Page 30 of Toxic

His hands were on my back, as I kissed and licked, nibbling the skin under his ear with my lips. Then, I felt him reach down to my crotch. With an efficient motion, he pulled open my zipper, baring my cock. But then I slid my hand down to his fly and moaned to find him hard as a steel rod.

"Can we frot?"

I heard him hold his breath for a moment and then, to my delight, he nodded. When I unzipped his fly, his dick popped out—yep, my closeness affected him as much as his closeness affected me—this realization fueled me even more. I encircled our dicks with my fingers, and he also cupped them from the other side to increase the friction. We both began to move our hips, grinding our shafts against each other in the tight grip of our fingers. It was nice, not so much because of the physical stimulation itself, but because it was Soren, in my arms, in my tight embrace, and that made all the difference. Yes, the same guy who hated me, pushed me away, and yet… the magic formed between us like a rising tide. I could hear his accelerated breathing near my ear, his desperate, soft moans…

While we were close, Soren deftly caught a piece of toilet paper with his other hand, and when we both came—at the same time—he prevented our cum from getting on our clothes.

The orgasm was fucking perfect. We moaned in unison, and at one point, I even felt his lips brush the side of my neck, near my gland, his heart pounding like crazy.

But it all ended way too quickly for me.

To prolong the moment just a bit, I stood still, pressing my lips to his skin. It gave me a strange sense of alpha-typicaldominance to make these little nibbles over his gland, basking in the sweet feeling of… immersion in him.

Then I whispered very softly, "You smell so good, so very pleasant, Soren. Dahlia. And mint. And the weird thing is, there's also this little hint of vanilla… almost like pregnant omegas have." And I made a giggling sound.

He didn't say anything, though. After a minute or two, he took a step back, but his head was lowered toward his crotch, so I couldn't see his expression, and we both fastened our zippers.

It was time for business. I took out $10 and handed it to him. Soren hesitated, with a strange look on his face, before putting it in his pocket. He seemed very uncomfortable again.

"Thank you," I said quietly.

He just nodded but didn’t look at me, and we walked out of the stall, both of us washed our hands and then headed in silence to the lecture hall.

During the class, I sat next to him again, unable to resist glancing at him—almost openly this time. I even caught him looking at me on a few occasions, which made him a bit embarrassed. But when we left the lecture hall, I was in for a rather unpleasant surprise.

Don was waiting outside the room, brows furrowed, looking desperate. He immediately walked up to Soren, ignoring the fact that I was standing right there.

"What are you doing tonight?" he asked. "There's this little mixer at Stephen's place."

Soren looked at him, then glanced at me, and our eyes met. "I've got a ton of studying to do tonight. There’s a deadline for an assignment in Advanced Software Architecture."

I noticed a slight twitch in Don's jaw; he looked at me nervously. Then he asked, "So, is he your new patron now?"

Soren sighed, and gave him a challenging look. "I don't owe you any explanations, Don. It’s none of your business what I do with other people."

Don glared at me with cold fury in his eyes, then turned and walked away without another word.

We were left alone, Soren and I. I hesitated, not sure if I should bring up Don at all, since Soren's somber expression didn’t exactly invite more questions.

But my thoughts were already drifting to… other things. Unexpectedly, I decided to say it out loud: "If you finish the essay a little sooner, maybe I could come by again?"

Soren glanced at me, looking a little flustered. "I've already finished that assignment. I don’t need to work on it today," he mumbled, appearing slightly self-conscious.

"If you finished it… why didn’t you want to go to that mixer with him?"

Soren clenched his jaw and started walking briskly toward the cafeteria. I followed him, and he muttered, "I don’t have to explain anything to you either."

Inside, while we were standing in line, I noticed Sean and Alvin sitting by a small table. I was sure Soren would join them, but I was wrong. I got my cup and headed toward a small table for two, thinking I’d be drinking my coffee alone. But Soren walked past Sean and Alvin and… joined me, without a single word!

I cleared my throat. "You didn’t make up with them?"

"I did. But Sean’s still a backstabbing bitch. And I don’t want to talk to Alvin."

No further explanation was needed. So, I guess I could enjoy his company during our coffee time.

As we sat there in silence, I noticed Don also getting in line. Soren's face soured instantly.

"Can’t stand this fucking bastard…" he murmured.

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