Page 36 of All Your Days
“Fuuuuuck…” I let out a long groan, scrubbing a hand over my face. I came so hard my ears are ringing.
Eli laps at my softening dick, his roaming hands massaging and rubbing at everywhere they can reach. As soon as my body figures itself out, I’ll return the favour. Right now, all I’m capable of is lazily patting his head.
“Give me a sec and—”
“Roll over.” Eli murmurs against my hip, cutting me off. He kisses the spot and then bites it, hard enough to leave an impression of his teeth, before licking the skin he just abused.
“Wha’? Why?” I try to rise up on my elbows, even though I can’t see a thing in here, but Eli shoves at my side. I roll with his impatient pushing, letting him manhandle me into whatever he’s imagining. When I’m on my stomach, he pulls at my hips, raising my arse off the bed. Beneath me, my dick tries to get it up again, but I’m too spent.
Strong hands mould my cheeks, before they part and I feel a fat drop of spit against my hole. It slides down slowly over my balls, only for Eli to catch it with a finger, spreading it back up and over my hole. He toys with me, sliding his fingers along the crack of my arse, another glob of saliva joining the first. He smears it over me, his other hand gripping me so hard I reckon I’ll have bruises.
“Wish I could see this hole.”
I’ve never heard that rough gravel in Eli’s voice before. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, making goosebumps break out over my skin. I’m desperate to know what he’s going to do next. As much as I wish I could see him, being in the dark only makes everything else more heightened. He doesn’t leave me waiting to guess—his face diving between my cheeks before I realise what he’s doing.
He laps at my hole with sloppy strokes of his tongue until I’m a writhing mess against the rough sheets. If Eli was loud before while we were kissing, he’s absolutely feral as he eats me out. There’s only my panting breath to drown out the sound of his grunts. My toes dig into the mattress, my hands fisting the sheets to get enough purchase to push back against him. I didn’t think I’d manage it, but I’m hard again—absolutely desperate for more of whatever he’ll give me.
“That should be enough.” Eli grunts when he pulls back. I really, really fucking disagree.
“Like fucking hell that’s enough.” I growl back, raising my arse up, trying to find him, find anything to ease the feral ache in me.
Eli chuckles, one hand sliding down the arched curve of my spine. I can feel the other one, slotting his cock between my cheeks. There is barely enough spit there for lube, but he still fucks up into the channel my arse creates.
“Fucking hell, Eli.” I sob, collapsing onto the bed. He falls with me, blanketing my body with his.
My fall doesn’t unseat him. He continues to rut against me, grinding his hips into mine. Every few thrusts, his cock catches the rim of my hole, making us both hiss. It would be fucking incredible to feel him in me, but there’s definitely not enough lube for that.
Eli tucks himself completely around me, his arms coming under me to wrap under my shoulders so he can pump his cock between my cheeks with more force. Each snap of his hips drives my cock against the sheets. Unbelievably, I think I’m going to beat him to the finish line. Especially when his hips speed up, and I can feel his cock swelling against me. His pleasure feeds mine, and when he bites down on my neck, I come hard, all over the bed. My cum smears against my skin as Eli frantically fucks against me, his jerking hips stuttering.
I can feel the seconds before he comes, the way his body goes still and tight and then the first splatter of his cum against my lower back. I love it. I love feeling like he’s marking me as his. Even if it’ll be gone by morning.
Because it doesn’t matter what comes when the sun rises. There has only ever been Eli. And there only ever will be him. Even if nothing can ever come of it—in the morning, however long that is, this will all be only a memory, locked up tight for the rest of my life.
“Oh, fuck.” Eli groans, his body crumpling and rolling to the side.
Neither of us say anything. Not even when I drag him back against me so we’re tucked against each other on top of the wet patch I made.
If one night is all I can let myself have, I want to hold him as much as I can. To sear the memory in my mind.
Exhausted, satisfied, and content in a way I don’t think I’ve ever been, I fall asleep, completely at peace.
Chapter ten
Eli
Morning light filters throughthe slats of the shutters. I wake up slowly, hot and sweaty and sticky. Sleep makes my eyelids stick together and it takes a moment to blink the grit from them. Jacob is plastered to my body, his thigh over mine, his arm wrapped around my chest, a fist over my heart.
Behind me, there is a nasally inhale and that arm tightens, squeezing me almost painfully. I don’t dare breathe, let alone flinch. Because that squeeze is the end. He doesn’t have to say it, I know it.
One night. That’s all I get.
It wasn’t enough. It’ll never be enough.
I keep hold of my breath, squeezing my eyes tight against the tears stinging there. I hold the air in my lungs until they burn and colours dance behind my eyes. Until Jacob releases me from his crushing embrace and rolls across the shitty, crunchy mattress, away from me.
His feet thud on the wooden floors on the way to the bathroom. When the door shuts tight and I hear the metallic sound of the latch, I finally draw in a gasping breath that turnsinto a silent sob. My body curls in on itself, turning me into a little ball.
Ithurts. Like a punch to the guts. It makes my fingers tingle and the back of my neck hot. I called him an idiot, but then what the fuck does that make me?
