Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 144

Chapter 144

Aiden

The drive back was enveloped in silence, the city lights blurring into streaks of red and neon, nothing distinct enough for me to focus on. My mind was a chaotic storm, far too loud to notice the world rushing past the windows.

I had just witnessed my boy giving himself completely to a goddess onstage, his mouth worshipping her like he was born for it. My body had reacted more times than I could count—no exaggeration—and the crowd’s roar had hit me like a potent drug. Yes, temptation tugged at me relentlessly. I could still feel Anthony on his knees, expertly pleasuring me with a skill that belonged in a league of its own. He was damn good—professional level, no question. But despite all that, the only memory I wanted to cling to was my boy walking away from that goddess, who could have easily claimed Noah’s body without breaking a sweat.

It took serious guts to do what he did—and I knew his body was probably screaming for release after days of restraint—but he chose me, over everything else on that stage.

I had no illusions about how we must have looked outside the club that night. The submissive unable to perform without his master, and the master who not only allowed it but abandoned a willing, stunning submissive at his feet to accept his boy’s defiance. Not exactly the image anyone would want to present during their first official performance. But at that moment, I couldn’t have cared less.

I had given Noah a raw, unfiltered choice. He had made it. And God, that decision hit me like a breath of fresh air. Pride—sharp, intense, and almost painful—pure and possessive pride that could drive a man to reckless extremes.

He had risked everything: the sponsorship, the “normal” future, the potential ridicule and shame. Yet, after it all, he still came home to me.

The instant the door clicked shut behind us, Noah did exactly what I expected. He moved with his usual obedience, avoiding my gaze as he peeled off his clothes. His skin was flushed, muscles tight, and his cock already half-hard. Finally, he looked up, eyes swirling with guilt and desperation.

“Sir, I’m so sorry for every—”

I cut him off before he could finish. My hand found the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss that burned us both fiercely. Hungry, relentless. There would be time later for apologies, explanations, and all the messy words he thought he owed me—but not now. Right now, I wanted nothing to come between us.

“Do you think I should punish you for tonight? For walking off that stage?” I bit down gently, sharp enough to make him gasp.

A sound escaped him—half moan, half plea.

I hummed softly, slow and deliberate, the way I always did when I wanted him squirming with anticipation. And Christ, I didn’t need to look to know his cock was already leaking for me.

I dropped to my knees. Even after all this time, the look in his eyes when I knelt—like he couldn’t quite believe this was real—was enough to ignite a fire inside me. My hand wrapped around his shaft, hot and slick, before I took him fully into my mouth.

“Fuck!” His shout echoed off the tile as his hand slammed against the wall, searching for balance.