Page 35 of Overeager
Noah cocked his head, his gaze running over Eli’s dressed form. “Areyou?”
Eli placed his hands on his hips, aware he was probably blushing horribly. “Maybe.”
Noah smirked at him, reaching up to toy with the hem of his shirt, revealing a tantalizing strip of bare, tanned skin that Eli did his best not to stare at. “On the count of three?”
It was ridiculous. They’d both seen each other naked already. Noah had beeninsideEli, for heaven’s sake.
But Eli nodded, biting the inside of his cheek to hide his grin.
“One … two … three!”
They kept eye contact with each other as best they could while stripping off their clothes, and Eli couldn’t help his giggle when Noah tripped while pulling off his jeans and underwear, cursing and catching himself on the bathroom sink.
But the giggle caught in Eli’s throat when his gaze landed on Noah’s cock, already hard and bobbing in the air.
God, he was big.
Eli was going to have that inside him again, wasn’t he?
His hole clenched at the thought, slick escaping him.
Noah inhaled sharply, a low rumble leaving his throat, and suddenly the tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. “You smell so good, Eli.”
“I smell like gin.”
“Like gin,” Noah agreed with a smile. “And like slick.”
Well, then.
Eli stepped into the shower, sighing at the warm spray. Heat engulfed his back as Noah followed closely behind. “Let me wash you.”
Like Eli was going to argue with that. Apparently it was a morning for pampering, and he’d already decided to let it happen with the coffee. What was one more unbelievably sweet gesture to add to the pile?
He tilted his chin to the bodywash he favored, grimacing when Noah picked up the sparkly purple loofah next to it. “A gift from Faith,” he explained at Noah’s raised brow.
He turned, presenting his back. If he knew anything about dual showers, Noah was going to half-heartedly scrub at his back and then probably immediately take advantage and toy with his ass.
But Noah turned him gently back around until Eli was facing him, gazing into his eyes as he brushed the loofah over Eli’s chest. Eli had noticed before that Noah’s eye color was hard to place, a light brown that sometimes seemed green in the right light. His blond curls were plastered to his head by the water, and he still had his silver necklace on.
He was gorgeous.
“How was your week, Eli?” Noah asked politely, as if his extremely large and extremely hard cock wasn’t brushing against Eli’s stomach at that very moment.
“It was—” Eli coughed as the loofah brushed over his nipple. “Good?”
“Was it?” Noah hummed. “Good. Mine was unbearable. I missed you.”
“We haven’t spent enough time together for you to miss me.”
Jesus. Why did Eli keep doing that? Arguing every time Noah said something sweet?
But Noah only shrugged, running the loofah down Eli’s side, his lips twitching as Eli shivered at the delicate touch. “Still.”
“Your confidence is alarming.”
Noah grinned fully. “I’ve been told that before.” He lifted Eli’s arm, running the loofah along it and soaping up his armpit, his tone still conversational. “I kept thinking how it felt to be inside you. How warm and wet you were. You made these breathy little squeaks in the beginning, and then … Fuck. The sounds you made when you came.” He let out a harsh breath, as if remembering. “I want to make you scream like that while I’m fucking you. I want to make you come without touching yourself. I think if we practice enough, I’ll get there.”
He lowered Eli’s arm again, tapping a finger to Eli’s chest, and Eli realized he was barely breathing, his throat dry and paralyzed while slick dribbled out of him.
