Page 37 of Overeager (Extra Credit #1)

Noah

T wo months later

“Oh my god. Right there. Right there.”

“Yeah? You feeling good, baby?”

“So good. So, so good.”

Noah grinned, letting Eli tug his head down for a kiss, moaning more of his enthusiastic appreciation into Noah’s mouth. When his moans gave way to a steady stream of whines, his mouth too slack to keep kissing, Noah nudged Eli’s head to the side with his nose, mouthing down his neck instead.

The new position must have put Eli’s vision in line with the clock in his bedroom, because suddenly he gasped, his hands landing on Noah’s shoulders. “Oh god!” he cried, in alarm instead of pleasure. “They’re gonna—gonna be here soon.”

Noah kept pumping his hips. “We’ll be done soon, too, baby.”

He didn’t mean to sound so cocky, but he knew Eli’s body inside and out at this point, and Eli was close, judging by the noises he’d been making, the way his inner muscles were clamping down like they wanted to lock Noah inside him, and the flood of slick that was easing the glide between them.

“The room,” Eli panted. “Sex. Phero—sex scents. Rude.”

There was also the fact that he was having trouble finding his words. That was a dead giveaway.

Noah paused for a moment, gliding a hand over Eli’s cheek in reassurance. “Good thing no one will be coming into the bedroom, then, huh?”

And Noah hadn’t meant to attack Eli right before their guests arrived. But Eli had come out wearing the same indecently short swim shorts Noah had met him in, and Noah hadn’t been able to help himself.

His omega was just so fucking pretty.

Despite his protests about “rude sex scents,” Eli immediately started whining again, pressing his hips up in protest at the lack of motion, and Noah took pity on him, picking up the pace and hitching Eli’s leg higher, hitting his sweet spot over and over until Eli was letting out a breathless, wordless, high-pitched cry, his cock spurting between them, covering his sweet little belly in cum.

Fuck yeah.

Noah’s balls tightened, and his knot swelled, and he started shortening his thrusts, careful to keep that knot out of Eli’s eager, stretched hole. Eli was right—their guests would be here soon, and they didn’t have time to stay knotted together, as hot as that would be.

Noah’s own orgasm washed over him, and he teased himself by grinding his half-swollen knot against Eli’s entrance, rubbing without slipping inside. He pressed kisses along Eli’s neck and chest, not ready to let him out of his arms just yet. “So good,” he murmured. “Always so good.”

Eli allowed it for probably longer than he should have, all limp and boneless from his orgasm, and then he was scrambling out from under Noah with a yelp, trying to tug his shorts on and straighten his hair at the same time.

Noah, moving much slower as he waited for his knot to go down, still somehow managed to get dressed before him, in his own swim shorts and tank.

“How do I look?” Eli asked hopefully, once they were both clothed.

He looked freshly fucked, was what he looked like. His pretty brown eyes were still a little glassy, his lips were red and kiss-bitten, and his hair was still in full bedroom mode.

But he was nervous enough, so Noah grinned easily. “You look gorgeous, baby.”

It was the truth.

The doorbell rang, and Eli waved him on. “You get it. Let me grab a shirt.”

Noah made his way out of the bedroom and over to the front door before opening it to find Spencer on the other side, tanned and toned and already shirtless, wearing the tiniest swim shorts known to man—they even put Eli’s little pair to shame.

Chase was right behind him, his short-sleeved button-down hanging open and his hat flipped backward.

Spencer took one look at Noah and cackled. “You just got laaaaaid,” he sang out.

Noah hauled him inside with a hand on his shoulder, giving Chase a much gentler pat in greeting. “Dude. Shut it. Don’t embarrass Eli.”

“Me?” Spencer asked innocently. “Never. Eli loves me.” At the sight of the man in question, Spencer perked up even more, yelling out, “Eliiiiijah,” in the same singsong tone.

And, sure enough, Eli grinned at him shyly, looking more adorable than anyone had a right to. “Spencer. Chase. You’re right on time.”

“Damn straight.” Spencer tossed the bag he was carrying into Noah’s chest, loping over to Eli. “Never catch me running late to a pool party. Your house is sick as fuck, by the way.”

“Thank you!” Eli tucked his arm into Spencer’s, leading him on an enthusiastic tour that would no doubt not include the main bedroom.

Those two got on weirdly well, opposites as they were. Eli had a way of taking Spencer’s energy at face value, never getting offended by Spencer’s over-the-top antics. And Spencer seemed to take comfort in Eli, in his warmth and steady presence. He hadn’t had a lot of that in his life so far.

It was sweet, even if it sometimes made Noah want to push Spencer into a wall, just to get his boyfriend back for a damn minute.

The rest of the guests arrived within the hour, first Faith and Liz, and then finally Ash and Ryder.

It was a small group for a party—Noah and Eli were still a few weeks away from being allowed to be officially official—but it felt right.

Faith made ridiculously strong margaritas for everyone, and Spencer had brought enough pool floaties to equip an army.

By late afternoon, they were a mellow, sun-fucked group, sleepy from the heat and the alcohol. Noah was half dozing in a lounge chair, listening to Eli, who was on the pool steps with Faith, telling her about his upcoming meeting. “I was shocked Professor Burke even agreed.”

“Professor Burke?”

Noah opened his eyes to find Chase sitting upright in his flamingo floatie, almost tipping over in the process, his margarita sloshing in its plastic cup.

“Yeah.” Eli twisted to include Chase in the conversation. “Killian Burke? He’s a stats professor.” He cocked his head at Chase, reading his expression. “You’ve had him?”

“Last semester.” Chase took a gulp of his margarita. “He’s, uh, meeting with you?”

Eli nodded eagerly. “He’s published a few books already, the sort of ‘academic lite,’ accessible thing I’m aiming for.

Different subject matter, of course, but I think it still might be helpful to pick his brain about the publishing process.

” He bit at his lip, admitting, “He’s always intimidated me though. ”

Chase tilted his head, about to say something, but Noah interrupted before he could help himself, pointing at Chase’s neck, at the telltale splotch he’d somehow just noticed. “Chase Adler, is that a hickey on your neck?”

“What?” But Chase slapped his free hand directly over the distinct bruise, giving himself away. Noah wasn’t sure how he hadn’t already noticed it—he guessed he’d been too busy soaking in the vibes of the party.

“Yeahhh,” Spencer drawled from his unicorn floatie, tearing himself away from staring at Ryder’s thigh tattoos—dude was not subtle with his appreciation—to pout in Chase’s general direction. “He’s definitely fucking someone. And he’s being just as cagey as you used to be.”

Noah almost joked about Chase sneaking around with another professor, ridiculous as the thought was, but he didn’t get a chance, as Spencer was still lamenting, “No one’s ever home anymore. Just me, all by my lonesome.”

Chase blanched. “That’s not—”

“We’re there sometimes,” Ash broke in, frowning at Spencer like he was legitimately offended by the omission. He was sharing a floatie with Ryder, their combined weight pushing it deep enough into the pool that they were more submerged than not. “You’re not always alone.”

“Yeah.” Spencer shrugged, sipping at his beer with a cagey half smile. “I guess that counts. Sort of.”

Ryder reached out a hand and shoved Spencer’s floatie out to the deep end.

“Hey!” Spencer protested, trying to catch at the pool wall to stop himself and missing every time.

“You’ve been hanging out with Spence?” Noah asked his brother, ignoring Spencer’s wails about unjust exiles.

“Sometimes I stop by, and you’re—” Ash trailed off, shooting a smug look in Eli’s direction. “Located elsewhere.”

Noah huffed. “I have a phone, you know. You can do this crazy thing where you text me before you arrive.”

“Yeah, well”—Ash shrugged—“mine’s dead half the time.

” He tossed a look toward the deep end of the pool, where Spencer was paddling his way back to them, the neck of his beer held between his teeth.

“Plus, Spence is all right. Good to play video games with. He gets into it, unlike some people.” Ash shot a glare at Ryder.

Noah laughed. It had always driven Ash crazy that Ryder wouldn’t take certain games seriously enough. Noah’s brother was hot-blooded and competitive, whereas Ryder only got riled up when it really mattered.

It kind of warmed Noah’s heart, though, that Ash and Ryder were spending time with Spencer. He hadn’t realized Chase was seeing someone too. No wonder Spencer was feeling neglected. Noah was actually surprised he hadn’t been hearing more about it—Spencer wasn’t usually shy with that kind of thing.

Damn. Noah needed to get out of his love bubble and start paying a little closer attention to his friends. Maybe bring Eli over to the apartment more, once things emptied out a bit over summer break.

But for now, Noah basked in the glow of their party, soaking in the fucking fantastic feeling of having these people he cared about all together.

He watched as Spencer made his way back to the shallow end and tipped Ash and Ryder over into the water, immediately suffering retaliation as Ash flipped his floatie out from underneath him.

He watched Chase and Liz chat quietly, wrists locked together so they wouldn’t float away from each other, Chase slowly losing the blush he’d acquired when Noah had outed him for his hickey.

And he watched Eli laugh with his sister on the pool steps, every now and then tossing a smile Noah’s way, as if to make sure Noah still knew he was thinking of him.

Maybe Noah hadn’t been chill, when it came to getting together with Eli. Maybe he’d gone into the whole thing fast and strong and way too eager.

But he couldn’t regret it—not one single moment of it. Because part of him had always known, hadn’t he, that it could be like this? That he’d find exactly what he was looking for with Eli.

This warmth. This love. This sense of belonging.

Noah had been right to trust his instincts. He’d been right to proposition Eli that night, and he’d been right to pursue him afterward. His instincts had led him here, to this moment, to this man.

They’d led him home.