Page 53 of All Your Days
Grunting, I push Jacob from me. Just to be a dick, he resists, making me use as much force as possible to roll him to his back.He doesn’t even deserve it when I clean his belly with my tongue, scooping up as much of our combined release into my mouth.
He doesn’t hesitate when I bring my lips to his, opening willingly so I can kiss our cum into his mouth. The kiss doesn’t end, our mouths are fused together. His tongue laps at mine, searching for more ofus.
I cup his jaw in my hands to keep his mouth where I need him. The craving is sweet, but the kiss isn’t. We’ve only just begun and my lips are swollen and tender. I want to crawl inside him, sink beneath his skin. Too soon, the kiss isn’t enough.
The madness only builds, forcing our hands to wander. A sheen of sweat coats us both. It’s hot in the trailer, humid. The piddling air vents aren’t enough.
A hand plucks at my nipple, pinching it viciously and I almost come right there. Was it him? Was it me? The longer we kiss, the more my mind loses connection to my body. My palms buzz as I trail them over Jacob’s skin, drifting between his thighs to roll his balls in my hand. His thighs part easily, letting my exploring fingers wander further, to press against the seam of his taint. I press down, massaging the sensitive spot, laughing maniacally when he gasps in pleasure.
The move was a challenge, apparently.
I’m on my back again, Jacob kneeling between my thighs, hands gripping my knees, lustful eyes burning. The light of the torch flickers. How long have we been kissing?
Releasing one of my knees, he takes his cock in his hand, stroking his swollen shaft. My mouth feels too dry and somehow too wet at the same time. I don’t know anymore. I don’t feel real. None of this feels real. All I know is that I need Jacob. I need his cock filling me deep until I come. It’s the only answer to the throbbing hunger within me.
“I’ve wanted—wanted this for so long.” Jacob strokes my calf in time with his cock. He’s struggling. Even in the madness he’s protecting me.
It is agony—absoluteagony—to fight against the riptide within me, but I manage to resurrect enough sense to blindly reach out to find the jar of ointment I traded for at the markets. I knew we’d need it. I’d put it somewhere that was meant to be easy to reach.
Jacob must think I’m trying to escape again, that we’re playing again. His possessive caress of my calf turns into a shackle.
“Lube.” I grunt, still trying to find the metal tin.
I manage to find it with a scrape of my fingertips. I have to stretch and strain to reach. Jacob does fuck all to help, obviously thinking I’m just spreading myself out as a meal for him with the way bends down to suck and bite at my stomach.
“Ow! Fuck!” I hiss when he latches on tightly, right above my belly button. I don’t hate it, though. Just the opposite. Each pull of his mouth has me thrusting my dick uselessly. Fuck, I just need him in me.
Now. Forever.
With one jerk that feels like I’m tearing my muscles from my bone, I manage to snag the ointment. I all but have to bash Jacob over the head with the fucking thing to get him to stop gnawing at my stomach. It’s hard enough to get him off me that I have a moment of worry that his hunger has gone the other way. That the violence isn’t just an appeasement of the feral nature of the madness. That he’s fucking turning.
I end up wrapping his long hair around my fist and yanking his mouth from me, hard enough to rip his hair out if he fought me on it.
Dazed and confused, he blinks until his eyes focus again. His tongue appears, licking at his wet, swollen lips, still trying to taste me.
I hold the tin up between us.
“Prep me.” I rasp. This time it is a fucking challenge. “Prep me and fuck me like you’ve always wanted to.”
Jacobs' snarl is like nothing I’ve ever heard before. My cock throbs in anticipation. But I don’t have to wait. Jacob’s on me before I can snatch my next breath.
Chapter fifteen
Jacob
Eli, Eli, Eli, Eli.
His name is a chant in my head. There aren’t any words. Only him. God, of all the people to be caught in this storm with. It’s heaven. It’s hell. It’s the end of my world.
The tin feels strange in my hand. The metal feels wrong. Almost as wrong as the hunger burning my insides, the way my mouth aches to get back to Eli. To taste him, tease him, bite him. Consume him in every way I can.
I collapse on him, letting my weight shock us both while I flip the lid off the tin with one hand. It clatters to the ground but I still manage to find it, digging in blindly to scoop a heap on my fingers. We’re too tangled to do anything with it, though, so I pull away from him.
For the very first time, Eli is naked in front of me, but I can’t see him. It’s not even the light. I can’tseeanymore. Not really. There’s nothing but shapes and shadows.
“Roll over.” I don’t recognise the husky voice as mine.
Below me the pale shapes of Eli shift and move, a whining moan barely audible over the pounding sound of the rain on themetal trailer. It’s like a drum, beating in time with the blood rushing through me like fire.
