Page 89 of Obey

I don’t want to deal with either of them getting snippy, so I manage to get out as coherently as possible, “Mm. Negotiated.”

And fuck, it’s annoying having to reassure the whole club that my…

I burst out laughing, giddy and high, and say, “My boyfriend’s fine.”

Knives is silent, and I’m suddenly worried I said the wrong thing. But he presses a kiss to the top of my head.

“Yeah. Mads and I… I guess that’s a good word. Now come on, boyfriend, let’s get you taken care of.” He pats the front of my jeans, torturing my rock-hard erection with that simple touch.

I want to say something clever, but the words just won’t come.

That’s fine. I have other things my mouth can be used for, and I only anticipate it more and more as Knives guides me toward one of the private rooms.

Once we’re inside and the door has closed behind us, I shake off his hand so I can drop to my knees, already eagerly trying to get to his cock.

Knives laughs and grabs my hair. “Slow down, Mads. Let me get my belt and fly open.”

I shake my head, mostly to feel how his fingers tighten. “More,” I demand, although I’m not sure what, exactly, I’m demanding.

Just… him, I guess.

My fucking boyfriend.

It makes my lips twitch into a smile, and I nuzzle against his cock through his pants. “Hurry up,” I tell him, my hands going to his ass cheeks and grabbing them hard. Fuck, I can’t wait to gag on his dick, but telling him that… Words are too fucking hard right now.

Knives undoes his belt—and I remember how he’d tied me up with that—and pulls away so he can get his cock out. As soon as it’s free, I bury my nose against it and lick along the shaft.

Knives lets out a low groan. “F-fuck, Mads. You keep doing that, I’ll come down your throat and won’t be able to fuck your ass.”

I don’t really fucking care at this point. I just want to taste him, to feel him, to choke on him while he holds me in place and fucks my mouth. I groan around his cock, but I don’t let up, instead taking more of him past my lips.

“It was… going to be my surprise,” Knives says, gripping my hair tighter and pulling me off him. He squats down so we’re eye level. “I know you’d say yes even if you weren’t so gone, but I want you to know, I got the test results back. I’m officially safe to fuck your ass raw. If you want.”

I stare at him, taking the time to absorb his words. As I process them, the need to have him fuck my face takes a complete back seat to the idea of him fucking my ass bare for the first time since we’d been teenagers. “My ass,” I say, wobbling as I grab his hair to pull him in close for a kiss.

He obliges, kissing me harshly and digging his fingers into my arms. We somehow end up lying on the floor, him on top of me, completely surrounding me. I don’t know of many guys who are big enough to overpower me like this—who I’d allow to overpower me like this—but it’s exhilarating.

I never want to lose him again.

We may have been teenagers when we’d first been together, but that bond had never truly gone away. The years that had passed had made love fester into his hatred and my self-loathing, but now…

Now we have the chance for something new.

It’s his turn to reach for the button on my jeans, to pop it and unzip them and start to drag them down with so much ferocity it makes me moan all over again.

“Hurry… Hurry up,” I say, my voice still slurred, but I can’t wait much longer for him to finally fuck me without a goddamn condom in the way.

Knives groans, and after one more kiss, he pulls back. I whine, but he manhandles me so I’m lying facedown, my ass exposed. I lift my hips in anticipation.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Knives whispers, slapping my bare ass before pulling my cheeks apart. He drags his erection against my hole, hot and tempting and completely bare.

I arch up, trying to encourage him to move faster, but he stops. I hear the sound of something being torn, and disappointment briefly makes my breath stutter as I think he’s putting a condom on after all.

But then the very slick head of his cock is poised at my hole, shoving inside without mercy, and I let out a hoarse scream as he starts to fuck me.

It’s so, so fucking good.

He fills me so completely, his large cock nailing my prostate almost instantly. I curl my fingers against the slick tile floor and try to meet his thrusts, but I’m useless, my entire mind overwhelmed by the pleasure and how rough he is and?—

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