Page 81 of Overeager
When Eli was close, he looped his arms around Noah’s neck again, tucking his head in where Noah’s scent was the strongest, breathing in his pheromones like a man possessed. So fuckingdelicious.
“I’m close,” he murmured.
“Me, too, baby.”
One of Noah’s hands sneaked between them to stroke Eli’s cock, and that was it. Eli shuddered and clung to his alpha, every inch of his skin pressed against Noah in some way as Noah grunted, shaking against him as they crested over together.
It was so unbearably intimate, with them clasped so closely together, their pheromones and their sweat mingling. A shared kind of vulnerability.
I love this man so fucking much.
Eventually, when the feeling returned to his limbs, Eli untucked his head from its pheromone hoarding place. He gave Noah’s chest a little pat. “That was longer than thirty seconds.”
Noah laughed weakly. “My bad. Should we try a redo?”
“Later.” Eli pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Be good and do your homework and I’ll blow you after lunch.”
He giggled at the dazed look on Noah’s face. Eli wasn’t always that blunt, but he was feeling light and giddy and almost deliriously pleased with the state of things.
Noah cleared his throat. “Well, okay then. It’s a deal.”
23
Noah
Two months later
“Oh my god.Right there. Right there.”
“Yeah? You feeling good, baby?”
“So good. So, so good.”
Noah grinned, letting Eli tug his head down for a kiss, moaning more of his enthusiastic appreciation into Noah’s mouth. When his moans gave way to a steady stream of whines, his mouth too slack to keep kissing, Noah nudged Eli’s head to the side with his nose, mouthing down his neck instead.
The new position must have put Eli’s vision in line with the clock in his bedroom, because suddenly he gasped, his hands landing on Noah’s shoulders. “Oh god!” he cried, in alarm instead of pleasure. “They’re gonna—gonna be here soon.”
Noah kept pumping his hips. “We’ll be done soon, too, baby.”
He didn’t mean to sound so cocky, but he knew Eli’s body inside and out at this point, and Eli was close, judging by the noises he’d been making, the way his inner muscles wereclamping down like they wanted to lock Noah inside him, and the flood of slick that was easing the glide between them.
“The room,” Eli panted. “Sex. Phero—sex scents. Rude.”
There was also the fact that he was having trouble finding his words. That was a dead giveaway.
Noah paused for a moment, gliding a hand over Eli’s cheek in reassurance. “Good thing no one will be coming into the bedroom, then, huh?”
And Noah hadn’tmeantto attack Eli right before their guests arrived. But Eli had come out wearing the same indecently short swim shorts Noah had met him in, and Noah hadn’t been able to help himself.
His omega was just so fucking pretty.
Despite his protests about “rude sex scents,” Eli immediately started whining again, pressing his hips up in protest at the lack of motion, and Noah took pity on him, picking up the pace and hitching Eli’s leg higher, hitting his sweet spot over and over until Eli was letting out a breathless, wordless, high-pitched cry, his cock spurting between them, covering his sweet little belly in cum.
Fuck yeah.
Noah’s balls tightened, and his knot swelled, and he started shortening his thrusts, careful to keep that knot out of Eli’s eager, stretched hole. Eli was right—their guests would be here soon, and they didn’t have time to stay knotted together, as hot as that would be.
Noah’s own orgasm washed over him, and he teased himself by grinding his half-swollen knot against Eli’s entrance, rubbing without slipping inside. He pressed kisses along Eli’s neck and chest, not ready to let him out of his arms just yet. “So good,” he murmured. “Always so good.”
