Page 21 of Overeager (Extra Credit #1)

He was stopped in his tracks for a moment by the sight of him—Noah looked so good , his blond surfer curls just on this side of wild, a broad smile already on his lips, so happy just to be entering Eli’s home.

He was broad-shouldered and strong, definitely alpha in stature, but he had that casual looseness to him that made it so he didn’t dominate a space in an oppressive way.

He had presence, but he wasn’t overpowering.

And he smelled delicious.

Eli wanted him.

Right now.

Here was the alpha with the power to twist Eli into knots, but somehow the awareness didn’t feel stifling. Mostly because Noah wouldn’t abuse that power over him, even if he was made aware of it. Eli knew that, deep down in his guts.

Which was kind of where he wanted Noah to be right now.

Eli launched himself at Noah, throwing himself into his arms, and Noah dropped his bag on the floor without hesitation, catching Eli under his ass and opening his mouth to Eli’s aggressive kisses.

He smelled salty and fresh and perfect. Not suffocating, but … uplifting. Even as his pheromones deepened and sharpened with want and lust and other delicious undercurrents.

Eli didn’t waste any time, darting his hand under the waistband of Noah’s joggers, moaning his appreciation at the hot, velvety length of him, already hardening from Eli’s attentions.

Eli could get him off just like this, quick and easy with Noah’s … youthful enthusiasm, but Eli already knew what he wanted. He wanted that wide-eyed, desperate appreciation Noah radiated when Eli got his mouth on him.

Eli broke the kiss, dodging Noah’s mouth when he tried to start it up again, twisting out of Noah’s arms instead and scrambling down his body. Eli tugged Noah’s joggers down as soon as he landed on his knees, letting out a harsh breath when Noah’s huge, hard cock bounced in front of his face.

Noah let out a breathless laugh. “What—?”

“Wanna suck you,” Eli told him, peering up at him from the floor, already fisting the base of Noah’s cock. Where his knot might inflate, if Eli blew him just right. “Is that okay?”

“Is that—?” Noah let out a groan, his head banging back against the door, the motion revealing the length of his strong, taut throat.

Eli wanted to bite it.

All in due time.

Meanwhile Noah was agreeing, “Fuck yes , that’s okay.”

Eli let out a happy hum, lapping at the fat, mushroomlike tip of Noah’s cock, where precum was already beading. Salty. Musky. Delicious.

Eli mouthed along the length of him, somewhere between hungry and worshipful. After a moment, Noah’s hands landed on his head, his fingers running through Eli’s strands. He didn’t try to lead him to do anything, just kind of grasped and petted, desperate to touch him in any way he could.

Eli liked that. A lot.

He could feel himself getting slick as he sucked Noah’s cock into his mouth, working his way as far down as he could, which wasn’t even to the edge of where Noah’s knot would inflate. He used his hands to make up the difference, squeezing and stroking in the way he’d learned Noah liked.

Noah was loud during blow jobs. Lots of “fucks” and “oh gods” and “shit, yeah, that’s so fucking goods.”

It made Eli wet as hell, and honestly, it was great for the ego.

He got lost in his task, reveling in the heavy weight of Noah’s cock on his tongue, but when Noah began pulling at his hair with purpose, Eli peered up to meet his eyes.

And apparently that was all Noah had wanted because he let out a desperate groan, grunting, “God, yes. So pretty. Gonna come, baby. Gonna make me come.”

Eli hummed his approval, rubbing at his own hard cock through his sweats, his hole clenching around air. He went as deep as he could, gagging himself, but it was worth it when Noah let out a strangled moan, his salty release flooding Eli’s mouth.

Eli swallowed every drop he could, massaging Noah’s burgeoning knot with his hands. It wouldn’t inflate fully without an omega to take it in, but he knew it was a sensitive area regardless.

Plus, it was fun to squeeze. Like a stress ball.

When Noah was done shuddering, Eli slid his mouth down his length once more, lapping at the side of his half knot. And then he sucked.

Noah yelped, his head slamming against the door. “Oh! Oh fuck !”

Eli paused. “Okay?”

The hands in his hair tightened. “Yes. Jesus. Yes. Do it again,” Noah begged. “Fucking fuck.”

Eli grinned. See? So appreciative.

He sucked around the sides of Noah’s half knot, his hand catching at the cum that dribbled out each time he did. It was no wonder it was always such a mess when Noah knotted him, if this wasn’t even half of it.

Eventually, Noah either grew too oversensitive or too impatient, and he slid his hands down to Eli’s shoulders, pulling him up. He licked into Eli’s mouth, sliding his hand inside Eli’s underwear at the same time and grasping Eli’s hard, leaking cock.

Eli was beyond wet at this point, and Noah took full advantage, stroking him in a smooth, squelching glide.

Eli whined into the kiss, bucking his hips.

“That’s it,” Noah soothed, his other hand grasping Eli’s neck lightly, his thumb brushing tantalizingly against his scent gland. “Come in my hand, baby. Gonna taste you after, suck you off my fingers like you sucked down my cock.”

Eli didn’t last long after that.

After Noah did exactly as he’d said—sucking Eli’s cum off his fingers like it was the finest delicacy—he gave him a deliriously bright grin, his dimples in full force. “So. What did I do to deserve such a warm welcome?”

“I just …” Eli tried to find the words to express the ferocious need he’d felt, seeing Noah at his door, but all that he could summon was, “I just … like you.”

Noah’s eyes softened, his smile growing impossibly wide. “I like you too. So much.”

He ducked his head into Eli’s throat to scent mark him and then stiffened. “You … met an alpha today?”

He didn’t sound accusing, just … cautious.

Eli bit back a curse. Fucking Richard and his stupid fucking tobacco pheromones.

He didn’t want to tell Noah about Richard’s visit, not now. It wasn’t like he was hiding anything, but he didn’t want to bring that bullshit into this space just yet. Especially after what had just passed between them. This hadn’t been about that. It had been about Noah.

So Eli settled for a half-truth. “Some uppity business dude came into my office before my lecture. He works for the dean.”

Noah took another sniff, his chest rumbling with a half growl. “Kinda rude with his pheromones,” he said, his voice harsher than its usual low drawl.

“Tell me about it,” Eli laughed, not sure if he sounded crazed or natural. “It was suffocating.”

Noah let out a soft, rumbling noise, and then he scent marked Eli as he’d intended, rubbing his face against Eli’s neck until all signs of Richard had been obliterated. “Better?”

Eli let out a relieved sigh, letting his weight fall into Noah. “So much better.”

And it was, wasn’t it? This thing with Noah. Better in pretty much every way.

If only they didn’t have to keep it hidden.