Page 13 of Overeager
“I didn’t knot you though.” Noah grinned at him. “I was a good boy.”
“I know.”
“I was too nervous, I think.”
Some part of Eli relaxed at that. Of course. It wasn’t that he wasn’t a worthy omega (and what was he even doing, thinking like that outside of a heat?). It was just that they were strangers, and it was Noah’s first time. The circumstances weren’t exactly conducive to a knot.
“Did I make you feel good?” Noah asked, his gaze searching Eli’s face for some sign. “Tell me honestly.”
“You made me feel amazing,” Eli reassured him. And it was true. What Noah had lacked in skill he’d more than made up for with enthusiasm. And a very specific type of intensity, one that somehow turned Eli on without making him feel self-conscious.
“Good.” Noah’s head dipped down as he rubbed against the crook of Eli’s shoulder, scent marking him again. As if they weren’t already drenched in each other’s pheromones.
Eli tilted his neck, fully encouraging the unnecessary gesture.
When Eli was thoroughly saturated with his scent, Noah finally pulled out. Eli’s chest tightened at the obscene gush of slick—why was it so embarrassing sometimes?—but Noah looked positively mesmerized, frozen in place and staring at Eli’s entrance.
Eli cleared his throat. “Now would be the time to politely offer to clean up your partner.”
“Of course.” But Noah didn’t move, giving Eli a sheepish grin. “Unless you’d want to …”
Eli’s gaze dropped down, his eyes widening in disbelief. Noah’s cock was standing upright once again, covered in Eli’s fluids and dripping onto the mattress. “Oh my god. You’re hard again. You—” He giggled, the pressure in his chest loosening, leaving him with a light, airy feeling. “You really are young.”
“I am,” Noah said with an easier smile, his hand stroking Eli’s hip. “But also you’re really, really sexy.”
Eli wasn’t. He never had been. He was too serious. Too awkward. Too determined in his work and not focused enough on being the right kind of omega.
But in this moment, with Noah, Eli could almost believe it.
He let his legs fall open completely, uncharacteristically wanton. “Okay, Noah. We can do it again.”
Eli woke up stiff,his body sore in a very specific, well-used way. He grinned into his pillow before inhaling not so subtly. His pillow—the entire loft, really—reeked of alpha pheromones and sex. Neither were scents he’d experienced much lately, and he had to resist the urge to mouth at the fabric like a horny loon.
There was a note on the covers next to him, written on the cabin’s stationary. A phone number. And underneath:
Had to go. Roommate emergency. Please, please,pleasecall me.
P.S. Best night of my life. A+ teacher.
Xxx
Noah
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Noah
Noah was twitchy as hell as he drove up to the off-campus apartment he shared with his two roommates, his jaw tense and his fingers clenched on the steering wheel.
Usually he loved coming home to his roomies—that was the advantage of living with his best bros—but he hadnotbeen ready to leave Eli’s bed that morning. The omega had been so soft and warm, curled into Noah’s chest, and he’d smelled so good, that tart and fresh scent overlaid with the musk of sex, and Noah could have easily rolled them both over and—
He coughed, shifting in his seat. Okay, probably time to stop thinking about it before he walked into the apartment with a raging alpha boner. He took a deep breath as he parked in the drive, trying to calm himself back down.
But fuck, if Spencer hadn’t texted,It’s a disaster. 911. Come home immediately,and then ignored all Noah’s texts and calls afterward,Noah would have stayed until Eli kicked him out. He was almost positive Eli would have agreed to a round three. Because round two had been …
Well, round two had been fuckinggreat. Noah hadn’t been quite so quick to lose it as the first time, and he’d gotten to touch Eli, to learn how to stroke him in time with his thrusts until he’d had the omega coming because ofhim. Because ofhistouch andhiscock, whimpering sweetly and spurting all over Noah’s fist.
Well, damn.So much for no boner.
