Page 35 of All Your Days
“God, Eli…” I can’t breathe. The air between us is humid and hot and losing all its oxygen, stars dancing behind my closed eyes. I press my forehead to his and withdraw my finger to the first knuckle, only to plunge back into the irresistible heat of him again.
I don’t know if I’m fingering his arse or if he’s riding my fingers with the way he pushes back against my hand. Soon enough, I slip the second finger beside the first, reaching for that spot inside him.
“Jacob, Jacob, Jacob.” Eli chants my name, frantically chasing his orgasm. My orgasm is still dangerously close, though no longer an immediate threat. I want to feel him break before I do. Ineedto feel him break first.
“Need…” he gasps, then wriggles his hand between us to grasp his cock.
The sound of him fucking his fist as I stretch out his hole is enough to get me right to the edge again. My dick jerks against his hand on an upstroke and he groans some kind of nonsense. It doesn’t matter what he says, though, because in the next moment, his hand is around the both of us, frantically jerking us together.
I swear I can feel his heartbeat through his dick.
“Shit, shit, shit. I’m gonna.” He swears, then slams his mouth against mine once again.
His orgasm takes over his body. I can feel it in every inch of him—from the way he bites my lip, to the way he arches his hips one last time and the spurts of his release coating his hand, our stomachs and my cock, and the vice-like clench of his hole on my fingers.
He releases himself, but doesn’t let me go, wrapping me in his cum-soaked hand. Two tugs and I follow him with a broken, silent cry. Eli nurses me through it with his stroking fist, swallowing my sounds with his kiss.
My heart is thundering in my chest as I come down from my high. It takes a second to realise that my fingers are still deep in his arse, the rhythmic throbbing of his fading pleasure reminding me.
“No. Leave them.” Eli whispers when I start to pull them out.
A feral, possessive sort of pride fills my chest at his request, totally at odds with the otherwise sweet moment. Still facing one another, his leg slung over mine, he nuzzles against me. His hand tucked up tight between our chests, he plays with the hair on my chest.
“That was…” He sighs, but doesn’t finish, just wriggles his way closer. “I’m so tired. But I don’t want to sleep.”
There aren’t enough words to say what I’m feeling, so I just grunt. Eli laughs a soft, breathy chuckle, his breath fanning over my chest.
“Don’t want to waste our time on sleep…” It doesn’t sound like he’s going to have a choice. He’s half asleep already. I’m not far behind either—my orgasm has stolen the last of everything in me.
“Perfect.” He mutters quietly, just before the first rumbling snore.
Wandering hands wake me. I have no idea how long we’ve slept, or how I ended up on my back. All there is is darkness, and Eli’s splayed hands on my stomach. I can feel him there between my legs, spreading them further apart.
“What?” I whisper into the night and his fingers clench against my belly.
“Shh.” he whispers back, running his nose over the seam where my thigh meets my groin.
Then there is nothing but heaven itself as Eli’s mouth sinks down.
“God, Eli,fuck.” I sob, tangling my hand into the tangled mess of his hair as he sucks back up my cock and down again.
I lose myself in the feeling of it. Eli sucks cock with the same hungry need as he kissed me. Again and again he sucks me down, his tongue massaging the underside of my dick, until his nose is buried in the puddle of saliva pooled in the thatch of hair at the base of my dick.
And then, just when I think I can’t take anymore, when my crown brushes the back of his throat, the fuckerswallows.
“Christ!Fuck!” I bellow, my body curling off the bed and my muscles seizing.
Eli’s having none of it, his arms curling under my legs to pin me in place. I want to move, thrust myself into the warm, wet heat of his mouth, but he’s stronger than he looks. And I’ve got nothing in me to fight him. I collapse back onto the bed, cupping the back of his bobbing head and letting him suck my soul out through my dick.
When he hollows his cheeks and drags his lips up to my leaking head I think I might just die from it.
“Fuck, Eli, you’re just so—fuck.”
His tongue flicks my slit, over and over again, lapping at the pre-cum leaking from me. He releases one of my legs, but before I can even think to move, he has my thigh pinned with his elbow, his fist wrapped around my shaft to stroke me in time with his mouth.
Slick with saliva, his hand shuttles over my length. I don’t even know what it is he’s doing with his swirling tongue, but I never want him to stop. Unfortunately, my dick has other ideas. I swell in his hand, harder than I ever think I’ve been in my life, the need to come stronger than my need to breathe.
“I’m gonna—I’m gonna—” My balls draw tight to my body and my hand grips his hair. He still doesn’t let me fuck up into his mouth, he does it his own damn self, removing his hand and taking me straight down, so I release straight down his throat.
