Page 40 of Overeager
But Noah couldn’t linger with the sensation, couldn’t stand there teasing at the tip. Because Eli’s heels were already digging into him, pushing Noah to fill him completely.
Impatient little thing this morning.
Noah tried to catch his breath after bottoming out, his cock encased completely in perfect, tight heat. “Holy fuck. Are you— Is it good?”
He’d done this too much last time, hadn’t he? Asked Eli over and over how he was feeling. But Eli hadn’t seemed to mind then, and he didn’t seem to mind now. He just laughed breathlessly—the action fluttering his muscles around Noah in a way that had him clenching down to resist blowing his load too soon—and pressed his heels in again.
“Move, Alpha.”
Oh. Oh fuck. Noah hadn’t thought he was the type to get hard from an omega calling him “Alpha.” He’d had enough omegas try it flirtatiously at parties, and it had never gotten under his skin.
But now, with Eli’s breathy order ringing in his ear, a shiver ran down Noah’s spine, heat pooling in his belly like liquid fire, and his pheromones flooded out.
Eli whimpered, and Noah’s hips started rocking before he was even aware of it. He braced a hand on the counter for leverage, the other firmly holding on to Eli’s waist, and let himself sink into a rhythm. He captured Eli’s mouth again, drinking in his little moans.
God, it felt good. So good.Toogood.
Had Noah really been bragging about how long he was going to last this time? Idiot. His only hope was to make Eli feel as good as possible in the meantime.
He released Eli’s mouth after one last hard suck of his bottom lip before kissing down his neck and moving the hand on Eli’s waist to his cock, stroking him like he’d seen him stroke himself. “Like this?” he asked.
Eli arched into him. “Yes. Yes, like that.”
Noah lost himself in it—the hot feel of Eli around him, the warmth of him in his hand. Every now and then Eli would give him a fevered instruction. “Harder, Noah. Faster. No, slower. There. Rightthere.” And sometimes, even better, just moan his name, “Noah.Noah.”
When Eli spilled over Noah’s fist with a keening cry, Noah felt fucking invincible.He’ddone that again. Made Eli feel good with his touch, with his cock.
But it was a mistake, watching Eli come. The look of him—the high color on his cheeks, his pretty brown eyes heavy-lidded with want, his cute mouth all slack and open—all that combined with the feel of his muscles spasming around Noah had the pleasure in him unspooling, Noah’s cock jerking and his orgasm rushing through him before he was ready.
He was about to pull back and away. Except Eli had said …
Noah dipped his head onto Eli’s shoulder, groaning as his knot began to swell. “I can— Can I? Eli, can I?”
Alphas didn’t typically knot with every orgasm—and they needed to be inside an omega or a willing beta for their knot to swell completely—but the memory of Eli asking for it last night was enough to push Noah toward it, the blood rushing to his dick with renewed vigor even as he came inside Eli.
Eli stared at him glassily. He looked almost drugged, either from his orgasm or from the potent mix of pheromones flooding the kitchen. “Yess,” he slurred. “Do it, Noah.”
Noah pressed forward mindlessly, rocking his hips until his half-formed knot caught on Eli’s rim and pushed through, expanding completely once he was sheathed inside, like his body had only been waiting.
The pressure was … insane. Overwhelming. Noah had never felt anything like it, the way Eli squeezed around his knot.
Eli whined, a distinctly omega sound Noah hadn’t heard him make yet. His muscles started spasming around Noah’s knot, like he was coming again, only dry this time, his cock still soft and spent. There was the squelching sound of slick trying to escape around Noah’s knot.
It was perfect. It was filthy. It was too fucking much.
Noah tried to form words. He needed to make sure, right? “G-Good?” he managed to ask through his tight throat.
“Good,” Eli confirmed. He threw his head back with a cry as he spasmed again, and the length of his neck was like sin. Noah could bite. Right there. Just sink his fucking teeth in. He wouldn’t, but he could. “Good,” Eli repeated. “So good.”
They stayed like that for who knew how long, Noah rocking back and forth in tiny, incremental movements, filling Eli up again and again as his knot pulsed.
He’d never knotted anyone before. Obviously, since he’d never fucked anyone before. He’d squeezed his own whilejerking off, sure. But this—it was like a continual orgasm, draining his cock almost as surely as it drained his brain cells.
How the fuck did anyone get anything done in this world, ifthiswas what knotting someone felt like? How was everyone not just fucking their brains out all the time?
He’d have to ask Eli, when he could form full sentences again.
Eventually things settled, Noah’s knot locked in place but no longer pulsing, Eli’s channel snug but no longer spasming. The fog in Noah’s brain finally cleared a little. They probably had another half hour to go before they could separate—it wouldn’t last hours like it would during a rut or a heat, but it definitely wasn’t deflating yet.
