Page 41 of Overeager
Eli seemed to be coming to at the same time as Noah. He pressed a hand to his face, his cheeks bright red. “Oh god.”
“What’s wrong?” Noah asked in alarm, his hands moving frantically but not settling anywhere. “Should I not have—?”
“No,” Eli reassured him, peering at him through his fingers. “It’s just—” He tilted his chin, encompassing the kitchen, the way he was still sitting on the kitchen counter. “This isn’t exactly an ideal location. I know better.” He bit at his lower lip, looking sheepish. “I got … caught up.”
Oh. Well, that was hot as fuck—that Noah had made Eli mindless enough to forget where they were. But of course it would be uncomfortable for him, sitting on the hard counter until Noah’s knot went down.
Noah reached carefully for his discarded robe and threw it on the tiled floor. “Put your arms around my neck,” he instructed.
Eli did, even as he asked, “What are you—?”
He squealed as Noah lifted him, still impaled on his knot.
“Shh, baby,” Noah murmured, tucking Eli against him. “I’ve got you.”
He lowered them both carefully—so fucking carefully—to the floor, tilting to his side so they were settled facing each other on top of the robe.
It was still an awkward-as-fuck position—lesson learned there—but Noah managed to slowly lift Eli’s leg until it was over his hips, cushioning Eli’s head with his arm. He had to make each movement cautiously—every time he moved his knot, it pulled on Eli’s rim, and Eli whimpered or moaned in turn.
Eventually they were situated more or less decently. Noah ran a soothing hand along Eli’s side. “Better?”
Eli giggled, the sound cutting off into another groan as the laughter jostled Noah’s knot inside him. “I can’t believe I let you knot me on the kitchen counter. Rookie mistake.”
Noah grinned. “Well, Iama rookie.”
Eli frowned at him indignantly. “I’mnot.”
Noah kissed him. Because he wanted to. Because he could.
“Thank you,” he said afterward.
Eli arched his brows. “For leading you astray in the art of alpha-omega sex?”
“For giving me a chance.” Noah pressed his forehead to Eli’s, putting every ounce of his sincerity into his words. “I’m going to be so good to you, Eli. You won’t regret it. I won’t let you.”
Eventually,Noah’s knot deflated, and the two of them showered once again.
(It turned out a lot of fluids were involved in knotting, and while Eli had patiently put up with Noah getting incredibly horny about the ample evidence of their union, he’d also insisted they both clean off afterward.)
Now they were on the couch together, trying to find something decent to watch, neither of them up to much besides vegging out. The knotting had been intense, even with the absurdity of the location, and it seemed like they could both use a little mindless recovery time.
Eli was in soft joggers and a tee, and Noah was in Eli’s clean robe (the one not covered in cum and slick) while his clothes went through the wash.
While Eli flicked through the streaming channels, Noah turned his phone on, finally ready for it after a long morning of avoidance. He had … quite a few texts. And some missed calls from Spencer.
Chase would be the safer option.
“I gotta check in,” Noah told Eli, who slid his head off Noah’s shoulder with a soft but disgruntled grumble, allowing Noah to get up from the couch and head into the yard for some privacy.
Chase picked up on the second ring. “Yo.”
Noah could immediately hear Spencer in the background, whining, “Is that him? Why’s he callingyouback?”
“Spencer freaking out?” Noah asked mildly.
Chase chuckled. “To be fair, you’ve never not come home before.”
“I’m fine. Just … met someone.”
