Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142

Noah

On paper—and to anyone else observing—this scenario would be every guy’s fantasy come to life.

Well… maybe not the part where I was chained up on stage, with Luna down on her knees, giving me head in front of a massive crowd. That bit was definitely not standard dream material. But Luna? She was the kind of girl guys would trade their souls for without a second thought. She was out of reach for most, a living, breathing fantasy. And there she was, lips wrapped around me, working me like she was born to do this.

It was intoxicating. Sensual. Absolutely electric.

My hardness was so intense it hurt, every nerve ending alight, my thighs trembling uncontrollably, hips thrusting involuntarily to meet her mouth. Any normal guy would have thought he’d died and gone straight to heaven.

But my gaze wasn’t on her. Not on her glossy amber eyes watering when I hit the back of her throat, not on her full lips encasing me, not on her perfect breasts bouncing with every thrust.

No, my eyes were fixed on him.

It was Aiden’s mouth I craved. Aiden’s body I wanted to touch. Aiden’s pleasure I longed to give.

Hell, I’d have chosen to suck his cock—starved and desperate like I’d been kept for weeks—over any of this, any day.

But my body didn’t care. It was panting, shaking, thrusting into Luna’s throat like the lust-driven bastard it was. My cock pulsed, swelling, aching to reach its climax.

Then I saw him. No way.

That damn boy—Anthony—was on his knees between my Master’s legs. And what the hell did he think he was doing, fumbling with his belt, sliding his hands where they didn’t belong? The audacity.

My pulse skyrocketed, pounding like a drum in my ears.

But then—Aiden let him.

Worse—he welcomed it. I saw it in the slow, deliberate way his hand slid down, caressing Anthony’s jaw before gripping his hair firmly, tilting his head just so. Then he guided him down onto his cock.

And my heart shattered.

Despite Luna’s relentless efforts, my cock softened, betraying me. I was failing her, failing Roman, probably failing everyone in this godforsaken room. But none of that mattered—not when my chest felt like it was about to cave in.

My eyes burned fiercely. Tears—damn tears—threatened to spill, like I was some weak, jealous wreck. I stepped back from her, heart pounding in my ears, and pressed a gentle, almost apologetic kiss to her forehead. She simply nodded, as if she understood, as if she knew this wasn’t about her.

Then I crawled.

Every inch forward was a humiliation. I was begging—wordlessly—for him. Begging for his attention to return. Crawling to my Master while another boy—beautiful, perfect Anthony—remained on his knees, sucking him so flawlessly it made me want to throw up.

I should have been ashamed. I should have hated myself. But all I wanted was him.

Before I could even find the words, before I could look weak in front of everyone, Aiden met my eyes.

Just looked at me.

Then, with a soft murmur of thanks and a gentle kiss to Anthony’s temple, he slowly pulled him off his cock and sent him back to his Master.