Page 33 of All Your Days (Mayhem Manuscripts Season One: 1nf3ction #4)

“The animals are safe. The camp is as secure as we can make it.” He ticks everything off in a monotonous tone and carefully checks over the boxes behind our makeshift bed.

I’d been smart, protecting the food we can’t eat—the stuff in glass and in need of heating—with the stuff we can eat.

I even filled extra skins of water. We’re going to need them.

Fuck, I need them now. I feel like I’m dying of thirst.

Groaning, I roll onto my belly and use my elbows to crawl to the nearest water skin, trying not to drown myself as I guzzle the cool liquid. Jacob chokes out a sound and rushes to lock the door, fighting against the wind trying to rip it off.

In the rocking trailer, it’s dark for all of about thirty seconds before the ridiculous whirring sound of the torch fills the trailer.

“We need to talk.” Jacob says once the torch is fully wound. He punctuates his announcement by turning the light on, soaking the trailer in the white light.

When my eyes adjust I can see how he’s hunched over, even though the trailer is plenty tall enough for him to stand in, with an arm wrapped tightly around his waist. Is it just the light making him look as panicked as he is?

“Do we really have to?” I cap the water skin and toss it to the side. The water has helped more than I thought it would. I almost feel like I can keep hold of a thought.

“Yes.” Jacob gasps. He’s struggling to keep himself together. It’d take the tiniest shove to send him over. “I dunno how much longer—how long we can—”

He stops abruptly, doubling over with a pained whine.

The torch clatters to the floor, but doesn’t turn off.

On my knees, I shuffle to him. Somehow I can feel his pain, too, like a thousand knives pricking my skin.

I help him the only way I know how. Wrapping myself around his upside down back is instinctive, pressing my cheek against the bare base of his spine.

His skin feels like he’s on fire, but he shivers when my fingers spread over his stomach.

“We get through this together. That’s what you said.” I whisper, my mouth all but kissing the bumps of his spine. “You and me. Whatever it takes.”

I mean it in every fucking sense of the word. Whatever Jacob needs to ease the pain taking him over, I’ll give it to him. However he needs to use me, I fucking welcome it. I need it.

He pushes against me, forcing me to let him go so he can stand. A pulsing, throbbing sort of pain ripples over my skin as I sit back on my heels. Jacob looms over me, the torchlight casting strange shadows and highlights over him, making him seem bigger.

The throbbing only gets worse. The brush of my clothes against my skin is agony. I feel like I’m about to burst open. My eyes rake over his bare chest, eating up the vision of his dark, lean chest, to the bones of his hips where his pants hang.

His cock is hard. Trapped. Tempting . My mouth waters, a hungry growl rumbling in my chest.

“Whatever it takes?” Jacob’s voice has a feral edge to it.

Dragging my eyes from his twitching cock, I look up the length of his body and barely recognise the man looking down at me.

A familiar stranger. His lip curls into another snarl, his hand reaching out to tangle in my hair, pulling so tightly it hurts.

The pain shoots straight down my spine to my cock.

My hands are wrapped around his calves, but I let go, just so my fingers can walk up his pants while I nod. Or at least, try to. The grip on my hair is too damn tight.

Jacob gets the point anyway, because he uses that same grip to smash my face into his groin. Pain radiates from my nose where it slams into him, but I only groan with the ecstasy of it.

He grinds himself into me, and I inhale the musky, manly scent of him.

It’s fucking incredible, making me desperate for more.

As hard as he’s grinding his covered dick into my face, I grind back just as hard, unable to get enough.

I mouth everywhere I can reach, nuzzling into the trail of hair, biting at his stomach and hip bones.

It’s not gentle or loving. I don’t kiss away the sting of my attention, instead pushing so hard he stumbles backwards until his back hits the wall of the trailer.

There is a dull thunk of his head hitting the wall and his hand releases my hair.

I take advantage of the freedom and yank his pants down entirely.

Now free, his hard, thick length slaps me in the face.

His cock is the fat kind I love so much—thicker in the middle, with a vein along the underside that I trail with my tongue before I swallow the thing whole.

With my mouth filled with him, the aching inside me eases, at least enough to enjoy the taste of him.

Grasping onto his hips, I sink down as far as I can before pulling myself half off then sinking back down.

Jacob doesn’t let me take control for too long.

Groaning wildly, his hands are back in my hair.

They start off gently—too gentle to be enjoyable right now.

I grunt angrily and slam myself down so hard on his cock that it makes me gag as the tip enters my throat.

He gets the hint, his fingers knot in my hair, and he changes the pace to suit him. I can’t keep up, and instead just let him use me, bobbing my head on his cock while he fucks into my mouth. Tears burn my eyes, and he doesn’t stop. I gag and it only urges him on.

It’s the hottest blowjob of my life. My dick is leaking a river, but I can’t let go of his legs to stroke myself off. I can’t even let go to undo my pants. Every time Jacob rocks into me, the gentle chafing of my clothes drives me insane.

“That’s right. Take it. Take my fucking cock. You love it, you dirty slut. Fucking—take–it.” Jacob snaps his hips with his words. My eyes roll back in my head, my cock jerking, dangerously close to coming.

“Wanted this. So fuckin’ long. Want you. Fuck—need—”

I can feel how close he is, too. He’s harder, thicker against my tongue.

Drool drips from my mouth and Jacob slams into me one more time, this time leaving himself inside my mouth until I can’t breathe and I’m choking.

My nails claw at his thighs, but he doesn’t relent.

Not even when I look up at him through my tear-stained eyes, pleading. Pleading for what, I don’t know.

Do I want him to choke me out with his dick? The throb in my dick and the burn in my skin say yes. But I want more than that, too. I want everything.

I want to fight.

So I do.

I stop my useless clawing and clench my fists instead, pummelling at his thighs with increasing fury. A blow below his knees has him crumpling, finally letting me go.

I scurry back, but not too far. Distance is not what I’m after.

Half crouched, Jacob watches my escape through the curtain of his hair. There is no mistake that he’s letting me go.

The trailer is silent, except for the loud panting of our breaths and the howling of the wind outside. Seconds tick by, the hunger inside us clawing to the surface. The first drop of rain, followed by the sudden onslaught breaks the tension.

Jacob pounces, faster than I knew he could move.

One hand snaps out to latch onto my ankle, dragging me to him.

I fight his pull, clutching uselessly at the makeshift bed and then the bare floor.

Twisting onto my belly in his grip, I kick out, and the crack of my foot connecting with something is more satisfying than I know it should be.

It makes me want to laugh—the giddy feeling making my chest swell.

I’m almost disappointed when I manage to break free—it was too easy. But the freedom doesn’t last long. Halfway to my feet, Jacob slams into me, and I’m back on the floor, this time with him on top of me, pinning me. Or trying to.

We grapple for control. It’s not a fight, just violence that appeases the tension in my jaw.

My mouth feels too big, too wide. Kinda like the smile on Jacob’s face.

His teeth are bared in victory as he manages to catch my forearms. He locks me in place, his knees digging painfully into my ribs.

His cock is so hard and thick, it’s almost a threat itself, jutting out from his lap.

Glassy eyed, he considers me and then collapses, crushing himself against me.

There isn’t a second to adjust to the brutal kiss. When I don’t let his tongue in immediately, he bites my lip, hard enough to draw blood. It flavours the kiss, adding to the frenzied onslaught.

Stretching out on top of me, he uses his weight to keep me in place to tear at my clothes.

A loud sob escapes me when I’m finally naked, Jacob slotting perfectly between my thighs.

The weight of him puts something right back in my body, taking away the sting in my skin.

I wrap my legs around his hips, using my feet to aid his rutting against me.

Our dicks are perfectly aligned between us, the fuzz of his belly hair a perfect torment.

I’m so hard, so desperate to come, to feel him come. I want it. I need it. The craving is in my fucking bones. I cling to him, nails scoring harsh lines down his back, fingers digging into the muscles as they ripple under his skin.

Releasing my mouth, he drags his lips over my jaw, and down, sucking a painful bruise to my neck, and then another, and another, moving across my neck until there is a ring of bruises along my collarbone.

“Yes, yes, yes.” I chant, desperate for Jacob to mark me as his. Without his kiss, my mouth feels too empty, making me hungry and needy for something to fill me.

I prise his fingers off my hips and bring them to my mouth. They are a sorry consolation prize to his cock and the heavy way it dragged along my tongue, but they’ll do.

“God, fuck, Eli. Fuck! ” Jacob bites down, hard, just under my collarbone, his teeth digging into my chest.

Spurt after spurt, his cum erupts between us, making the slide slick. His tongue tracing over the grooves of his bite sends me over the edge and my cum mingles with his as I topple into my first orgasm of the Rains.

Jacob doesn’t remove his fingers from my mouth as I gasp and writhe my way through my release. No, he just shoves them further, as far as he can, until I’m choking just like I was before. Another wave of pleasure shoots through me, and my cock jerks again.

Neither of us soften. Our cocks are just as hard as they were only moments ago. The hunger is insatiable.

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 of us .

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—absolute agony —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.