Page 80 of Overeager
Their families, Noah’s roommates—Eli and Noah would finally be letting them in.
It felt good. Fucking amazing, actually.
Noah was already working on the button of Eli’s pants. “I study better after sex.”
“Liar,” Eli accused, leaning back to let Noah slide his zipper down. His erection was pressing too hard against it, and he wanted the relief. “If anything, you get hornier after the first round.”
“Okay, okay. How about this,” Noah offered as he toyed with the band of Eli’s underwear, sending goose bumps along Eli’s lower belly. “Sex. Then lunch. Then more sex. Then studying.”
Eli pretended to think it over. “Or,” he countered. “Sex.Study. Lunch.Study. Thenpossiblymore sex, if I deem you’ve studied enough.”
Noah’s brow furrowed into a mock frown. “I think mine was better.”
“Take off your pants.”
Eli had never seen Noah move so fast. Eli followed suit, finishing what Noah had started, and when they were both naked—Deadly having left the couch in a huff with the flurry of activity—he crawled back onto Noah’s lap, hovering over Noah’s knees.
God, his alpha had a beautiful cock. Thick and veiny, with that knot at the base just waiting to inflate inside Eli’s welcoming body.
Eli gripped the shaft in his hand, lining himself up before lowering, breathing out to encourage his body to accept the welcome intrusion.
Noah groaned with every conquered inch, his hands skating over Eli’s sides as he threw his head back. “Yeah, um, thirty seconds might be a generous estimate.”
Heat flashed through Eli. He knew it was a joke—Noah had lasted much, much longer than that many times before—but it was also one of Eli’s favorite things, the way Noah wanted him so badly. The way he acted like every sexual experience with Eli was a gift from heaven. It made Eli feel beautiful. Desirable. Almost wanton.
He gave a slow roll of his hips, closing his eyes to savor the sensation.Mm. That was good. Eli didn’t have to go fast and hard at all for Noah’s thick, perfect cock to hit all the right places. He could keep going like he was, with long, smooth movements, mouthing at Noah’s skin absently wherever he could reach—his collarbone, his shoulder, that little spot behind his ear, where his curls tickled Eli’s nose.
“Baby,” Noah eventually murmured, his arms curved behind Eli’s back, holding him close as Eli rocked.
“Mm?”
He could hear the smile in Noah’s voice. “I thought you needed this to be quick?”
Oh. Right. Eli’s cheeks heated, a warmth to match the fiery tingle that was already running down his spine. Because he’d told Noah they needed to hurry up, and then he’d planted himself on top of him for the most leisurely fuck of the century.
“I got, um … distracted?” he mumbled, the words coming out muffled against Noah’s shoulder.
Noah tugged Eli gently by the hair until he was looking up at him, able to see his grin. “Did you? By what?”
Eli squirmed in place, embarrassed in spite of himself, only to bite back a moan as the movement jostled Noah’s cock deep inside him.
Noah grunted, and Eli repeated the movement.
“Does it feel good, fucking yourself slowly like that?” Noah asked, setting a stilling hand on Eli’s hip, holding him securelyin place. He didn’t sound like he was teasing anymore. He was asking seriously, checking in the way he always did.
“Mm.” Eli nodded dreamily. “So good.”
“Can I help?”
Eli nodded again, and Noah’s hands traveled to his ass cheeks, where they settled with a firm grip. When Eli started rocking again, Noah helped his movements, andohhh, that was really fucking nice. So deep. So perfect.
Eli let his head fall back, gasping.
Noah swore quietly. “Fuck. You look …” He let out a harsh breath. “God, you’re pretty.”
He started using his hold to speed Eli’s pace, and that was good too. They were supposed to be going fast, weren’t they? They were supposed to be … working?
The thought left Eli’s head as soon as it had entered it, flushed out by their frantic panting and bitten moans and the way Noah’s cock speared him so deeply he thought it might just stay there forever.
