Page 39 of Toxic

"Okay," came the immediate reply.

Yep, it didn't take much convincing!

In an instant, I slid down to my knees and lifted my eyes up to meet his. His pupils were dilated, he was staring at me in anticipation, panting rapidly.

It took me two seconds to undo his zipper, nothing new here, he was already fully hard.

Slowly I slid his pink shaft, already dripping with pre-cum, into my mouth, never taking my eyes off Soren's face. I liked that he kept this intense eye contact while I was blowing him, I started to work with great eagerness, taking him as deep as I could, fighting through my gag reflex…

Meanwhile, my own dick was bothering me, so I unzipped my pants and while swallowing his dick, I jerked off mine.

But there was still more I wanted to do, so I put his hands on the back of my head and encouraged him to thrust into me.

Soren murmured, "Are you sure?"

Nodding eagerly, I prepared myself for a ride, but there wasn't much of one. Soren braced himself on my head and began to thrust into my throat, his face flaming red, but… the funny thing was, he had made maybe a dozen thrusts into my esophagus when he moaned loudly and unloaded into it. He certainly wasn't very good at holding back his orgasms. The feeling of his spasming, spurting dick in my mouth also drove me over the edge, although I don't think he even noticed, he was too deep in his own ecstasy.

Soren shivered and gasped, staring at me as I knelt down for him and slurped his cum. I also moved my lips lower, to his balls, and licked them too, as he continued to stare at me, his dick refusing to lose an ounce of blood. This was really strange, since betas weren't known for their staying power, but I didn't dare say anything about it.

I pulled up his jockstrap, navy blue this time, and stood up.

"What’s with jockstraps? They aren’t exactly the most comfortable," I murmured.

He lowered his hands to my zipper, muttering, "But I think they look great on my ass. Don’t you agree?"

"They sure do! Wait, Soren," I had to tell him. "I already… came," I added, slowly wrapping my fingers around his wrist.

His hand froze on my crotch, and he blinked. "You did?"

Slightly embarrassed, I shrugged. "Yep."

There was this pleasant silence while he thought about it, his gaze fixed somewhere on my chest, those long black lashes on full display.

"I—" he trailed off, "I wanted to… say thanks for the soup. Fifty bucks is a lot for a bowl of broccoli cream."

"How do you know how much I paid?"

"I asked the omega. He wanted to know what I did that made guys willing to pay 50 bucks for my food…"

"And what did you tell him?"

"I said I was being an ass."

I chuckled, and Soren almost did too—but stopped himself and quickly averted his gaze.

"So, I guess I still owe you." He sighed.

"No, you owe me nothing. I… enjoyed it. I love making you come. I wanna do it again."

Soren swallowed, still looking sideways. I already knew he hated meeting my eyes when conversations got more… intimate.

Suddenly, in an impulse I couldn’t control, I reached out and hugged him, pulling him close. He let me, but only for a second.

"Thank you for giving me… this joy," I whispered, kissing his cheek gently. He flinched slightly and pulled away, slowly but firmly.

"Your lecture’s about to begin," he murmured, his voice back to its usual distant tone. And just like that, he left the stall, disappearing from the restroom.

Well, Rome wasn’t built in a day.

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