Page 12 of Overeager
Eli brushed his hands along Noah’s back, trying to soothe his straining muscles. “Please.”
Noah drew back, his gaze focused on the sight of his cock leaving Eli’s body. And no wonder. It looked absolutely obscene, girthy and glistening, coated with Eli’s slick.
Eli’s inner muscles cramped again, locking the head into place, and Noah groaned before pushing back in. “Is this okay?” he whispered as he bottomed out again. “Tell me this is okay.”
“It’s perfect.”
It was. Noah was filling Eli so well that even his tentative thrusts were dragging his cock against Eli’s walls in a maddening way. Eli slid one hand down to Noah’s muscular ass cheek, helping guide him in a smoother rhythm. “Mm. Like that.”
He drew Noah’s head down for a kiss, and Noah met him eagerly, his mouth warm and welcoming. The familiar gesture seemed to soothe the alpha, some of the tension leaving his frame as he slid in and out of Eli with more confidence.
“Fuck, this feels good,” he groaned when he came up for air. “Too good. Eli—Eli, do you feel good?”
“I feel so good,” Eli told him, the words leaving him in a frantic rush.
He’d never thought it could be so hot, having someone check in with him over and over, but something about Noah’s enthusiasm—his sincere need to please Eli—had Eli’s nerves thrumming, pleasure lighting him up from head to toe.
Noah started thrusting more deeply, their combined sweat easing the glide of his body against Eli’s, his eyes boring into Eli’s as Eli rocked his hips to meet him.
It wasn’t long before he held himself still above Eli, his entire body trembling again. “I’m going to come,” he said, sounding completely devastated by the fact. “Way too soon. I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” Eli soothed, wrapping his legs around Noah’s hips in encouragement. “I want you to come. It’ll feel amazing, you filling me up.”
“Yeah?” Noah looked so grateful, and so, so handsome, his blond curls plastered to his tanned face, his jaw clenched with the effort of holding himself back. He started up again in a slightly awkward rhythm, but even then, the drag of his cock lit Eli up from the inside.
Eli was close. Closer than he should have been, considering. He ran his hands up to Noah’s shoulders. “I’m going to touch myself, okay?”
“Oh fuck,” Noah groaned. “Yes, please. Please do that. I want to see.”
He rose onto his hands again, putting enough distance between their bodies that Eli could slip a hand around his own cock, thumbing at the tip.
“You should come first,” Noah said eagerly. An alpha growl entered his voice for the first time as he watched Eli touch himself. “Make yourself come, Eli.”
“Oh god.” Eli angled his hips up even further, crossing his ankles and pulling at Noah with them, speeding him up. Noah read the unspoken message loud and clear, driving into Eli deeply with new fervor.
Eli stroked his cock furiously, swiping his thumb over the head again and again.
“Oh fuck.” Noah made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a groan. “I’m coming.”
He thrust deep—deeper than he had yet, his cockhead practically spearing Eli’s womb—and spilled into Eli, hot and thick and gushing.
Eli arched up with a keening moan, his hand working furiously as his own orgasm swept over him, his toes curling and his insides clenching and spasming, milking Noah, whose eyeswere shut tight, his face frozen in a pained mask, a low growl leaving his lips. His scent bloomed, deeper and richer, and Eli panted with an open mouth, trying to drink it in, to bathe his insides in it the way they were bathed in Noah’s cum.
Even with the overwhelming wave of pleasure, he was half aware he needed to prepare himself for the possibility of a knot, to be ready to pull away if necessary. But it didn’t happen—there was no burgeoning pressure at his entrance, nothing that might lock their bodies together. Eli tried his best not to be disappointed by that, even as his hole continued spasming, like it was searching for that extra width.
It was ridiculous. It wasn’t like hewantedto be knotted by a relative stranger. There was a reason one-night stands didn’t allow themselves to be locked together for an hour … or hours plural.
That would be … awkward. Not hot.
Definitely not hot.
Noah opened his eyes, and Eli wondered if it was pervy of him, the way he was beginning to crave that worshipful tinge to Noah’s gaze. “Holy fuck.”
Eli swiped his clean hand—the one not covered by his own cum—through Noah’s damp curls. “You liked it?”
Noah laughed, the sound somehow both deep and bright. “That was the most amazing thing in the history of the universe,” he declared. “I need to become a poet so I can write, like, a sonnet about it.”
Eli giggled, thoroughly charmed. “No poetry, please. I should have warned you about that too. It’s one of the hookup rules.”
