Page 39 of Overeager
He slid his hands up Eli’s calves, squeezing his knees lightly. “My lips are sealed.”
“I’m being very stupid right now,” Eli told him quietly, but his knees fell open wider in invitation.
Noah shook his head slowly, his hands sliding higher until he could brush his thumbs along Eli’s hips. “I don’t think so. You’re very intelligent, Professor Miller.”
Eli kicked a heel against Noah’s ass in admonishment. “Don’t even start with that.”
“Okay,” Noah said agreeably. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to Eli’s chin. “Eli, then.” He pressed another kiss to his cheek. “Or … baby.”
He caught Eli’s lips before Eli could protest the term of endearment, undoing Eli’s robe and letting it fall open, leaving the omega open to his gaze. He took a pause from kissing him to admire the sight: Eli’s pretty cock was already plumping from Noah’s teasing touch, and Noah could smell his arousal, even though the slick wasn’t visible on his thighs yet.
Noah was sure it would be soon. Eli had been dripping with it in the shower.
Noah still couldn’t believe he’d gotten to taste it.
Fuck coffee. Fuck breakfast. Noah had already decided he could live on Eli’s slick alone. He’d never tasted anything that good before in his life.
He hoped he’d been halfway decent eating him out—the way Eli had shoved Noah’s face against himself as he’d come had been promising. But Noah had no idea what the fuck he was doing still, when it came to sex. He’d just have to hope his … enthusiasm had been enough.
Eli was still letting Noah touch him, so there was that. Noah couldn’t have been all that terrible.
But fuck it. He could ask, couldn’t he?
“Was it okay?” he murmured, breaking another kiss. “What I did in the shower? Did I do okay?”
Eli let out a slow breath, and the sharp, citrusy scent of his pheromones deepened. The blood rushed to Noah’s cock as he inhaled deeply, trying to get that scent all the way to his veins. “It was very okay, Noah.”
“Really?” Noah had to kiss Eli’s throat to hide his smug grin. “You’d let me do it again sometime?”
Eli huffed a laugh, his breath stirring Noah’s curls. “Oh, I think so.”
“What could I do to make it better?” Noah asked, mouthing some more at the warm skin of Eli’s throat. “To make you feel good?”
“You could stick your dick in me afterward.”
Noah leaned back, gleefully shocked. “So forward of you,” he teased. “I don’t remember putting booze in your coffee.”
Eli flushed, and Noah watched the pretty color travel down his chest as the omega squirmed on the counter. “I can’t stop thinking about that night. Your mouth was—” The scent of slick filled the air as he continued to squirm. “It was really good. But I want to do it again.” His hand caught Noah’s wrist as his voice lowered. “Need you in me again.”
Noah was suddenly caught in a vague feeling of unreality. He’d been wanting Eli, thinking about him, dreaming about him, ever since the cabin. However nonsensical or silly his stubbornness after a single night might have seemed, he’d been prepared to hold out for the long haul.
And here was Eli telling him he wanted Noah to fuck him again.
Now, presumably.
“Well, fuck.” Noah tugged Eli’s hips forward. His cock was hardening rapidly, his own pheromones surging darkly. “I can accommodate that.”
He trailed kisses down Eli’s chest, capturing one of his pretty, pink nipples in his mouth, sucking until Eli was grabbing at his hair, tugging him closer with a moan. He undid his own robe without letting up, throwing it somewhere on the counter as he slid his fingers toward Eli’s hole, exploring the wetness there.
“You fucked me open with your tongue already,” Eli told him, knocking his hand away. “Put your cock in me, Noah.”
“Jesus.”
Apparently the patient, coaxing Eli from the cabin was on hiatus, and demanding, randy Eli was at the helm. Noah didn’t mind one fucking bit. They were on the same page; that was for sure—he wanted back in there too.
He grabbed his aching cock, lining himself up with an annoyingly shaky hand. He watched intently as his cockhead breached Eli’s rim, but then his eyes almost crossed at the overwhelming sensation of being sucked inside, and he had to close them.
It wasn’t like Noah hadforgottenwhat it felt like—how could he have forgotten, when the experience was burned into his brain?—but he’d misremembered the intensity. Eli was so wet and warm and slick around him, even as his inner muscles clenched tightly around Noah’s cock. It was …Fuck, it was just so good.
