulders as she cried for him to release her, but he held he
r over the jet as orgasm swept over orgasm, and she couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended.

  Surely, she was dead now. She had to be. No woman could withstand such agonizing ecstasy.

  He eased her away from the current while slowly pulling his finger from her anus. Cradling her in his embrace, he moved toward the other side of the tub. For many moments little electrified shocks shook her pussy’s core.

  He stroked her back while brushing kisses across her forehead. “How was that?”

  She laughed, startled that she had the strength. “You are a wicked man, Seth Hamilton.”

  His rich, deep laugh coated her like honey as she felt some of her strength returning.

  Sighing, she nestled her cheek against his slick chest. “I’ve had enough orgasms today to last me a lifetime.”

  He stiffened. “Don’t say that.”

  She sat up, meeting his gaze. “It’s true.”

  The lines on his brow drew into a frown. “A woman can never have enough orgasms.”

  She playfully slapped his chest. “Now you sound like Lisa.”

  “Who’s she?” Smiling, he ran warm fingers up and down her arms.

  “Just a friend.”

  Celeste’s skin tingled from his touch. But something else made her flesh crawl and her stomach uneasy. Just the mention of Lisa’s name and a sense of guilt washed over her. Lisa was the one who’d talked her into seducing Seth.

  The one who’d talked her into using Seth.

  More than anything, she wanted a relationship with this man. But initially, she’d baited him just for the experience. Just so she could train for another. Her chest felt ready to burst at the guilt from this unspoken secret. But if she told him, would he understand? Was confessing worth risking the relationship they had just begun?

  Don’t tell him, Celeste. You can’t lose him.

  “You’re distracted again.”

  “I’m sorry.” Snuggling against his perfectly toned muscles, she ran her fingers over his wet chest.

  “Tired?” His fingers lazily stroked her jawbone.

  “It’s been a long day,” she exhaled.

  “Maybe we should call it a night.”

  “No.” She shot up, meeting a concerned gaze. “I want to please you, too.”

  Squeezing her arm, he smiled. “You do please me, Celeste.”

  “Well then, I want to please him.” Looking down, she pointed in the direction of his cock, which was shrouded by the bubbling water.

  He broke into a wide grin. “Let me get my robe.”

  With bulging biceps, he pulled himself out of the tub and draped the robe around his shoulders. Sliding his legs back into the water, he sat at the edge of the tub. “Are you sure you’re up to this?”

  Batting her eyes, she ran her tongue over her top lip. “Are you?”

  He pulled aside one flap of his robe, revealing his glistening cock standing at attention. He quickly closed the robe, shrouding his erection from the cold night air.

  “I’m always up to more tutoring sessions.”

  Celeste repressed a grimace. She didn’t want to think of pleasuring Seth as tutoring anymore. She wanted to learn how to better please him.

  Pushing that thought to the forefront of her mind, she focused on just that. Pleasing Seth—mastering his penis, so she could master him.

  Grasping his firm thighs, she pulled herself up on her knees. The cool night air shocked her wet nipples, sending currents of pain and pleasure rippling across her body. “O-mi-god!” she cried.

  “Let me warm them,” Seth grinned.

  Large hands cradled both breasts, and she moaned while sinking deeper into his therapeutic touch. Her forward motion pulled her closer toward his midsection. Celeste knew she had an even bigger challenge tonight. His shaft would probably shrink once she exposed it to the cold weather, so she had to shield it with her mouth, which left no time for teasing.

  Maybe I can tease him in other ways.

  Lifting open the flap of his robe, she was pleased to see him still hard. Bending over, she took him in one swallow, pushing the head of his cock toward the base of her throat. The taste of chlorine on his shaft was barely noticeable as she focused all of her energy on loving Seth’s penis. Cupping each tight ball with her hands, she kneaded them, hoping they’d warm from the friction.

  She worked in short, quick strokes, careful not to expose too much skin. Lips relaxed, she gently sucked his tingling cock, hoping her delicate strokes would tease him into submission. His balls had dropped slightly, their stiffness easing with each caress.

  The way he groaned and mercilessly squeezed her breasts was proof enough that her blowjob was working. Mastering his penis was also torturing her hungry cunt. Celeste could hardly believe that after so many powerful orgasms, she’d want more, but the more she sucked, the stronger her own desire.

  Focus on him, Celeste.

  Keeping his entire cock warm and teasing his shaft with her tongue was a difficult maneuver. Still, she managed languid licks toward the base and middle of his shaft.

  She noticed his groaning intensified as she thrust deeper. Her tongue didn’t seem to work as well in that position, but as she felt his head push at the back of his throat, she knew his pleasure was mounting.

  “Steady, Honey.” He pulled her away before throwing off the robe and sinking into the water. “I was about to explode in your mouth.”

  “Isn’t that what you wanted?” She thought by his groans, he was enjoying the blowjob.

  “I still have a point to prove.” Grabbing both elbows, he pulled her on top of him.

  “Which is?” Her fingers traced his collarbone before she wrapped her arms around his neck.

  He flashed a wicked smile. “A woman can never have enough orgasms.”

  Deft fingers pulled and flicked her swollen bud before plunging into the depths of her pussy, fucking her hard and without mercy. His other hand found her anus, and he circled her swollen hole before probing with his finger. Soon, he was finger fucking both holes, occasionally stopping to flick and stroke the swollen lips of her cunt.

  Celeste felt her orgasm mounting, but when he pulled his fingers free, she groaned, frustration welling as he left her unfulfilled.

  “I think you’ve had enough.” He taunted her with a devilish grin.

  “Please don’t stop,” she pleaded.

  He shook his head. “You’re too impatient.”

  How could he do this? She was so close to coming, and the void in her pussy screamed and ached to be filled.

  “I’ll show you impatient,” she growled. Teeth clamping down on his shoulder, she pushed her cunt onto his cock, slamming down in fierce frustration. Her orgasm wouldn’t wait. She could feel the spiraling climax building past the point of control.

  “Okay, but you asked for it.” His hips raised and lowered, matching her thrusts, until he was buried into the far depths of her cunt.

  Celeste felt the warm release of his throbbing cock just seconds before her own orgasm. She cried out in painful pleasure as her pussy walls shook and squeezed on his hard cock with each wave of ecstasy. The tremors from this orgasm were even more intense, lasting several minutes before she was able to catch her breath.

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  Seth ran his fingers through Celeste’s soaked hair. The strands glistening in the moonlight made her look even more like an angel.

  His angel.

  He didn’t want this weekend to end—not knowing how he could continue this charade for the rest of the semester. How could he face her in class again after the intimacy they’d shared? The sex in his office was wonderful. But being with her tonight was different. He feared inviting her to his cabin was a bad idea, but he couldn’t resist. And now he cursed his foolish heart for falling in love again.

  “You were awesome,” she purred into his ear.

  “Good. I want to please you.” The words were said before he could take them back. But pleasing her was important. He couldn’t fail again. Not
with Celeste. Her opinion meant more to him than anyone’s.

  “Seth?” She whispered, before burying her head in his chest.

  “Yes.”

  She nuzzled his neck. “I’ve only had sex with two guys.”

  He laughed. Why would she think that’s important? “I don’t care who you’ve had sex with.”

  “I know. It’s just, they never cared about pleasing me as much as you.”

  He shook his head. Probably because she’s only been with college boys. “That’s a shame.”

  Her gaze sought his, as she stroked the back of his neck. “Why do you care about pleasing me?”

  Smiling, Seth cupped her cheek. “Just as it’s important for a woman to keep her man satisfied, so a man must please his woman.”

  Her mouth gaped. “I can’t believe a man like you is single.”

  A jolt shot through his chest, and he felt his limbs and neck tense. Thinking about Katherine only brought back memories he’d rather forget.

  A long silence stood between them before he was aware of Celeste scooting away. Pulling her back into his embrace, he was determined not to let his past ruin tonight. She should know the truth, especially if there was any hope of a future. “I was married once.”

  “What happened?” Smooth fingers caressed his jaw.

  Clearing his throat, he had to struggle before finding the words. “She left me for a man who could please her.”

  Celeste’s jaw dropped and she shook her head. “I can’t believe it.”

  He shrugged, trying to keep the emotion out of his voice. “After five miscarriages, I was too afraid to lose another child. She wanted to keep trying, but I buried myself in books.”

  She squeezed his hand. “It must have been so hard for you.”

  “The last time she carried for six months. We thought for sure our baby girl would make it.” The words came freely now, but he had no idea how he was able to continue. He had not spoken of Baby Maggie since her death.

  “A girl?” A single tear slid down her cheek.

  “Yeah.” His voice cracked. “We named her after my mother.”

  “I’m so sorry.” She tenderly kissed his forehead. “I couldn’t imagine losing five babies.”