Page 19 of Overeager (Extra Credit #1)

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 had forgotten what 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.

But Noah couldn’t linger with the sensation, couldn’t stand there teasing at the tip. Because Eli’s heels were already digging into him, pushing Noah to fill him completely.

Impatient little thing this morning.

Noah tried to catch his breath after bottoming out, his cock encased completely in perfect, tight heat. “Holy fuck. Are you— Is it good?”

He’d done this too much last time, hadn’t he?

Asked Eli over and over how he was feeling.

But Eli hadn’t seemed to mind then, and he didn’t seem to mind now.

He just laughed breathlessly—the action fluttering his muscles around Noah in a way that had him clenching down to resist blowing his load too soon—and pressed his heels in again.

“Move, Alpha.”

Oh. Oh fuck. Noah hadn’t thought he was the type to get hard from an omega calling him “Alpha.” He’d had enough omegas try it flirtatiously at parties, and it had never gotten under his skin.

But now, with Eli’s breathy order ringing in his ear, a shiver ran down Noah’s spine, heat pooling in his belly like liquid fire, and his pheromones flooded out.

Eli whimpered, and Noah’s hips started rocking before he was even aware of it. He braced a hand on the counter for leverage, the other firmly holding on to Eli’s waist, and let himself sink into a rhythm. He captured Eli’s mouth again, drinking in his little moans.

God, it felt good. So good. Too good.

Had Noah really been bragging about how long he was going to last this time? Idiot. His only hope was to make Eli feel as good as possible in the meantime.

He released Eli’s mouth after one last hard suck of his bottom lip before kissing down his neck and moving the hand on Eli’s waist to his cock, stroking him like he’d seen him stroke himself. “Like this?” he asked.

Eli arched into him. “ Yes . Yes, like that.”

Noah lost himself in it—the hot feel of Eli around him, the warmth of him in his hand. Every now and then Eli would give him a fevered instruction. “Harder, Noah. Faster. No, slower. There. Right there .” And sometimes, even better, just moan his name, “Noah. Noah .”

When Eli spilled over Noah’s fist with a keening cry, Noah felt fucking invincible. He’d done that again. Made Eli feel good with his touch, with his cock.

But it was a mistake, watching Eli come.

The look of him—the high color on his cheeks, his pretty brown eyes heavy-lidded with want, his cute mouth all slack and open—all that combined with the feel of his muscles spasming around Noah had the pleasure in him unspooling, Noah’s cock jerking and his orgasm rushing through him before he was ready.

He was about to pull back and away. Except Eli had said …

Noah dipped his head onto Eli’s shoulder, groaning as his knot began to swell. “I can— Can I? Eli, can I?”

Alphas didn’t typically knot with every orgasm—and they needed to be inside an omega or a willing beta for their knot to swell completely—but the memory of Eli asking for it last night was enough to push Noah toward it, the blood rushing to his dick with renewed vigor even as he came inside Eli.

Eli stared at him glassily. He looked almost drugged, either from his orgasm or from the potent mix of pheromones flooding the kitchen. “Yess,” he slurred. “Do it, Noah.”

Noah pressed forward mindlessly, rocking his hips until his half-formed knot caught on Eli’s rim and pushed through, expanding completely once he was sheathed inside, like his body had only been waiting.

The pressure was … insane. Overwhelming. Noah had never felt anything like it, the way Eli squeezed around his knot.

Eli whined, a distinctly omega sound Noah hadn’t heard him make yet. His muscles started spasming around Noah’s knot, like he was coming again, only dry this time, his cock still soft and spent. There was the squelching sound of slick trying to escape around Noah’s knot.

It was perfect. It was filthy. It was too fucking much.

Noah tried to form words. He needed to make sure, right? “G-Good?” he managed to ask through his tight throat.

“Good,” Eli confirmed. He threw his head back with a cry as he spasmed again, and the length of his neck was like sin. Noah could bite. Right there. Just sink his fucking teeth in. He wouldn’t, but he could. “Good,” Eli repeated. “So good.”

They stayed like that for who knew how long, Noah rocking back and forth in tiny, incremental movements, filling Eli up again and again as his knot pulsed.

He’d never knotted anyone before. Obviously, since he’d never fucked anyone before. He’d squeezed his own while jerking off, sure. But this—it was like a continual orgasm, draining his cock almost as surely as it drained his brain cells.

How the fuck did anyone get anything done in this world, if this was what knotting someone felt like? How was everyone not just fucking their brains out all the time?

He’d have to ask Eli, when he could form full sentences again.

Eventually things settled, Noah’s knot locked in place but no longer pulsing, Eli’s channel snug but no longer spasming.

The fog in Noah’s brain finally cleared a little.

They probably had another half hour to go before they could separate—it wouldn’t last hours like it would during a rut or a heat, but it definitely wasn’t deflating yet.

Eli seemed to be coming to at the same time as Noah. He pressed a hand to his face, his cheeks bright red. “Oh god.”

“What’s wrong?” Noah asked in alarm, his hands moving frantically but not settling anywhere. “Should I not have—?”

“No,” Eli reassured him, peering at him through his fingers. “It’s just—” He tilted his chin, encompassing the kitchen, the way he was still sitting on the kitchen counter. “This isn’t exactly an ideal location. I know better.” He bit at his lower lip, looking sheepish. “I got … caught up.”

Oh. Well, that was hot as fuck—that Noah had made Eli mindless enough to forget where they were. But of course it would be uncomfortable for him, sitting on the hard counter until Noah’s knot went down.

Noah reached carefully for his discarded robe and threw it on the tiled floor. “Put your arms around my neck,” he instructed.

Eli did, even as he asked, “What are you—?”

He squealed as Noah lifted him, still impaled on his knot.

“Shh, baby,” Noah murmured, tucking Eli against him. “I’ve got you.”

He lowered them both carefully—so fucking carefully—to the floor, tilting to his side so they were settled facing each other on top of the robe.

It was still an awkward-as-fuck position—lesson learned there—but Noah managed to slowly lift Eli’s leg until it was over his hips, cushioning Eli’s head with his arm. He had to make each movement cautiously—every time he moved his knot, it pulled on Eli’s rim, and Eli whimpered or moaned in turn.

Eventually they were situated more or less decently. Noah ran a soothing hand along Eli’s side. “Better?”

Eli giggled, the sound cutting off into another groan as the laughter jostled Noah’s knot inside him. “I can’t believe I let you knot me on the kitchen counter. Rookie mistake.”

Noah grinned. “Well, I am a rookie.”

Eli frowned at him indignantly. “ I’m not.”

Noah kissed him. Because he wanted to. Because he could.

“Thank you,” he said afterward.

Eli arched his brows. “For leading you astray in the art of alpha-omega sex?”

“For giving me a chance.” Noah pressed his forehead to Eli’s, putting every ounce of his sincerity into his words. “I’m going to be so good to you, Eli. You won’t regret it. I won’t let you.”

Eventually, Noah’s knot deflated, and the two of them showered once again.

(It turned out a lot of fluids were involved in knotting, and while Eli had patiently put up with Noah getting incredibly horny about the ample evidence of their union, he’d also insisted they both clean off afterward.)

Now they were on the couch together, trying to find something decent to watch, neither of them up to much besides vegging out. The knotting had been intense, even with the absurdity of the location, and it seemed like they could both use a little mindless recovery time.

Eli was in soft joggers and a tee, and Noah was in Eli’s clean robe (the one not covered in cum and slick) while his clothes went through the wash.

While Eli flicked through the streaming channels, Noah turned his phone on, finally ready for it after a long morning of avoidance. He had … quite a few texts. And some missed calls from Spencer.

Chase would be the safer option.

“I gotta check in,” Noah told Eli, who slid his head off Noah’s shoulder with a soft but disgruntled grumble, allowing Noah to get up from the couch and head into the yard for some privacy.

Chase picked up on the second ring. “Yo.”

Noah could immediately hear Spencer in the background, whining, “Is that him? Why’s he calling you back?”

“Spencer freaking out?” Noah asked mildly.

Chase chuckled. “To be fair, you’ve never not come home before.”

“I’m fine. Just … met someone.”

He could have meant anyone, but Chase obviously wasn’t fooled. He was silent for a moment, then asked lightly, “You found your omega?”

Noah debated lying. He really did. But it wasn’t like Chase didn’t already know at least half of it. “I did,” he admitted. “It’s, um, going well.”

“So we’ll be seeing a lot less of you for a while.” There was no censure in the statement. And no further questions, for which Noah was incredibly grateful.

Although, Spencer sounded in the background again, unwilling to let anything go. “What does that mean? Why? Why can’t he bring the omega over here ?”

Noah ignored it all, letting Chase know, “I’m at least staying the night again tonight. If he’ll let me.”

“Cool. I’ll manage the head case.”

“I’ll show you head case ,” Spencer growled, and then there was the distinct sound of tussling.

Noah hung up.

He headed back inside the house, smiling as he reached the couch. Eli looked incredibly soft, his face the picture of drowsy contentment, his pheromones a perfect match. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah.” Noah settled next to him, pulling Eli’s head back to his shoulder. “I’ll have to head back tomorrow. My laptop and everything is at our apartment. I’ve got homework to keep up with, you know.”

“Don’t remind me.” Eli wrapped an arm around Noah’s middle. “But you’ll stay tonight?”

Something bubbly and sweet and perfect fizzled in Noah’s chest. “Definitely.”

“We can get takeout?” Eli asked. “And watch a movie?” He sounded almost uncertain, like Noah was going to disapprove of his plans.

But it all sounded perfect to Noah. “Only if it’s a very, very stupid movie.”

He was rewarded with a bright grin. “Deal.”