Oral Exam (7 page)

Seth set Celeste’s bag on top of a wooden chest in the living room, and placing a hand on her back, he guided her around the fireplace to a pair of French doors.

“You can get a good view of the lake out her.” He opened a door, motioning her toward the outside.

She stepped back into the cool mountain air, her jaw dropping as her mind tried to absorb the scenery before her. She stood on the upper level of a long, two tiered deck, which looked to be constructed on the furthest edge of the mountain side. Taking a few steps toward the rail, she observed that the drop off gently sloped toward a tranquil lake, enveloped by towering pines. The deep blue water mirrored the crimson and purple hues of the sunset.

“This is beautiful,” she breathed.

“I’m glad you like it,” Seth said behind her back.

She peered over her shoulder to see him unscrewing a bottle of wine. Two glasses were sitting on the wicker table beside him.

Her gaze found a second deck just a few feet below. Smiling, she recognized the square object nestled beneath a blue tarp. Seth’s Jacuzzi made this mountain getaway the perfect love shack. A thought flashed through her mind, although she did her best to bury it. But she couldn’t help wondering how many women had played in that Jacuzzi with him.

Celeste shook her head, trying to purge all jealous thoughts. After all, if he was only interested in keeping her for a few practice sessions, she could hook up with what’s-his-face. Squinting her eyes shut, she had to recall his name.

Corbin. How could I forget?

But when she was with Seth, all the others were easily forgettable. After all, they were just boys, and Seth was a man.

Warm arms encircled her waist. “Care for some wine?” he murmured in her ear, pressing light kisses along her neck.

Basking in the warmth of his hard chest, she realized she wasn’t wearing a jacket, just an Omega Chi t-shirt, which did little to protect her from the growing chill of dusk. “Yes, please.”

She shivered as he pulled away, but within moments, she was enveloped in warmth again, as he draped a soft blanket over her shoulders.

“You looked chilled,” he smiled, while handing her a tall glass of wine.

“Thanks.” She spoke into her glass, feeling a little strange about being so pampered. She wasn’t used to it, not by the two jerks she’d dated, and not by her parents. Why was he always thinking of her needs?

Either he’s very considerate, or just a damned good player.

A pang of jealousy stabbed her chest.

No, I don’t want him to be a player.

She didn’t want to think about Seth bringing other women to his cabin, wrapping them in blankets and sharing wine.

Think about something else, Celeste
. “You must love it out here,” she blurted.

He pressed his back against the rail, grasping her free hand, circling her palm with his thumb. “I do.”

Celeste smiled, reading the honesty in his gaze. Something about this place just fit Seth. She didn’t know if it was his relaxed smile, or the slight drop in his shoulders, but he belonged to this piece of heaven.

“How long have you had this cabin?” she asked.

Releasing her hand, he turned, resting both elbows on the railing. “I spent my happiest days here as a youth.”

“Oh, is this your parents’ place?” She took a large sip of wine, trying to drown out a flashback of Asshole Number One. She had flown with him to the family beach condo for spring break, only to have his parents unexpectedly arrive when they were having sex in the shower.

“It was my Mother’s.” His gaze dropped, while one finger traced the rim of his wine glass. “She passed away seven years ago.”

Hearing the sadness in his voice, Celeste leaned in, squeezing his forearm. “She must have been a good mom.”

His soft gaze searched hers. “Why do you say that?”

“Because she raised such a considerate son.”

Seth nodded, looking thoughtfully into his glass. “She was the best mom.”

“And what about your dad?”

His shoulders stiffened, as his fingers tensed on the neck of his glass, then released. Locking his jaw, he simply shook his head.

“I shouldn’t have asked. I didn’t mean to pry.” She swallowed a gulp of wine, realizing she’d touched a nerve. She mentally kicked herself for breaking the tranquility of the moment.

“I never knew him,” he ground out. “He left my mom before I was born.”

“I’m sorry.” Her hand slid down his arm, her fingers lacing in his. “How hard that must have been for you to not have a dad.”

A sardonic laugh died in his throat. “Made me even more determined to be a good fa…” Seth broke off, and releasing her grasp, he walked into the cabin in quick strides.

Trying to understand why he left, Celeste tossed the rest of the wine down her throat. Setting the empty glass on a small table, she pulled the blanket tighter and marched into the cabin.

A knot turned and twisted in her gut as she replayed in her mind what had happened. He was visibly upset, but she sensed the cause wasn’t just about his father’s abandonment.

“Seth? Seth? Are you in here?” Celeste had to let her eyes adjust to the dim light of the cabin. Her gaze wandered to two glowing candles on the dining table.

Seth stood behind a counter stove that faced the small dining room. “Hope you like Italian.”

Whatever had upset him, he obviously wanted to drop it.

She decided to let the matter rest, for now. Feeling instant heat from the burning fireplace, she shrugged off the blanket and walked toward the kitchen. “What are you making?”

“Just something my mom taught me.” Picking up a spatula, Seth stirred food in a frying pan, while pointing toward a bar stool that was behind the stove countertop. “I cooked it this morning. I’m just heating it up.”

Sitting at the barstool, Celeste inhaled the warm, fragrant smell of garlic and herbs. Her stomach reacted with a hollow growl, reminding her she had only eaten a small bowl of cereal that morning. “Smells delicious.”

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.