Oral Exam

by Tessa Rae

  Seth continued to stir the food for several more minutes. Flipping a knob on the stovetop, the flames died on the gas burner. He picked up a spoonful of what looked like chicken and blew on the steaming meat, cupping underneath the spoon with one hand.

  Walking around the stove, he continued to cool the food. He straddled one of Celeste’s legs, holding the spoon above her mouth.

  She took the huge mouthful he offered, but felt the juices drip down her chin.

  He caught the liquid with one finger. Setting the spoon on the counter, he leveled the red liquid on his finger, gaze intently boring into hers.

  The chicken tasted like it was mixed with tomato and garlic, maybe some cheese. Not much of a cook herself, she couldn’t name all of the ingredients in Seth’s recipe, but the warm, spicy flavors were heavenly.

  She swallowed as he inched closer. The height of the barstool allowed him to straddle her with the top of his hard thigh grinding against her pussy. He pushed his finger past her lips, his eyes tracing the trail of tomato juice as it flowed into her open mouth.

  She moaned as he buried one thick finger all the way in her mouth, teasing her tongue with circular strokes. His thigh rubbed faster against her pussy, the friction of her cotton panties grinding into her clit sent instant heat to her core, releasing a wave of liquid.

  Finding herself hungry for something else besides food, Celeste’s hands flew to his groin. Underneath the rough texture of his tight denim jeans, she could feel his hard bulge screaming for her touch, begging to be released from its confining zipper.

  Urgent fingers fumbled past his belt buckle and quickly released the zipper. She pulled his pants and tight white briefs down with fevered haste. When his large cock sprung to life, she could almost hear the hum of desire vibrating from its swollen flesh.

  Preparing his cock for a slick entrance, her hungry mouth salivated. Moaning in ecstatic madness, she grasped onto his tight ass. Digging her nails into his flesh, she pulled his hips forward, driving his entire cock into her throat.

  But she wanted more.

  Her tongue had to explore every inch of his smooth, rock hard rod. With the head tickling her tonsils, her tongue ran frantic circles around his foreskin, pulling up slowly, so she could taste all of Seth. Through her own frenzied moans, she could hear her lover’s gasps and growls as his ass tightened and flexed beneath her fingers. He stroked her hair, then dug fingers into her scalp when she ran her tongue over his most sensitive cleft.

  Pulling away, she gasped for air, filling her nostrils and lungs with the scent of lust and spices. Releasing his ass, she spit into both hands, cupping his balls, stroking them, kneading them with dripping fingers. She positioned her mouth above his cock again, and broke into a satisfied smile as her gaze found the pleading desire in his molten blue gaze.

  He stroked her cheek and tilted her chin, pressing the tip of his erection against her lips. She opened firm lips and slowly devoured his shaft, tasting and licking his humming flesh along the way.

  The wine she had drunk earlier made her feel lightheaded, and she swayed slightly on her stool. Her lips momentarily released the hold on his cock, and as she struggled to regain her balance, her mouth smacked and slurped up his shaft.

  “Oh, God!” Seth groaned, his fingers tightened on her scalp.

  I guess he liked it.

  She remembered the suctioning noises Lisa made when blowing the popsicle. She tried again, sucking, then releasing her lips, slurping up and down his rod in erratic rhythm. Her hands smothered and stroked his heavy balls, rubbing them upwards when she buried his cock in her throat.

  He answered by pumping in and out of her throat, groaning, panting.

  She matched his thrusts, slurping and teasing his flesh with her tongue. Sliding one slippery hand up his balls, Celeste grabbed onto his shaft, stroking her wet popsicle. Following her hand with swollen lips, she buried him in her mouth again and again.

  “Here it comes!” Seth growled.

  Celeste grabbed his ass again, shoving his jerking cock deeper, swallowing each wave of juices as they flowed down the back of her throat.

  His hips bumped and jerked against her, as he threw his head back, groaning at the ceiling.

  She held him in her mouth, darting her tongue in teasing little licks. Lifting her gaze, she could only see his hard heaving chest below a raised jaw.

  Grabbing her by the shoulders, he pulled out, dropping his glazed gaze over to hers. “That’s enough, Baby. You’re going to kill me.”

  Enjoying the salty-sweet taste of Seth’s release, she wanted more of him, and didn’t know if one weekend would fulfill her desires. She batted her eyes, swallowing back the last of his juices. “Did you like the sucky thing?”

  Cupping her chin, he tenderly kissed her cheek. “No,” he laughed, eyes dancing with mischief. “I loved it.”

  She adored the sound of Seth’s laughter. The deep bellow coated her body like a cozy blanket. She could get used to his laugh. She could get used to him.

  Don’t go there, Celeste. He’s your teacher, your mentor, that’s it.

  Shifting in her seat, Celeste was painfully aware that sucking him only intensified her needs.

  As if he could read her mind, or maybe her body language, he reached beneath her naval and unfastened the zipper. “Do you want me to please you?” he whispered while nibbling on her ear.

  “Oh, yes, please,” she moaned.

  “Do you want me to touch and kiss you, or do you want me to fuck you?”

  She looked at his rod, still hard, still ready for fucking. “He won’t go down?” she asked, pointing to his rock hard shaft.

  He smiled, running his fingers through her hair. “Not with a beautiful woman staring at him.” His eyes pierced her with hardened intensity. “Take off your clothes,” he commanded.

  Celeste obeyed, jumping out of her seat and hastily stripping. She needed his fullness so badly. She didn’t want the teasing torture of his fingers or his mouth on her cunt. She was so agonizingly horny, only his big hard cock buried in her pussy would satisfy.

  He led her towards the living room and sat in an overstuffed chair, his large rod standing erect and ready to please. Gripping her hand, he pulled her to him, until she straddled his firm thighs.

  Planting his hands around her waist, he hoisted her above his shaft. She clutched one strong shoulder and used the other hand to guide his cock into her dripping pussy. She slammed down on him, moaning in satisfaction when his full length was buried in her cunt, bumping and bruising her tender walls. But she didn’t care about the pain. Her pussy cried for more. More pain, more pleasure.

  Panting and screaming, she fucked him while his hands gripped her waist. Her swollen pussy walls screamed for release, as she fucked him harder, faster. The painful ecstasy climbed higher, and higher, until the orgasm shook her with violent tremors.

  She screamed in blissful agony as her body rolled and twitched with each pulsating wave. The orgasm possessed her, controlled her, shaking her core with such strength, that her mind and body could do nothing but surrender to its power.

  As twitches still rocked her pussy, she fell limp onto his hard chest.

  He wrapped his arms around her back, stroking her while murmuring into her ear. “You okay, Sweetheart?” He wiped the sweat from her brow, kissing her forehead.

  Only then did she realize her chest was heaving.

  She looked into his soft gaze through heavy lids. “What happened?”

  “I think you just broke the world record for multiple orgasms,” he laughed.

  She sighed, her weary head falling against his collarbone. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

  “Me neither.” He kissed her again.

  Celeste’s brain was foggy.

  Did he just say ‘Me neither’? What did he mean by that?

  Clutching her waist, he slowly lifted her dripping cunt off his cock.

  She was amazed to see his rod was still hard.
/>   Was it made of iron?

  Fighting back a yawn, she rubbed her eyes, dazed as he cradled her in his arms and set her on a nearby sofa.

  “Don’t put me here,” she pleaded. “I’m so wet.”

  “It’s okay.” He brushed a damp tendril of hair off her forehead. “You’ll be on a blanket. I think you could use a nap.”

  “A nap?” She hadn’t napped in ages. Too much studying. Too much noise in the sorority house. Too many painful memories keeping her awake. But her lids felt so heavy, and her body so—sated.

  He laid her down, enveloping her in a soft, cozy blanket.

  Ooooh. So nice.

  Opening her legs, he wiped her with a damp towel and then tucked the blanket around her.

  Celeste sighed as the soft fabric caressed her sensitive skin, and she sank into pillowy cushions. The heat from the fire permeated the blanket and soothed her senses. She felt warm, secure, and oh so satisfied.

  When she felt his weight shift off the couch, her slitted eyes sought him. He was putting more logs in the fire, lean muscles flexing and bulging as he worked. Smiling, she closed her eyes. She could definitely get used to Seth.

  Chapter Seven

  Seth sat by the warm fire, wearing nothing but a flannel robe while he watched Celeste sleep. Curled into a fetal position, her blonde halo fell around her shoulders and spilled over the edge of the sofa. Long, pale lashes fanned almost to her cheekbones, and her pouty lips were slightly parted while she drew gentle breaths. She looked like an angel.

  Almost.

  But this girl was certainly no innocent. She had boldly seduced him, and like a fool, he had willingly relented.

  Placing his head in his hands, he groaned, thinking about his current situation. He was fucking a girl fifteen years his junior. He could lose his job, possibly destroy his career. Not to mention his heart. Remembering how his marriage had ended, catching his wife in bed with another man, he’d sworn off relationships. Too bitter, too painful.

  Was he insane?

  Probably. But he had no willpower when it came to Celeste. And making love to her was different than with any other woman. He felt connected, and not just physically.

  What if this time things could be different? He tried to convince himself he wasn’t to blame for Katherine’s infidelity. Just like he wasn’t to blame for the miscarriages. Some women weren’t made to bear children.

  Or maybe…

  No, don’t go there, Seth. Even the doctors said it wasn’t your fault.

  “Seth? How long was I asleep?”

  His gaze caught her lethargic smile, as she raised her arms above her head in a catlike stretch. She’d kicked off her blankets, revealing two perfectly sized breasts, a small waist, a beautiful thatch of blonde curls, and two long lean legs. She was a goddess.

  His goddess.

  But he still couldn’t understand her motivation. Was she just looking for a sexual mentor, so she could move on when she had enough experience? Or was she genuinely attracted to him? They did have a love of literature in common. As an engineer, Katherine didn’t understand Seth’s passion for books. But Celeste was different.

  Keep telling yourself that, Seth. Maybe you’ll believe it.

  “Seth?”

  He caught Celeste’s questioning gaze, realizing that his mind had been drifting again.

  “Sorry.” Rising from his chair, he felt the urge to be closer to her. He sat at the edge of the couch, shifting her calves on top of his lap. “You’ve been sleeping for over an hour.”

  A hand flew to her mouth as she shot up. “An hour? Oh, no. I’m sorry.”

  “Why are you sorry?” He smiled, gently rubbing the knotted muscles in her legs with the pads of his fingers.

  “Ooohh.” She threw her head back, moaning. “That feels good.” She tilted her chin forward, and her warm gaze found his. “But I didn’t come here to sleep.”

  His cock hardened. The one eye in his shaft must have seen her provocative eyes through his boxers. “Why did you come here?”

  “To…to.” Biting her bottom lip, she batted her eyes, crimson flames coloring her cheeks.

  Was she embarrassed? His little temptress was quite a paradox. First she seduced him, then she played the innocent. Sliding his fingers up her thighs, he decided to jar her memory. “For help with the oral exam?”

  She licked her top lip. “That’s part of it.”

  “To have sex?” Lifting one of her legs behind him, he leaned over and skimmed a finger around the lips of her swollen cunt.

  “Yes,” she gasped, “that too.”

  “Was there a third reason?” He licked a finger, then parted her pussy lips with the other hand. He stroked her core from bottom to top, then back again.

  Her core responded by releasing a wave of juices. “Why are you asking me this?” She moaned, falling back while spreading her legs wider.

  Hastily removing his robe, he came to his knees. Placing his hands above her shoulders, his body was within inches of hers. His swollen cock nudged her slick entrance. He wanted so badly to slide into her, to fuck her beautiful body until they were both screaming with pleasure, but he had to know the truth. He couldn’t keep suppressing these growing feelings, while not knowing if she felt the same way.

  “Why are you here, Celeste?”

  “I don’t know why I’m here.” She looked at him with wide, pale eyes. “Honestly. I thought I just wanted to learn about sex.”

  “You’re a beautiful girl. You could have found any man to teach you.”

  “But I wanted you to teach me.” She skimmed her hand across his cheek.

  He was almost undone by the heat of her gentle caress, by the honesty he read in her eyes. “What happens when you’ve learned everything?”

  She shook her head, her fingers trailing through the hair on his chest, his naval. “I don’t think what we do can be taught.”

  His heart skipped, as a lump rose in his throat. Does she feel it, too? “Why?”

  Her soft hands traced a line up his back. “The feelings I get when we’re making love. I don’t think I can recreate those. I can feel your pleasure, almost like I’m part of you. Am I crazy?”

  “No,” He breathed, feeling a weight lift from his chest, and a sense of euphoria electrify his entire body. Like he was some lovesick pup, and she was his first ever. She is your first, Seth. You’ve never felt this way for another. “You’re not crazy.”

  “Maybe.” She bit her bottom lip. “It was the heat of the moment.”

  He knew what they felt was more than that, but he wasn’t about to contradict her. He pressed his body to hers. His cock breached her outer walls, sliding in barely an inch. Quirking a brow, he licked one pebbled nipple, then another. “Perhaps we should try again and find out.”

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  “Oh, yes!” Celeste moaned in delight as Seth finally pushed all the way inside her.

  Spreading her legs wider, she raised her hips toward her chest, allowing his large cock maximum penetration. She winced as he accepted her invitation, sliding in his entire length until she felt her body would burst with his fullness.

  Tossing her head from side to side, she screamed while he pounded her with deep, pulsating strokes. She felt her orgasm quickly build with the relentless pressure of his length buried and bumping against her sensitive flesh.

  She instinctively lifted her ankles until they were well past her head and could tell by his groans that her move had pleased him.

  Grasping both of her wrists, Seth pushed her further into the couch cushions, burying his cock into depths she didn’t think possible. He pressed his weight against her, biting her neck and ear.

  She was about to explode, and she could tell by the way the way veins strained in his neck and jaw, he was going to cum with her. Her hungry mouth found his, and their tongues collided in face fucking passion when the power of orgasm shook her core. Her hips raised and flexed as each wave of ecstasy swept her.

  He groaned and grunted int
o her mouth, biting her lip in between each jerky thrust of his hips. She dug her fingers into his ass, massaging his flexing muscles, as his warm juices flood her channel.

  Celeste smiled in satisfaction, as teasing twitches tickled her pussy walls. His cock still buried deep inside, Seth’s weight pressed into her while he breathed hard against her shoulder. Even though he was heavy, and she was sweating from the heat of their passion, she didn’t want him to move. She liked Seth right where he was.

  Holding her. Loving her.

  Ever since she woke up and caught him sitting across from her, wearing nothing but a flannel robe, she wanted his cock. She threw off her blanket, stretching her body and spreading her legs, hoping that would entice him.

  Her plan worked. He was at the couch in a heartbeat. First, he rubbed her legs, sending shivers of heat racing through her body.

  But she could feel the warmth of his lust, and knew he wanted her just as badly. She also sensed something was holding him back, and knew he had been thinking about their relationship while she slept. How had she known him so well when they’d been intimate for just a few days?

  But after his line of questioning, she was sure he wanted more from her than just sex. And for some reason, she wasn’t afraid to give herself to this man. She wasn’t afraid to let go of her past. And she knew now that she definitely didn’t want to use Seth as practice for What’s-His-Face. No, she just wanted Seth.

  Stroking his thick hair, she pressed a light kiss on his temple and sighed again, basking in his warmth. Her heart had found a home, and she wasn’t going to let this man go.

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  Seth laid on top of Celeste for what seemed an eternity. He groaned as she ran her fingers through his hair and rubbed his scalp and temples.

  I could get used to this.

  Skimming his coarse fingers up and down her thighs, he enjoyed the smooth texture of her skin. He knew by now he was becoming too heavy for her, but when he tried to pull away, she grabbed him by the hair, pushing his body back on hers. He inwardly smiled. She wanted him. Not just for sex, but after sex, too.

  Disturbing thoughts marred his brow.