Page 5 of Overeager (Extra Credit #1)

Eli

“ I need you to know this is the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me in my entire life.”

Some strange warmth seared through Eli, and he couldn’t help the small gush of slick that came out of him with those words.

The hottest thing that had ever happened to Noah ? What about Eli? He had an absurdly good-looking and ridiculously charming alpha poised above him, staring at his entrance like it was the key to all things good and holy.

Eli had never been looked at that way before in his life.

There was this hint of awe in Noah’s gaze, like he couldn’t truly believe he was in bed with Eli. Richard had certainly never looked at Eli like that. By the time they’d slept together for the first time, they’d already been dating for a while, and Eli had been, as some would put it, a sure thing.

It hadn’t been terrible—they really had been in love at that point—but it had been so serious, so official, and Eli had been so worried about pleasing his then-boyfriend that he hadn’t been able to enjoy things as much as he would have liked.

Which in turn had set the tone for their relationship—Richard’s pleasure first, Eli’s as an afterthought.

Eli couldn’t really blame his ex-husband—at least not for that—since he hadn’t known how to ask for anything better at the time.

But it didn’t feel like Eli had to worry too much about pleasing Noah, not when the alpha was so enthusiastic over every little thing Eli did.

Noah’s thumb slid back and forth over the sensitive skin of Eli’s inner thigh, bringing him back to the present, and that was enough thinking about past relationships, wasn’t it? What was happening right here and now was more than adequate to hold Eli’s complete, undivided attention.

He relaxed his leg in Noah’s hold, and Noah pressed his thigh even further back.

Eli should have been embarrassed—he’d never thought he’d be the type to display himself like this, not with slick already running down his thighs from a little kissing and heavy petting—but Eli was Noah’s first, and he wanted Noah to be able to experience it all.

If Noah wanted to look, Eli would let him look.

As if he was reading Eli’s mind, Noah’s gaze shot to his, and the heat in his eyes was molten. “How do you like to be touched, Eli?”

His voice had taken on a deep, husky note, and his scent—a clean, salty medley that reminded Eli of ocean air—was thick and heady, and Eli could already feel a needy omega whine building at the back of his throat.

Jesus. Was Noah really nervous about embarrassing himself?

Apparently Eli was the one who should be concerned.

“Um. I don’t know,” he said stupidly. “It’s been a while.” At Noah’s cocked head, he found himself admitting, “A year. It’s been over a year since I’ve had sex.”

“I see.” Noah kept his gaze locked on Eli’s as his thumb slid higher up Eli’s thigh, creeping closer to his entrance, Noah’s hard swallow the only sign of his nerves. “So I’ll need to stretch you open, right?”

Stretching, yes. Definitely that. Noah’s cock was …

appropriately sized, for an alpha. Thick as hell and slightly curved upward, veiny and angry red at the tip, with the puckered, loose skin at the base where his knot would inflate.

It had been a struggle to look away when he’d first undressed—a struggle for Eli to tear his eyes away from that substantial proof of just how aroused Noah was.

The needy whine escaped Eli’s throat after all, and Noah’s eyes went dark. His thumb swiped across Eli’s entrance, and then he lifted it to his lips, tongue darting out.

Jesus Christ.

Eli held his breath as he watched Noah suck his thumb into his mouth, his eyes closing as he hummed. “Fuck, you taste good,” he murmured. “Does slick always taste this good?”

“I don’t—I don’t know.” Eli thought Noah might be looking at him now, but his own gaze was stuck on the sight of Noah’s wide mouth savoring the taste of his slick. “Most alphas seem to like it. People say they’re hard-wired to … you know.”

“I bet not all omegas taste like this though.”

Eli gasped as Noah leaned over him, pushing Eli’s bent leg to the side to make room for his broad form between Noah’s hips.

“Try it.” And then he was kissing Eli, sliding their tongues together. There was a new, tangy edge to Noah’s taste.

Eli’s slick.

Eli moaned, sucking on Noah’s tongue, more turned on by that than he should have been. Something about Noah’s strange mix of confidence and naivety had Eli’s hole clenching around air, suddenly empty and aching.

Noah broke the kiss, grinning at him. “Good, right?”

Eli panted, wide-eyed. “You’re so …”

“Shameless?” Noah’s grin widened. “So you’ve said.” Just as quickly as it had formed, his grin dropped, his expression turning devastatingly serious. “I want to make you feel good, Eli. Really good.”

Eli gestured to the slick running down his thighs. “Believe me, you are.”

Noah brushed at Eli’s entrance with his thumb again. “I’ve never fingered anyone before.”

“That’s okay.” Eli’s leg was getting sore hanging there, so he wrapped it around Noah’s hip. “Just touch me the way you like, and I’ll tell you if it doesn’t feel right.”

“Okay.” Noah let out a harsh, determined breath, leaning back again so he was kneeling over Eli, Eli’s leg across his thigh now, Noah’s thumb circling Eli’s entrance. Just that gentle pressure felt unbearably good, pleasure pooling in Eli’s belly.

“That’s good?” Noah asked, his eyes zeroed in on his task.

“Mm,” Eli sighed. “Good.”

Noah’s smile was small but genuine. He spent a long time like that, ignoring his own hard cock and playing gently with Eli’s hole, softening him with light, persistent touches.

He seemed fascinated by the whole process, all his concentration focused.

With alpha pheromones in the air, thick and heavy with arousal, it didn’t take long for Eli’s entrance to open, and Noah took immediate advantage, slipping the tip of his thumb inside.

“Fuck,” he whispered reverently as more slick dribbled out of Eli at his intrusion. He replaced his thumb with his index finger, sliding it in and gliding it back out slowly. “Fuck, you’re soft inside. Like velvet.”

“Oh god,” Eli moaned, more slick escaping him.

Noah crooked his finger in a way that had electricity shooting down Eli’s spine. “You like when I tell you how good you feel?”

“I kind of like everything you do,” Eli told him, oddly embarrassed to say it.

“Yeah?” Noah looked genuinely delighted at that, his glee washing away Eli’s embarrassment. “I should do another finger, right?” he asked, brows furrowing again in concentration.

That was cute. Why was he so cute? And how could he be so cute and hot at the same time? Honestly, Eli might never recover from this. This night was going to haunt him forever.

“Just one more, and then—then I’ll be good.”

Eli didn’t even know if that was true—Noah was fucking huge—but he was losing patience, his insides almost cramping with need.

It was miles away from the intensity of a heat, but it was a similar sort of ache.

Like Eli’s body knew that Noah belonged inside him, and it wasn’t willing to wait anymore.

Noah slipped in another digit easily, sliding and twisting his two fingers inside Eli. His other hand slid off of Eli’s thigh, moving toward Eli’s cock.

Eli grabbed his wrist. “Don’t.”

Noah froze, his eyes wide.

Eli flushed—or he felt like he did. He wasn’t sure if it was possible to be redder than he already was, considering he was hot and flustered, sort of embarrassed but incredibly turned on at the same time. He bit at his lip. “I’ll come if you touch me.”

“Oh, fuck me,” Noah groaned, like it was the best thing he’d ever heard. “Does that mean—are you ready?”

“I’m ready.” Eli had a vague recollection that he was supposed to be the one guiding Noah, but he’d quickly swum out of his depth with how turned on he’d gotten. “Are you—are you ready?”

“Yeah.” Noah nodded, letting out a shaky exhale. “Yeah.”

He scooted his knees closer, one hand pushing Eli’s thigh back again. He swiped his fingers through Eli’s slick, coating his cock with it, and Eli had to clench his teeth tightly to keep in his moan.

Noah notched the head of the cock against him, and Eli craned his head down to see. It looked absurdly thick, the size of that fat head almost threatening. But Eli wanted it anyway. Needed it.

“Okay?” Noah asked.

Eli nodded frantically. “Okay.”

Noah pushed in, and Eli breathed out, willing his inner muscles to relax.

But despite the stretch—and fuck, it was a stretch—the intrusion wasn’t painful.

Eli’s body seemed to welcome Noah’s cock, especially as the alpha lowered to his elbows, his chest brushing Eli’s, his body pumping out more of those delicious pheromones that filled Eli’s head with fog.

“Fuck. You feel—Eli, you feel—”

Eli had to work to make his mouth move the way it should, the pressure inside him so good and so overwhelming that he was worried he might spontaneously combust. “Good?”

“So good. So soft and wet and warm.” Noah let out a breathless laugh. “Fuck. Is this what I’ve been missing out on?”

Eli wanted to tell him no, that sex wasn’t always like this. But who knew? Maybe for Noah, it would be. Maybe he was charming and amiable enough that all sex would feel like the best sex in the world, even when it was just getting started.

Had Eli said first times were supposed to be fun and silly?

They were missing the mark by about a mile, then.

He’d been right about the intensity. He needed to remind himself that they’d only met a few hours ago.

That he was just a convenient excuse for Noah to rid himself of a virgin status he wasn’t too keen to hang on to.

“Can I move?” Noah asked, and Eli realized the alpha was trembling.

Eli brushed his hands along Noah’s back, trying to soothe his straining muscles. “Please.”