Page 4 of Overeager (Extra Credit #1)

Noah grinned against Eli’s mouth, then slipped in his tongue, deepening the kiss immediately. He wasn’t going to allow some chaste press of lips, not when a night with Eli was at stake.

Eli tasted like champagne, fizzy and sweet. A hungry noise escaped Noah’s throat, and he moved his hand down, cupping the back of Eli’s neck, his thumb brushing a mere centimeter away from Eli’s scent gland. Where a mating mark would lie.

Eli made a little mewling noise that went straight to Noah’s dick, his scent blooming into something deeper. He tossed a leg over Noah, clambering halfway into his lap as Noah sucked on his tongue.

Fuck. This was it. This was perfect. Noah grabbed Eli’s hip, ready to grind up against him. He was already hardening, the combination of Eli’s taste and scent and innate eagerness setting his body on fire.

A hand settled on Noah’s chest, pushing him back gently.

Noah broke the kiss with a reluctant groan. Eli was panting, those golden-brown eyes wide, like he was surprised at himself. “So you’ve kissed before, I take it?”

Noah grinned at him. “Hey, Eli,” he said again.

“Yes?”

“Invite me in.”

Eli’s cabin was pretty much an exact replica of Noah’s, other than small differences in decoration. It was too small to pretend they were just there to extend the conversation, if either of them had been inclined to.

Eli was shivering, even with the heat turned up and a towel wrapped around him. Noah removed his own towel, placing it over Eli’s shoulders and rubbing briskly to help him dry off and warm up.

Eli gave Noah another shy, grateful smile, peering up at him sweetly, and for the first time that night, nerves crept in to mess with Noah’s head.

Noah really liked Eli already, and he had no idea what he was doing. What if he fucked it up? What if he couldn’t make Eli feel good?

He needed to ground himself, and there was only one way he wanted to do it.

“Hey.” He tugged his towel off Eli carefully, now that the omega was fully dried. “Can I scent mark you?”

Eli waited a beat before answering—Noah held his breath, afraid to make the slightest movement—and then he tilted his neck. “Of course.”

Fuck yeah. Noah stepped in close, lowering his head to the crook of Eli’s neck. He rubbed his forehead and cheeks against Eli’s soft skin, loosening his hold on his pheromones.

Eli let out a gasp, swaying into him. “ Oh .”

Noah lifted his head with immense effort. “Okay?” Maybe he’d come on too strong. He was turned on, and way too eager, and it was highly possible he’d just blasted Eli with an overwhelming wave of his scent.

But Eli was already nodding. “Yeah. It’s okay. You just—” He inhaled deeply, his eyes going a little hazy. He rubbed his forehead against Noah’s bare shoulder, scent marking him lightly in return. “You smell really good.”

“Yeah?” Noah grinned at him, suddenly feeling about ten feet tall. “I’m glad. Because you smell fucking delicious.”

He really, really did, especially without the chlorine getting in the way. There was a kind of tart freshness to Eli’s scent that made Noah want to drink him the fuck up. A delicious little frozen margarita, the kind with more citrus than sweetness.

Noah went back to scent marking Eli’s neck, possibly going a little overboard with it. But some of Noah’s nerves were already settling, now that Eli smelled like him.

Now that they smelled like each other.

He hummed against Eli’s skin one last time before lifting his head. “Gonna ask me up to your loft?”

“Yeah, I—” Eli paused, consternation taking over his features.

Noah stiffened. “What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t—I don’t have any condoms.” Eli bit at his lower lip, his brows furrowed. “Do you?”

“No, I didn’t—didn’t think. Fuck .” Noah could feel panic tightening his chest at the thought of this moment getting taken away from him. “But I—I mean, I’ve never been with anyone. And you—you’re—?”

“I got tested when Richard and I separated. I haven’t been with anyone since.”

Noah let out a breath. “And you’re on birth control?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” Noah laughed with relief. “I still want to, if you do.”

He yelped as Eli smacked him on the arm with surprising strength. “Hey! What was that for?”

Eli wagged a finger in his face. “You can’t just take some random omega’s word for it that they’re on birth control. That’s just asking to knock someone up.”

It was a good fucking point. Noah wasn’t looking to be a daddy anytime soon. He wasn’t looking to be a daddy, period.

But he still wasn’t letting this chance get taken away.

“Okay.” He nodded agreeably, brushing his fingers down Eli’s side, already missing the comforting calm he’d gotten from scent marking him. “I won’t.”

“Okay.” Eli let out a slightly hysterical laugh. “Oh god. I’m such a horrible hypocrite. Come on.”

He climbed up the ladder, and Noah tried not to drool at the pert bottom flashing in his face. It was a tough battle—Eli’s swim trunks were tiny, and plastered to his skin from soaking in the tub.

Noah followed him up, remaining bent down once he was in the loft, mindful of the low ceiling. Eli lay back on the mattress, leaning on his elbows, beckoning with a tilt of his head. “Come here, Noah.”

Noah crawled until he was crouched over him, barely daring to breathe. He was hard in his trunks, had been since they’d entered the cabin.

Eli looked him over, his gaze pausing at Noah’s throat, where his pulse was no doubt obviously thundering. “You’re nervous?” he asked.

Noah was, his previous ease after scent marking Eli having left him at some point on the climb up. He could try to lie, to fake confidence, but his scent was probably giving him away. “A little,” he admitted.

Eli’s eyes crinkled at the corners with his smile. They were kind eyes, the type that made someone feel at ease with just a look. “We can stop at any time.”

Noah nodded. “I know.”

“You want to kiss me again?”

Noah didn’t need a second invitation. He leaned down and captured Eli’s mouth, groaning as Eli’s tongue met his, letting his pelvis drop into the cradle of Eli’s hips. Now he did grind down, grateful to feel Eli’s hardness against his.

Eli moaned his approval, his knees coming up against Noah’s sides, his hands delving into Noah’s curls.

Noah smiled into the kiss. This he could do. This felt natural as hell. He could have been in his bedroom back home, sneaking Eli in for a clandestine dry hump during his school break.

He made to grind again and froze, cock twitching, as he caught wind of a delicious scent. Even more delicious than Eli’s usual pheromones. Richer and deeper and …

Noah broke the kiss, rising onto his arms. “Holy shit. Is that your slick?”

Eli flushed his deepest red yet. “Oh my god.” He covered his face with his hands. “You can’t just say that.”

Noah cocked his head. “Why not? We’re about to have sex. Slick is part of it.” He inhaled deeply, letting out a groan. “Oh fuck , that smells good.”

Eli parted his fingers, peering at Noah through the gaps. “Yeah?”

“Fuck, yeah.” The scent was thick and sweet but somehow not cloying. It was just … enticing. Intoxicating, really. Noah’s cock, already aching from grinding against Eli, strained against his shorts.

He let out a harsh breath.

Eli lowered his hands. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m just realizing how badly I’m about to embarrass myself.”

Eli’s eyes dropped to Noah’s bulge, and he licked his lips in a seemingly unconscious gesture. “There’s nothing embarrassing about being turned on,” he told him. “Just, um, you know not to knot someone without permission right?”

Noah gave him a look. “Dude. You gonna tell me not to bite you too?”

Just because he was an overeager virgin didn’t mean he was completely unaware of common decency.

“I’m just saying.” Eli ran a soothing hand up Noah’s side. “It’s your first time, so it might start happening. Just warn me and we’ll keep it … outside.”

There was something about the matter-of-fact way Eli said it that made it really hit Noah. Holy shit. This was happening. He was about to lose his virginity to the cutest, nicest, most delicious-smelling omega he’d ever encountered.

Coming to the cabin was definitely the best decision Noah had ever made. He grinned, elation filling his chest. “Okay, Eli.”

Eli smiled back at him. “Okay.”

Noah brushed his fingers against the hem of Eli’s trunks. “Can I take your shorts off?”

“Yeah.” Eli kicked a foot up, brushing Noah’s in return. “But you too.”

Noah tugged off his shorts, freeing his aching cock, and Eli’s eyes dropped down immediately, his own hands freezing.

Noah tugged impatiently again at the hem of Eli’s trunks, grateful when Eli didn’t hesitate to slide them off, although his eyes stayed locked on Noah’s dick.

His attention was flattering as hell.

Noah’s own attention was firmly on the omega lying beneath him. Eli’s cock was pretty—jutting out against the light dusting of dark hair on his groin, slim and proportionate to his size, hard and leaking against his hip.

Eli was pretty, all lean lines and flushed skin. His chest was slim, his nipples a beautiful, dusky pink.

But there was more that Noah wanted to lay eyes on.

“Can I—can I see?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Eli nodded wordlessly, widening his legs, clearly knowing exactly what Noah meant. Noah gripped Eli’s thigh, pressing back gently until he saw it.

Eli’s hole.

It was already glistening with slick, the thick fluid beginning to leak out between his cheeks.

Noah swallowed hard, trying to remember how to breathe. “I need you to know this is the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me in my entire life.”

Eli’s scent deepened, another small gush of slick escaping him, and Noah let out a helpless groan, his fingers tightening on Eli’s thigh.

Yeah, Noah was definitely going to embarrass himself here.