Page 11 of Overeager
“Okay.” Noah let out a harsh, determined breath, leaning back again so he was kneeling over Eli, Eli’s leg across his thigh now, Noah’s thumb circling Eli’s entrance. Just that gentle pressure felt unbearably good, pleasure pooling in Eli’s belly.
“That’s good?” Noah asked, his eyes zeroed in on his task.
“Mm,” Eli sighed. “Good.”
Noah’s smile was small but genuine. He spent a long time like that, ignoring his own hard cock and playing gently with Eli’s hole, softening him with light, persistent touches. He seemed fascinated by the whole process, all his concentration focused. With alpha pheromones in the air, thick and heavy with arousal, it didn’t take long for Eli’s entrance to open, and Noah took immediate advantage, slipping the tip of his thumb inside.
“Fuck,” he whispered reverently as more slick dribbled out of Eli at his intrusion. He replaced his thumb with his index finger, sliding it in and gliding it back out slowly. “Fuck, you’re soft inside. Like velvet.”
“Oh god,” Eli moaned, more slick escaping him.
Noah crooked his finger in a way that had electricity shooting down Eli’s spine. “You like when I tell you how good you feel?”
“I kind of like everything you do,” Eli told him, oddly embarrassed to say it.
“Yeah?” Noah looked genuinely delighted at that, his glee washing away Eli’s embarrassment. “I should do another finger, right?” he asked, brows furrowing again in concentration.
That was cute. Why was he so cute? And how could he be so cute and hot at the same time? Honestly, Eli might never recover from this. This night was going to haunt him forever.
“Just one more, and then—then I’ll be good.”
Eli didn’t even know if that was true—Noah was fucking huge—but he was losing patience, his insides almost cramping with need. It was miles away from the intensity of a heat, but it was a similar sort of ache. Like Eli’s body knew that Noah belonged inside him, and it wasn’t willing to wait anymore.
Noah slipped in another digit easily, sliding and twisting his two fingers inside Eli. His other hand slid off of Eli’s thigh, moving toward Eli’s cock.
Eli grabbed his wrist. “Don’t.”
Noah froze, his eyes wide.
Eli flushed—or he felt like he did. He wasn’t sure if it was possible to be redder than he already was, considering he was hot and flustered, sort of embarrassed but incredibly turned on at the same time. He bit at his lip. “I’ll come if you touch me.”
“Oh, fuck me,” Noah groaned, like it was the best thing he’d ever heard. “Does that mean—are you ready?”
“I’m ready.” Eli had a vague recollection that he was supposed to be the one guiding Noah, but he’d quickly swum out of his depth with how turned on he’d gotten. “Are you—are you ready?”
“Yeah.” Noah nodded, letting out a shaky exhale. “Yeah.”
He scooted his knees closer, one hand pushing Eli’s thigh back again. He swiped his fingers through Eli’s slick, coating hiscock with it, and Eli had to clench his teeth tightly to keep in his moan.
Noah notched the head of the cock against him, and Eli craned his head down to see. It looked absurdly thick, the size of that fat head almost threatening. But Eli wanted it anyway. Needed it.
“Okay?” Noah asked.
Eli nodded frantically. “Okay.”
Noah pushed in, and Eli breathed out, willing his inner muscles to relax. But despite the stretch—and fuck, itwasa stretch—the intrusion wasn’t painful. Eli’s body seemed to welcome Noah’s cock, especially as the alpha lowered to his elbows, his chest brushing Eli’s, his body pumping out more of those delicious pheromones that filled Eli’s head with fog.
“Fuck. You feel—Eli, you feel—”
Eli had to work to make his mouth move the way it should, the pressure inside him so good and so overwhelming that he was worried he might spontaneously combust. “Good?”
“So good. So soft and wet and warm.” Noah let out a breathless laugh. “Fuck. Is this what I’ve been missing out on?”
Eli wanted to tell him no, that sex wasn’t always like this. But who knew? Maybe for Noah, it would be. Maybe he was charming and amiable enough that all sex would feel like the best sex in the world, even when it was just getting started.
Had Eli said first times were supposed to be fun and silly? They were missing the mark by about a mile, then. He’d been right about the intensity. He needed to remind himself that they’d only met a few hours ago. That he was just a convenient excuse for Noah to rid himself of a virgin status he wasn’t too keen to hang on to.
“Can I move?” Noah asked, and Eli realized the alpha was trembling.
