Page 11 of Lawsuit and Leather

"Can I rub my dick over your… crease, down there?"

He stared at me for a moment, probably understanding that if we did it this way, it would almost look like we were having real intercourse.

"Okay," he murmured quietly.

"Squeeze your thighs tight," I whispered.

As he did so, I angled my already stiff member, pointing it down, pressing it between his clenched thighs. I felt it slide over his taint, my pre-cum making it more slippery. His breathing sped up as I began to move, his stiff dick rubbing against my lower abdomen.

"God, I want you so much," I mumbled, realizing today I would be the one who would come sooner. The new sensation overwhelmed me just a tad too much. My full weight was pressing him into the bed, my movements quite frantic, causing him to slide up lightly on the sheets toward the head of the bed.

And my arousal grew rapidly. Grunting, I came between his tightly squeezed thighs, but I was not going to leave him without release. So, as soon as I caught my breath, I leaned over and took his cock in my mouth. I made maybe four moves, taking him deep into my throat as he moaned and came—a true record. Did he enjoy my not-so-gentle pinning him to the bedsheets? I licked his dick thoroughly and lifted my gaze to his reddened face.

I hesitated. "You seem very… hmm. You have no problems orgasming quickly; it seems so easy for you. I didn't know betas could have such a libido," I admitted.

Soren lay there for a moment, catching his breath, staring at the ceiling, his face unreadable.

I rested my head on his shoulder, and then he murmured, "I haven't had this kind of libido before. It's not like I've avoided sex, but in the last year, after I broke up with Anton, I haven't had any strong urges. Celibacy wasn’t a problem for me… now something's changed."

"What?"

"I don't know," he muttered, and the tone of his voice made it clear he didn’t want to get into it. With a rather quick movement, he slid out from under me and began pulling on his clothes. I knew I shouldn’t push it. I’d learned to steer clear of sensitive topics with Soren—unfortunately, sometimes even the smallest thing could set him off.

***

The next week, Soren's behavior changed even more. Where he used to be distant, maybe a bit irritable, now he seemed kind of down, almost depressed. He got quieter too. Sometimes we’d sit next to each other, whether in the cafeteria or on the benches around campus, waiting for class. He’d just smoke, staring blankly at the sky or ceiling, depending on where we were, and only answered me with one-word replies. I kinda got used to it and was just enjoying his presence. It was pleasant enough for me, satisfying my needs on some level, but never fully.

Then the following week brought some nervous excitement.

The dreadful Python exam!

It was make-or-break time for passing my final year of college. The whole day before, I was super on edge, stressed out. Soren watched me closely, and at one point, when we were doing some last-minute study materials revisions in his room, he noticed how miserable and frustrated I looked while endlessly going over my notes.

"Hey, don’t stress so much, you’ll do fine," he said suddenly, looking like he surprised himself with those words.

"I don’t know… I’m not great under pressure," I muttered, feeling pretty down, my eyes glued to my notebook.

Then, out of nowhere, Soren got up and walked over to me. I was shocked when I felt his hands on my shoulders. I should mention—Soren almost never touched me, except when he’d guide my head during bjs. Usually, he was just passive.

But now, his slender fingers slid over my neck and shoulders, and I couldn’t help it—I let out a loud groan. He ignored it, focusing on massaging my tense shoulders, maybe not aiming for anything sexual. But it felt like I was under some kind of spell, like I was high on something, and everything started to spin.

In consequence, my dick immediately reacted, getting hard in seconds.

"Please, stop," I mumbled. "I still need to prep for the test, and I can’t do that while tenting my pants."

Soren’s movements slowed down. He slightly leaned toward my ear and whispered, "I can help with that."

I squeezed my eyelids almost painfully. "Soren…"

But he was already on his knees between my spread knees, unzipping my pants.

I wasn’t mentally into it, but… Soren’s magic worked like a charm. His face… it was something else, just otherworldly. He rarely had such an expression—seductive and submissive at the same time. His tongue swirled around my dick’s head, his gray gaze shifting over to my face.

"You don't need to cram for the test anymore. You're good, Skye. I'm proud of you. You've accomplished so much and learned so much in the last few weeks," he trailed off, as if realizing that he had almost said too much.

"Proud of me?" I whispered while he smeared some pre-cum over the head of my dick.

"As… your tutor," he quickly clarified, and with a rather innocent look, he took my dick in his mouth. I loved how it stretched his lips, making him look really… obscene.