Page 36 of Overeager
Jesus.
He forced himself to take a breath. “Um …”
“And of course,” Noah continued, as if Eli hadn’t spoken, lifting Eli’s other arm and giving it the same thorough treatment. “I never tasted you, which is a fucking crime. With how good you smell?” He shook his head, then grasped Eli’s chin lightly, his eyes searing into him. “Will you let me, Eli? Let me taste you like I’ve been dying to?”
“Um …” Eli tried to remind himself that he had his doctorate and should thus be able to string two words together at a time. Who was the inexperienced virgin between the two of them again?
Noah’s grin was knowing. “You can nod if you agree.”
Eli nodded dumbly, and Noah turned him toward the wall of the shower, his hands as gentle as ever. “Hands on the wall, baby.”
Well, that was ridiculous. Eli was thirteen years older than Noah. And divorced. He couldn’t be anyone’s baby, could he?
Also, he’s your student.
Eli shut that voice down immediately. That voice wasn’t allowed in here today. Not when something very, very good was about to happen, thanks to Eli’s very, very bad decision-making.
Noah’s hands landed on Eli’s hips, his breath ghosting over his back as he knelt behind him on the tile.
Eli twisted to look at him. “Your knees.”
Noah laughed. “Believe me, my knees will be fine.”
He parted Eli’s cheeks, staring intently. Oh god. Eli had forgotten the way Noah looked at him during sex. Like he was studying Eli. Like there’d be an exam later and he was making sure he’d pass with flying colors.
Don’t think about exams, you idiot.
Noah brushed a finger over Eli’s hole. “I can’t believe I was inside this tiny space.”
Eli made a noise, possibly the same breathless squeak Noah had mentioned before. He couldn’t be sure.
“I shouldn’t be able to fit,” Noah mused. “You’re so little, baby.” He grinned up at Eli. “But I guess that’s what slick is for.”
Eli groaned, turning back to the wall and pressing his forehead against the cool tile. He couldn’t handle the full force of Noah’s smile while he was kneeling at Eli’s feet, toying with his hole.
But apparently the smile was the least of Eli’s worries, because in the next moment, he felt the wet warmth of Noah’s tongue swiping over him.
“Oh.Oh.”
Noah let out a deep, rumbling groan. “Holy shit. You taste so good.” He licked over Eli’s crease again, moaning hungrily. “So fucking good. Oh my god.”
And then his thumbs were dipping into Eli’s hole, spreading him as wide as he was able, and he placed a sucking kiss over Eli’s entrance.
Eli’s cock jerked as he howled, precum leaking almost as thick as his slick. Noah grunted, and then his tongue was back, dipping in as far as he could.
His approach was … ferocious. There was no finesse, no teasing. Just hunger and enthusiasm and a complete lack of shame.
Eli started making noises he couldn’t remember ever making before, his knees trembling, barely up to the task of holding him up to be devoured.
At some point he dimly registered the sound of Noah stroking himself. “N-No,” he protested.
Noah stopped what he was doing immediately, and Eli peered back at him. There was slick all over Noah’s chin, the shower spray barely reaching him to wash it away. “No?” Noah asked, hesitant for the first time. “I’m … Is it—is it bad?”
“What? No! Jesus. It’s um … very good.” As should have been more than evident by the immense amount of slick coating Eli’s inner thighs, the steady stream of it too thick for even Noah’s greedy gulping to keep up with. “But you can’t come yet,” he said stupidly. “You’re supposed to fuck me.”
Maybe he’d forgotten to tell Noah that was the plan?
There had to have been a better way to say it, but Eli’s brain was foggy with arousal, his balls tight and his cock painfully hard. How was he supposed to be diplomatic at a time like this?
