Page 36 of Obey

It’s too hot in here, but there’s nothing I can do about that. His body is just there, and there’s nothing I can do about that, either. I grumble to myself, and I must fall asleep, because when I wake up, I’m on my other side.

I’m facing Knives.

His eyelids are fluttering like his eyes are moving underneath there, and his mouth is slightly parted. I can smell the mint of his toothpaste.

And I can feel his erection rubbing against me—against my erection.

Fuck.

I try to stay still, but I can’t. I find myself rubbing back against him—subtly, slowly, before I catch myself. I’m breathing heavily, but I try to control it, and myself, not wanting to wake him up and have him realize what I’m doing.

I take a breath and start to roll onto my back, but Knives’s large hand suddenly grabs my shoulder.

“Keep going,” he says roughly, his eyes intense. “Do it.”

I shouldn’t. I know I shouldn’t. But his authoritative, dominant voice has always been my weakness. I settle reluctantly back onto my side, not meeting his eyes again as I slowly start to rub against him.

I’ll regret this in the morning. This constant push and pull is driving me insane, but right now, in the middle of the night, I can’t bring myself to care that it’s a terrible idea.

We’re both still wearing underwear. The soft cotton feels overly restrictive now, but I don’t want to get my cock out. I roll my hips, pleasure building inside me even as my face heats with humiliation.

Knives doesn’t move at all. He keeps watching me, holding me, but his hips are utterly still.

“Feels good.” Knives’s breath hitches when I press harder against him. “Good. Get yourself off, Mads.”

Mads.

He hasn’t called me that in years. Not since before our lives had been turned upside down. Hearing it makes me swallow hard, makes me hesitate instead of telling him to get the fuck away from me.

I bite my lip, then slowly, carefully, I start to frot against him. “Nayeem,” I whisper, testing out the name, seeing if he’ll snap at me and end all of this.

He moans and tightens his grip on my shoulder. The extra pressure—that slight hint of pain—does nothing to dampen my own desire.

I let out a slow, shaky breath, and I want more than anything to kiss him. That would ruin everything, though, wouldn’t it?

I can’t help it. I grip my cock through the cloth, squeezing it hard, still rubbing it against his. Then I lean in and kiss him because I can’t imagine doing anything else right now.

He kisses back, pulling me closer, and now our cocks are trapped between us. Every tremble and quiver causes delicious friction that sends pleasure shooting through my body.

Knives grips my hair and tightens enough that my scalp aches, but that’s good, too.

It’s like we’re teenagers again, making out in my bed and learning what we like.

My breaths are coming hot and heavy, panting gasps in between those desperate kisses. They’re raw, needy, not like they had been the last time but somehow something more.

“Fuck,” I whisper against his lips, and I do take my cock out from beneath my boxers now, fumbling to do the same with his so I can feel the friction of heated skin on heated skin.

Knives covers my hand with his and guides it to our cocks. “Go on,” he whispers against my lips. “Do it. Make us come, Mads.”

I make a needy little sound, nodding to him. If he hadn’t called me Mads, if he wasn’t being so fucking nice, I wouldn’t be able to do this. But I can’t help it. I can’t stop this.

I stroke the both of us together, feeling the pleasure building from the base of my spine—building and building, until I’m on the edge. I don’t think I can take any more, and I gasp out, “You?”

Knives kisses me in response, his beard scratching against my skin, all while he thrusts his hips against me.

I nod, stupid as it feels, and kiss him back so deeply, so desperately, and I groan when I spill all over my hands—my hands, and his cock, and soaking our underwear with it. He’s not far behind me, making the mess even bigger as he comes too.

We lie there in silence, and I don’t say anything, can’t say anything.

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