Oral Exam (2 page)

Get into character, Celeste. You are the temptress.

Clearing her throat, she let the words flow past her tongue. “I came to ask you for a favor, sir.” Blinking once, Celeste was amazed at how deep and sultry her voice sounded. Lisa’s pep talk was working. She was becoming the temptress!

“Sure.” The corner of his lip twitched. “Come in.”

Closing the door behind her, Celeste followed Mr. Hamilton toward the back of the room. Every nerve in her body felt electrified with apprehension, and a voice in her head screamed for her to turn and run.

Are you crazy, Celeste? You could get kicked out of school.

Clenching her fists at her sides, she reminded herself of her ultimate goal. Corbin. He was worth the risk. All her life she’d always done what she was told, what was right and proper, but it was never good enough. Well, today she was going to do what she wanted. Today she was going to become the temptress.

Professor Hamilton sat behind a large desk, motioning for her to take a seat across from him. Was he giving her a sign he wasn’t interested, or was he playing hard to get?

She had to find out. “Well.” Tracing one finger across the side of the polished mahogany, she sauntered toward him, never taking her gaze from his. Standing within inches of the man, she leaned on the edge of his desk, resting one shapely leg across the corner. “I need a tutor.”

Tapping his fingers on his desk, a vein on the corner of his brow twitched. “Why? You have the highest grade in the class.”

“Yes, but I still need tutoring. I’ll do anything, sir.” Crossing one leg over the other, Celeste grabbed his hand and pulled it between her breasts, meeting his eyes with a pleading gaze. Trying to keep her composure, she hoped he couldn’t feel the pounding in her chest.

Stay focused, Celeste.

“There’s no need for formalities here. You can call me Seth.” His voice quavered, but he didn’t let go of her hand.

Seth’s firm grasp bristled with energy. She felt the warmth of his touch shoot down her body and heat her core. Hopefully, he felt it, too.

“Seth?” She bit her bottom lip. “Okay, Seth, will you tutor me?” Scooting further onto the desk, Celeste hiked her skirt along with her movement, willing her legs not to shake with nervousness.

“The grad students offer tutoring every evening.” The deep pitch of his voice rose then broke off, as his gaze focused on the dangerously high hem of her skirt.

She leaned in, giving him a clear view down her collar of the full mounds beneath her lacy white push-up bra. “I want
you
to be my tutor.”

Seth’s eyes bulged. His hands opened wide, then clenched, as if fighting the urge to squeeze the offering she presented. “Of course. Where should we begin?”

Celeste read the fire in Seth’s eyes and knew her seduction was working. But she also sensed coiled tension in his balled fists, and knew he was fighting the urge to take her offering.

“I don’t know.” Celeste wet her lips. She couldn’t allow him to back out. Leaning over his shoulder, she breathed into his ear. “You’re the one with all the… experience.”

“All right.” He jerked back. “Why don’t we sit on the couch and read some poetry?” He shifted his hands in his pockets before standing and turning quickly toward his bookcase.

She suppressed a smile. Before he’d turned his back, her eye had caught the bulge beneath his dark slacks.

“Okay.” Swaying her hips, she walked toward the couch, hiking up her skirt even further. Another centimeter, and the professor would get a glimpse of small tufts of blonde curls. Lisa had shaved the rest off this morning.

Watching Seth grab a book and make his way toward the couch, Celeste sat, opening her legs slightly. “Is there a draft in here?”

He stopped as if he’d run into a frozen wall, coughed, then sat next to her. “Actually, I’m feeling a bit hot.” Setting down the book, he grabbed at his neckline with a shaking hand and loosened the tie.

Celeste’s heart leapt into her throat when he sat down, the smooth fabric of his pants brushing across her bare legs, sending an aching jolt to her nipples and pussy. He was going for it.
Way to go, temptress!

“I don’t know how you can stand to wear a suit and tie every day.” Leaning over, she loosened his tie even more, then pulled it over his ruffled, black hair. As her fingers skimmed a few strands before pulling the tie free, she was amazed at the thick texture. She inhaled his musky scent and felt her pussy moisten at the rich, masculine aroma.

“Maybe I should lose the jacket.” His rich voice was deeper now, no trace of his earlier trepidations.

She let the sound wash over her before breaking into a wide grin. “Suits me.”

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.