Oral Exam (3 page)

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, sweetheart.”

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.

He shook the wrinkles off her shirt, handing it to her along with her lacy bra. Finding his own clothes scattered on the floor, the professor began to dress.

A sense of uneasiness crept over her as she hastily dressed. Her mind was so muddled, Celeste couldn’t think why, but she had to get out of his office as soon as possible.

Had the temptress left her?
Sure, get what you want, temptress, then leave me to deal with the awkward goodbyes.

Eyes downcast, Celeste’s shaking fingers struggled with the bottom button.

“Here, let me.” He grasped her shirt, easing the last button into its hole.

Celeste kept her eyes focused on his large hands, unable to look into his face until he cupped her chin and lifted her gaze to his.

The corners of his mouth turned into a slight smile, and he bent down, brushing his lips softly against hers. “Thank you, Celeste. You don’t know what this meant to me.”

Chapter Three

Celeste's legs wobbled like jelly as she turned the corner toward her English novel class.
What was I thinking? How can I sit through his class for four more weeks pretending like nothing happened?

Slowly opening the door, Celeste breathed a sigh of relief when she didn't see him at his desk. A rock hardened in her gut when a sudden thought struck her.
Maybe he doesn't want to face me, either.

Setting down her books at her usual spot—front row, closest to his podium, Celeste hesitated, then eyed the back of the room.
I don't know if I can sit this close to him.

Memories of their encounter brought back a rush to her senses, the warm taste of his musk as she bit into his chest, the painful pleasure as he rolled her nipples between his teeth, the sweet bitterness of his cum sliding down the back of her throat. Images she did not want to recall with the man of her lust standing inches away.

And what would Seth think if he saw her there, biting her lip, or rubbing her thighs together to temper the growing hunger in her pussy? Would her reaction to his presence make his cock react, too? If the other students noticed their sexual tension, rumors would fly. The last thing she needed was to be kicked out of school one month before graduation. And she would hate to get Seth fired, not after the tender way he treated her yesterday.

She bit back a smile, remembering the care he took in making sure she had cushions for her knees, in wiping her pussy dry and helping her dress.

Oh, God, Celeste, don't tell me you're falling for your professor.

She tried to banish that thought from her mind. Seth was too old to be her boyfriend. Besides, she liked Corbin, right?

That's right, Celeste, stick with the young ones like Asshole One and Asshole Two. They really know how to treat a girl.

Trying to shake her mind clear of her professor and all men in general, Celeste decided it would be wise to sit in the back today. The very back corner where, hopefully, she wouldn’t be noticed. Setting her bookbag on the desk, she pulled out her Jane Austen book and her laptop.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

The hair on the back of Celeste’s neck prickled at the sound of Summer Rodesson’s nasally squeal. Summer was a Beta Sigma Alpha, better known as, Bitches, Sluts and Airheads. The most annoying, immature girl, president of the most annoying, immature sorority, Summer paid her way through college by hiring others to do her work or downloading essays from the Internet. Somehow, she never got busted. Could it be because Daddy donated money to build the new science center?

Turning toward her adversary, Celeste forced a sardonic smile. “I’m unpacking my backpack. What does it look like I’m doing?”

Summer waved her head around like one of those bobble head dolls. “It looks like you’re about to sit in my seat.”

Celeste made a grand gesture of looking under and on top of the desk. “I don’t see your name on it.”

“This has been my seat all semester.” Summer thumbed behind her. “You’re a little far from the kiss-ass side of the room.”

Celeste ignored that last comment, sitting in her new seat and opening her book to the marked page, hoping that by ignoring the problem, it would go away.

But Summer just hovered, flashing menacing teeth and tapping her foot. The tempo of Summer’s foot increased, grating on Celeste’s nerves.

Celeste hoped Seth would come to class soon. She checked the clock on the wall. One more minute, and he’d be late.

Where are you, Seth?

Peering around Summer’s waist, she saw the door crack open, revealing her professor in his perfectly starched, grey suit. Her whole body tensed at the sight of him, and for a moment, she forgot Summer was still growling above her.

He glared at Summer, then his soft gaze found hers. After setting down his briefcase, Celeste watched with horror as he made his way to the back of the room. The blood in her veins turned to ice, when she realized they would soon be inches apart. Could she keep her cool with him so near?

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Professor Seth Hamilton entered the cramped classroom with trepidation. Before today, he’d always thought this class, with only 18 students, to be cozy, inviting. Now, he wished for the imposing crowd in the lecture hall. She would be in the front seat, distracting him while he taught—long pale locks, seductive green cat eyes.

His temptress.

How would he get through over an hour with her so close? And he couldn’t even touch her. Couldn’t even look at her without risk that another student would read his desire.