Page 23 of All Your Days (Mayhem Manuscripts Season One: 1nf3ction #4)

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.

“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. I need to 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 fucker swallows .

“ 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.

“ 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.