Page 41 of Toxic

When my eyes landed on those words, a wave of heat rushed through me. Then Soren slowly raised his gaze to meet mine. His pupils were dilated, almost eclipsing his silver irises. Something in his eyes was… provocative, enticing, seductive. My dick throbbed.

Letting out a shaky breath, I placed my hand back on the rear of his chair. Soren looked away, back at the professor. This time, though, I didn’t start with his shoulder blade. I slid my hand lower, letting my fingers slip under his black hoodie. I trailed them along his spine, brushing over his vertebrae, inching upward, teasing his skin—higher and higher.

Soren squeezed his eyes shut and tilted his head back, his heart pounding like crazy. Two omegas nearby turned to glance at us, amused.

He was shameless, but somehow, I could feel what he felt—my touch was lighting a fire inside him, making his body tremble and his pelvis tilt back…

My dick was so hard, I could probably drill a hole in a wall with it. It hurt, trapped, unable to release the tension.

Suddenly, Soren stood up! Without looking at me, he headed for the exit, turning heads as he went. The professor glanced his way too.

Grinding my teeth, I jumped up and, feeling ridiculous, followed him out—attracting even more attention.

Red as a beet, with my head bowed, I ran out into the hallway and noticed Soren disappearing into the nearest bathroom.

With my pulse spiking above the safe limit, I rushed inside and opened the stall door with a violent jerk. Soren was already leaning on the wall with his pants unzipped. He had a blackjockstrap on again, which, in my opinion, looked the sexiest on him.

Falling to my knees again, I had something more on my mind. I grabbed his hips and turned him, so his face was toward the wall and his butt was literally on my face! Now, I could fully appreciate the jockstrap's advantages. His perfect, round globes were firm and pert, fully exposed for me to admire. Soren made a surprised gasp as I placed my hands on his cheeks.

"Fuck…" he muttered when I bit him lightly on the left buttock. His skin had an intense smell of pleasant shower gel, and since we were only fifteen minutes into the first lecture of the day, he had probably showered about twenty-five minutes ago. I licked, bit, and sucked on his ass skin, closing in on his crease.

Soren was panting, his arms raised above his head, fists clenched, supported on the wall. He pushed his ass toward me, and I knew the sign all too well. When highly aroused, omegas instinctively rolled their hips back in an encouraging way, but I had no idea betas did it too. How nice… I splayed my fingers on both his buttocks and spread them to the side, seeing his intimate place for the first time.

And I wasn't sure what I would see. I had been with only a handful of omegas before, never with a beta, but from what I knew from porn and biology lessons, their entrances looked more like those of alphas. But again, I was in for a surprise. Soren’s hole looked like that of omegas; while aroused, it was opening a bit and glistening with slick. The pink, furrowed ring of muscles resembled a slightly parted pink rosebud. A long line of his dripping slick was visible, running down his taint and onto his inner thigh.

Seeing red, I lowered myself and licked it, starting from the end of the rivulet and moving up toward his entrance. Finally, I closed my lips on his pucker, sucking on his sweet juices, makingrather obscene smacking and slurping sounds. Soren’s body shook and shivered as I sucked and swirled my tongue over his hole. Meanwhile, my hand reached out to his front, finding his rock-hard shaft, dripping pre-cum profusely.

With my mouth pressed to his entrance and my hand on his dick, it took maybe one minute before Soren made a prolonged, guttural sound. I could feel his muscle clenching under my tongue and his dick spurting semen in a few powerful ejections.

Soon, only his loud moaning and panting filled the stall.

I rested my forehead just over his tailbone, fighting through the intense pain in my poor dick, which still had no release. But… Soren suddenly turned away.

His face was red and slightly sweaty. "Up," he growled, so I got up.

He slid to his knees, his eyes as I had never seen them before—submissive and lustful at the same time. His slender hands, adorned with several silver rings, unzipped my pants and pulled out my steel rod, which almost hit him on the forehead.

"Facefuck me," he ordered.

I tilted my head and skimmed my hand over his smooth cheekbone, tracing the tattoo. "It won’t fit deeper…"

"Try," he insisted, and I pressed behind his masseter muscle. The ABO population was able to retract the lower jaw much further than people who previously lived on Earth, as we could enter into a double bite lock during heat and rut, while marking each other in knotting episodes, or just during intense sex. Despite betas lacking active glands, they had the same jaw build. I put my hands on both sides of his face, and he opened his mouth. I pushed inside a bit, then pressed on his jaw, which smoothly retracted back, giving me more space. My dick slid deeper into his throat. I almost gasped; Soren seemed to have no gag reflex as I grabbed the back of his head and pushed even deeper, sliding into his esophagus, but quickly backing away sohe could breathe. Well, surely this enticing procedure couldn’t last long, so Soren wasn’t in a very challenging situation. I was so fucking aroused that I did a few deeper thrusts into his throat and moaned like a bitch, flooding his open mouth with copious amounts of my jizz.

Yes, neither of us had to work very hard to help the other reach orgasm, that's for sure.

Soren licked his mouth as his jaw set back into its normal place as he slowly stood up.

Wow, this moment was like someone lowered a curtain, changing his gaze from seductive and playful to immediately—distant and impassive!

He averted his eyes and… quickly left the stall!

In consternation, I stood there for a few seconds, staring at the wall, then slowly joined him as he washed his hands.

Soren suddenly muttered, his voice low and almost monotone, "We have to slow down a bit, Skye."

Blinking, I glanced at his reflection in the mirror in front of us as we both dried our hands, and he continued, "Yeah, we have chemistry. It could easily evolve into fucking like rabbits, and… I don’t do fucking outside of relationships. And I don’t do relationships with alphas."

He faced me, crossing his arms over his chest. He was studiously calm.

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