Page 34 of All Your Days
“No! I don’t wanna hear it, Jacob. One night. It’s all I ask.Please.”
It’s the ‘please’ that does me in. A hoarse whining sound rips from my chest, another sound I’ve never made before, and I reach up for him.
He reaches for me at the same time, smoothing his hand up my chest to palm my neck as my hand wraps around the back of his head, gripping his hair tightly to haul him down to me.
When his mouth is a hair's breadth from mine, I use that grip to keep him from closing the distance.
“One night, Eli.” I can’t deny him. I’m weak. Too fucking weak. It’s going to completely ruin me, but better that than deny him this one thing. It’s all I can give him. All I can take.
“One night, you absolute fuckin’ idiot.”
Ignoring the pain of my hand pulling his hair, Eli firms up his grip on my throat and lunges the remaining distance.
His lips crash into mine with a feral groan and in that second, the hand around my throat squeezes gently then shifts up to cup my jaw, angling me right where he wants me. The moment my lips part, he invades me, tongue seeking mine. It’s heaven. It’s hell. He tastes me like he knows how thoroughly he owns me. Years of pent up need are funneled into the kiss.
It’s chaotic and needy to the point of pain. Teeth clash against teeth as Eli tries his best to climb inside me. Like there is no way to get close enough to me. I get it—I feel the same. I release my tight fist in his hair, but don’t let go of him, using my hand to keep him pressed against me. My other hand palms his back, my fingers spread across the length of his spine to feel the ripples of his back muscles.
In only a handful of moments I’ve fallen off the edge entirely. I’m drowning in him. It’s the most wonderful and terrible thing I’ve experienced in my life. I never want it to end. I don’t know if I will ever be able to let him go again.
He makes the most incredible sounds. Needy whimpers and whining moans. He’s impatient, his mouth moving against mine desperately.
I’ve never kissed like this. I’ve neverbeenkissed like this. Like it’s the beginning and ending of everything in the universe.
Needing to breathe, Eli jerks his mouth away, releasing his hold on my jaw to brace himself on his elbows. He melts against me, his panting stomach pressing into mine as he nuzzles into my neck, sucking and licking the taut tendons there. My legs part just enough for his thigh to slip between mine, allowing him to rock restlessly against me. It’s nowhere enough to relieve the aching in our cocks, only enough to tease.
Eli kisses across my collarbone, tongue dipping into the hollow in my throat, and back up my neck to nose around the spot just below my jaw. I wish we’d left the light on. If we only have one night, I wish I could see his face, see what he looks like when he’s wild with pleasure. I want to be able to map the freckles on his body like they do the stars. I want to look him in the eyes when he comes.
In a way this is better—it feels unreal, like we can write it off as a dream.
Not that I’m ever going to forget the way he cries out when my hand travels down the bumps of his spine to massage the soft mounds of his ass, increasing the pressure of his thrusts.
He’s too gone to control anything now. And when I roll us on to our side, he lets me do what I want, hitching his leg over my hip and rearranging us so he can still ride my thigh over our sleep shorts.
“Jacob.” He pants, blindly searching for my mouth with his after we’ve been separated too long. Long fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of my neck to tug me back to him.
Our tongues move in time with our hips, rocking and thrusting against one another. Damp patches form on our shorts, the fabric getting unbearably rough from friction.
“Need—” I only get one word out before Eli is attached to me again.
It doesn’t matter, though. He gets the hint when I shove at the waist of his shorts. We kiss while we undress, soft huffs of laughter breaking through as we fumble in the dark.
And then we’re naked, our bodies fusing together again.
A shudder wracks through my body when I feel the crinkling of the soft hair on his belly against mine, the soft, tight skin of his balls against my thigh and the hot length of his cock between us. Instinctively we shift, moving until our dicks are perfectly aligned.
The heavens crack open when, on one short thrust, the slick head of his cock catches the sensitive V on mine. My head falls back on a strangled cry, my hand clamping on his arse to drive him harder against me.
Eli is a menace. He chuckles darkly and licks a wide path over my neck before pulling me back to his mouth, refusing to exist without our lips locked together. The feeling is almost too much, and Eli doesn’t relent—only works his hips faster, harder against me.
My orgasm is building in the base of my spine, and I can feel it tingling all over my body. There is no way in this life or the next that I have the willpower to pull away from him to delay the inevitable. With the last scraps of my sanity, I realise all I can do is distract him—drive him as insane as he’s made me.
Forcibly unpeeling my fingers from where they’ve dug into his arse cheek, I bring two fingers to our joined mouths. I stroke his lush swollen lower lip and he lets out another one of those little whimpers, dragging himself away enough for me to replace my tongue with my fingers.
“Suck.” And fuck me, does he suck. He works my fingers like they’re my dick, taking them as deep as he can, until they are slick with spit.
Eli chases them when I drag my fingers from his mouth, but I silence his complaints with another desperate kiss he falls willingly into. His needy little cries turn into a low, guttural groan when my slicked up fingers find their way between his cheeks to circle the puckered rim of his hole. His movements become more frenzied when the pad of my finger taps teasingly against his entrance, then returns to its lazy circles.
“Fuck, yeeees.” He arches his back, pushing his arse against my exploring finger. It sinks inside him with no resistance.
