Page 10 of Overeager
Some strange warmth seared through Eli, and he couldn’t help the small gush of slick that came out of him with those words.
The hottest thing that had ever happened toNoah? What about Eli? He had an absurdly good-looking and ridiculously charming alpha poised above him, staring at his entrance like it was the key to all things good and holy.
Eli had never been looked at that way before in his life.
There was this hint of awe in Noah’s gaze, like he couldn’t truly believe he was in bed with Eli. Richard had certainly never looked at Eli like that. By the time they’d slept together for the first time, they’d already been dating for a while, and Eli had been, as some would put it, a sure thing.
It hadn’t been terrible—they really had been in love at that point—but it had been so serious, so official, and Eli had been so worried about pleasing his then-boyfriend that he hadn’t beenable to enjoy things as much as he would have liked. Which in turn had set the tone for their relationship—Richard’s pleasure first, Eli’s as an afterthought.
Eli couldn’t really blame his ex-husband—at least not for that—since he hadn’t known how to ask for anything better at the time.
But it didn’t feel like Eli had to worry too much about pleasing Noah, not when the alpha was so enthusiastic over every little thing Eli did.
Noah’s thumb slid back and forth over the sensitive skin of Eli’s inner thigh, bringing him back to the present, and that was enough thinking about past relationships, wasn’t it? What was happening right here and now was more than adequate to hold Eli’s complete, undivided attention.
He relaxed his leg in Noah’s hold, and Noah pressed his thigh even further back. Eli should have been embarrassed—he’d never thought he’d be the type to display himself like this, not with slick already running down his thighs from a little kissing and heavy petting—but Eli was Noah’s first, and he wanted Noah to be able to experience it all.
If Noah wanted to look, Eli would let him look.
As if he was reading Eli’s mind, Noah’s gaze shot to his, and the heat in his eyes was molten. “How do you like to be touched, Eli?”
His voice had taken on a deep, husky note, and his scent—a clean, salty medley that reminded Eli of ocean air—was thick and heady, and Eli could already feel a needy omega whine building at the back of his throat. Jesus. Was Noah really nervous about embarrassing himself? Apparently Eli was the one who should be concerned.
“Um. I don’t know,” he said stupidly. “It’s been a while.” At Noah’s cocked head, he found himself admitting, “A year. It’s been over a year since I’ve had sex.”
“I see.” Noah kept his gaze locked on Eli’s as his thumb slid higher up Eli’s thigh, creeping closer to his entrance, Noah’s hard swallow the only sign of his nerves. “So I’ll need to stretch you open, right?”
Stretching, yes. Definitely that. Noah’s cock was … appropriately sized, for an alpha. Thick as hell and slightly curved upward, veiny and angry red at the tip, with the puckered, loose skin at the base where his knot would inflate. It had been a struggle to look away when he’d first undressed—a struggle for Eli to tear his eyes away from that substantial proof of just how aroused Noah was.
The needy whine escaped Eli’s throat after all, and Noah’s eyes went dark. His thumb swiped across Eli’s entrance, and then he lifted it to his lips, tongue darting out.
Jesus Christ.
Eli held his breath as he watched Noah suck his thumb into his mouth, his eyes closing as he hummed. “Fuck, you taste good,” he murmured. “Does slick always taste this good?”
“I don’t—I don’t know.” Eli thought Noah might be looking at him now, but his own gaze was stuck on the sight of Noah’s wide mouth savoring the taste of his slick. “Most alphas seem to like it. People say they’re hard-wired to … you know.”
“I bet not all omegas taste like this though.”
Eli gasped as Noah leaned over him, pushing Eli’s bent leg to the side to make room for his broad form between Noah’s hips.
“Try it.” And then he was kissing Eli, sliding their tongues together. There was a new, tangy edge to Noah’s taste.
Eli’s slick.
Eli moaned, sucking on Noah’s tongue, more turned on by that than he should have been. Something about Noah’s strange mix of confidence and naivety had Eli’s hole clenching around air, suddenly empty and aching.
Noah broke the kiss, grinning at him. “Good, right?”
Eli panted, wide-eyed. “You’re so …”
“Shameless?” Noah’s grin widened. “So you’ve said.” Just as quickly as it had formed, his grin dropped, his expression turning devastatingly serious. “I want to make you feel good, Eli. Really good.”
Eli gestured to the slick running down his thighs. “Believe me, you are.”
Noah brushed at Eli’s entrance with his thumb again. “I’ve never fingered anyone before.”
“That’s okay.” Eli’s leg was getting sore hanging there, so he wrapped it around Noah’s hip. “Just touch me the way you like, and I’ll tell you if it doesn’t feel right.”
