SKYE.4

The next day, I waited for him again outside his dorm. When he came out, he blinked, but didn't say anything about my presence there. As usual, he pulled out a cigarette, and we walked in silence while he smoked, staring up at the gray sky.

"Looks like it's gonna rain," I said, desperately trying to start some kind of conversation, but just then, my phone beeped.

I glanced at the message, and my heart sank. It was a notification from the Blackboard app—apparently, I'd barely passed my Python class with a D. Just scraped by. My final grade was on thin ice.

"Fuck," I muttered, clenching my jaw.

"What?" Soren took a deep drag, glancing at me with narrowed eyes.

Cursing under my breath, I showed him the screen. His stormy eyes lingered on the message before he looked away without saying a word.

I shoved my phone back in my pocket, muttering some random profanities, just as the first drops of rain hit my face. We were almost at the main building. Hiding from the drizzle, a small group of students huddled under a small canopy. I noticed Alvin and Don among them, which didn't do much for my sour mood. Don's glare felt like a death sentence, even from a distance. He was about to approach us, but Alvin grabbed his arm, whispering something to him.

Soren stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, completely ignoring Don's glances. His face was cold, distant—he didn't even acknowledge him.

Our class was starting soon, so we headed inside.

As soon as we sat down, I pulled out my phone again, staring at that terrible notification. I felt a wave of frustration and defeat wash over me. Even though I'd been studying hard, I was seriously worried I wouldn't pass this class. I considered what to do and thought about telling Finn Delgado of my troubles. I bit my lip, trying to push down the stress.

"If you want, you can come over today. I'll help you with Python," Soren muttered suddenly. He sounded like he was offering to pull my wisdom teeth, his whole posture stiff, almost hostile. No one had ever offered to help me in such a prickly way before. It must've cost him a lot to say it.

"No, I know you've been working longer hours lately. I wouldn't want to bother you, but I really appreciate the offer."

He grimaced and snorted. "Just stop. Come at 8. I'll help you."

"Soren, I really—"

"Shut up," he growled.

So I did exactly that. I guess this was Soren's attempt to do something nice for me in a… rude way. How peculiar.

Feeling a mix of confusion and happiness (yep, call me stupid, happiness!), I had trouble focusing on the professor's words. Instead, I kept stealing glances at Soren—my eyes running over the lines of his barbed wire tattoo, down his neck where fading hickeys still showed. His long black hair was tied back in a ponytail, and I felt this strange urge to touch it, but I had no idea how to go about it. Slowly, I placed my hand on the back of his chair, pretending I was just resting it there, not sure if he even noticed.

After a few minutes, I gathered a bit more courage and gently stroked his right shoulder blade… Soren almost jumped in his seat when he felt my touch, so I immediately withdrew my hand, flustered by his reaction.

He didn't look at me, seemed tense, his eyes locked on his notebook. I noticed he'd stopped taking notes, just sitting there frozen.

Shit. I shouldn't have touched him without warning. It was a mistake. I removed my hand off his chair and put it back on my lap. Swallowing hard, I wrote a short sentence and slowly turned the page toward him:

"I'm sorry."

His light gray eyes flicked over the words for a few seconds. No reaction.

A minute passed, and he just sat there, staring at his notebook.

Suddenly, he scribbled a few words and, like I had done before, showed them to me:

"For what?"

I blinked. That wasn't the response I expected.

"For touching you without asking," I wrote.

A flash of irritation crossed his face.

"It wasn't a flinch of fear, Skye!"

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 black jockstrap 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, making rather 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 so he 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.

Seeing his seriousness, I swallowed and thought hard about what he had said. If I protested, resisted, he would surely say ‘fuck you'. Giving him counterarguments would have the opposite effect—I could grasp Soren's personality well enough to walk around it and hope for another door of chances to open.

So… I slowly nodded.

"I understand. These are your boundaries. I accept them."

Soren stared at me for a second, something flickering across his face. A weird suspicion crossed my mind. Was he… disappointed I didn't fight him on this? But it passed too quickly to make anything of it. Could've just been a nervous twitch.

"And that leaves us in fuckbuddy status," he finished. "Or… blowjob buddies, whatever the proper term is. With limits."

"What limits?"

"Don't… touch me sexually outside of my room. I… for some reason, react strongly… to you." He blushed, as if saying it made him embarrassed.

"Just looking at you makes me react strongly," I said in a low voice.

Soren quickly turned his head to the side and let out a wheeze.

"Well, now that we've established that, back to boundaries. No sexual touching during the day, in class, in the cafeteria, or anywhere else. It's only allowed in my room. And maybe a little of it while I smoke."

"I accept."

Soren pursed his lips and also nodded. The silence was strange. He twitched his fingers a bit nervously and murmured, "Let's get back to the lecture hall."

As we walked in, other students looked at us again, their brows raised in amusement.

After we sat down, the omega sitting closest to us suddenly turned back and whispered in a dramatic tone, "You guys reek of cum."

Soren raised his middle finger and showed it to him, his face haughty and aloof. He didn't even blink.

More heads turned toward us as I chuckled loudly.

***

Later that same day, Sean noticed us in the cafeteria and approached slowly.

"So. Are you guys dating? This is another day I've seen you together."

Soren snorted. "No."

Judging by this answer, I figured it wasn't the right time to discuss our arrangement with others.

"So why are you sitting with him?"

"It's simple. I prefer his company over yours and Alvin's." Soren's face didn't even twitch. He remained calm and unruffled.

Sean stared at him, gaping. "Jeez, you're such a bitch, Soren."

"Don't… call him that," I growled.

"I wasn't the one who started with the whole ‘being a bitch' thing, Sean, may I remind you…" Soren snarked.

But Sean just rolled his eyes, stood up, and left.

Still… Soren's face stayed impassive. He continued putting pieces of food into his mouth and chewing as if nothing had happened. I observed him for a while, but he seemed completely unfazed by the short convo with Sean.

"You're kinda sexy when you're acting bitchy." I sighed. "But being like that will leave you… friendless."

"I don't have any true friends besides Liam anyway." He shrugged and took a few sips from his coffee mug.

I raised my eyebrows. "Who's Liam?"

"My best friend since middle school. He goes to Vertmont College, two hours from here. We're going to work together at DevApp after graduation."

Rubbing my chin, I asked in a cautious tone, "Is he a beta?"

"Yes."

A wave of relief ran through me, but Soren's lips twisted into a sarcastic grimace.

"You look relieved, like that means he doesn't want me to fuck him."

I almost choked on a piece of chicken. After a violent series of coughs, I straightened up and plastered a smile on my face, "Yyy, well. Does he?"

"Sure, he does. But I'm a fucking bottom. And I'm only attracted to alphas."

Feeling a swirl of hot and cold emotions running through my body, I cleared my throat and muttered, "What does he look like?"

Without a word, Soren pulled out his phone and showed me a picture of a short, kind of nerdy-looking guy with glasses. My deep sigh of relief almost made Soren laugh. I saw a twitch at the corner of his lips, but he shook it off.

"So. What about you?"

"About me? I'm a top. And I'm attracted to betas. Just one, to be honest."

He made a face. "Duh, that's not what I'm asking. Your plans."

Letting out a huff, I said, "I have a coding job lined up at my cousin Nathaniel's company, MonsterApp. I already work there part-time. I can work remotely, so I'm not tied to any one place."

Soren didn't say anything, he just continued eating, staring somewhere far away, over the heads of the other students.