Page 35 of Toxic

However, I did not immediately continue with my business. Instead, I leaned over him, propped myself up on my elbows, and kissed him again on the neck, whispering, "You smell so good, I love your scent. I've never smelled anything so pleasant and sexy."

"I shower a lot," he mumbled, rolling his eyes a bit.

"Nah, it's not that. It's just the natural scent of your body, such a perfect blend," I breathed out and licked the skin of his neck.

Soren let me kiss it, and at the same time, my hand moved to his waist, slipping under his black long-sleeve and up his chest. I heard him exhale quickly as my fingers found his hard nipples, but something caught my attention, making me freeze and straighten up.

I looked at him because something didn't add up, even though he was a beta—his nubs felt more like those of an omega; they were larger and quite swollen under my fingers.

"Can I see them?"

Soren blushed but nodded slowly. I pulled up his shirt, and to my eyes appeared the sexiest nipples I had ever seen in my life. I even gasped in surprise!

Usually, betas' nipples are no different from alphas', flat and small, but about 10-15% have nipples similar to omegas', more prominent and larger.

"Damn, these are perfect, so beautiful!"

His cheeks were now flaming red.

Soren's nubs looked very sexy indeed—they were a similar color to his lips, dark pink like ripe raspberries, and they were stiffly erect—almost begging me to touch them, rub them, lick them, suck them—and of course… I did all that.

I leaned forward and took one nipple in my mouth, and with my other hand, I started to play with the other one, tugging and rolling it a little, hearing his breathing accelerate. I just knew it—I could feel in my nervous system how much he liked it. His body tensed, he threw his head back, and guttural moans came from his throat.

What occurred a moment later was beyond belief. I felt something warm splash against my elbow and realized what had happened: Soren had come without me touching his cock!

I lifted my head and looked at him in amazement.

"Wow!"

"Wo—what?" he stammered with some embarrassment, opening his eyes.

"I had no idea betas could do that. I thought only omegas have this… skill, and only during pregnancy or heat."

Soren’s face was so red that it seemed as if he painted his cheeks crimson. He averted his eyes, but answered softly, "I didn't know I could do it."

There was a moment of silence. So, it was the first time? This filled me with an even greater sense of happiness, almost overwhelming.

"It is an honor for me," I whispered solemnly.

He made a strange grimace and turned his face to the side, as if to make sure I couldn't see his eyes.

But I used the moment to lower myself over him and began to lick his belly clean, greedily swallowing his tasty cum. His dick was still stiff and nudged me over my cheeks as I lapped around it. Soren stared at me with large pupils, watching attentively what I was doing. As I licked there, I felt what he wanted—the need to feel my lips on his cock rising inside him. So I gave in to his unspoken desire and closed my mouth over his shaft.

Soren whimpered and threw his head back onto the pillow. Since he had already had one orgasm, it took longer this time, about… yes, three minutes of my head bobbing over his shaft. I did the best I could, deepthroating him at certain moments and dribbling saliva around the base of his dick. His hands tangled in my hair, stroking my head, running through my strands.

"I'm… close," he murmured, and I redoubled my efforts, sucking hard on his glans. Ten seconds after his warning, warm liquid exploded in my mouth, and I swallowed it all with ease, making 'mmm' sounds. Soren gasped loudly, his face turning bright red.

After licking him clean, I let go of his dick with a popping sound and our eyes met. I grinned broadly. He didn't respond with a smile; his face looked uncomfortable. He cleared his throat and stood up quickly, pushing me off his thighs and pulling on his sweatshirt in a few quick moves. His behavior was really awkward.

But what could I do, I got up and took some extra money out of my pocket and put it on the table for him.

"Thanks, that was just perfect," I said. He stayed silent, staring off to the side. There was this long moment where we just lingered there—I was twitching my fingers, unsure what else to say—then finally mumbled, "Well, I gotta go finish my essay.I’m terrible at writing smooth sentences, so it always takes me forever. It’s such a pain in the ass."

Then, out of nowhere, Soren said, "When you’re done, you can email it to me. I can take a look and maybe give you some pointers."

Did he just offer that out of his own will? Shocking.

"You’d really do that? I’m just a typical math guy—putting together elegant sentences isn’t my thing."

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