Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 185

Chapter 185

Noah

I shifted just enough to pull my boxer briefs down my thighs, letting them fall to the floor with a soft thud. Aiden sank further into the pillows behind him, his broad frame spreading out, legs splayed wide on either side of me. It wasn’t merely an invitation—it was a complete surrender. An unspoken permission. My heart hammered fiercely against my chest, each beat echoing in my ears.

From this close vantage point, his cock appeared impossibly thick, heavier and more intimidating than usual. It always had that effect on me, but tonight it seemed almost obscene in its size. A flicker of pride stirred inside me as I recalled how easily I’d learned to take him, remembering the sharp sting and soreness of those early encounters. The thought of giving him that same blend of pleasure and ache made my breath hitch, caught somewhere deep in my throat.

Slowly, I traced my fingers along the heated length of him, feeling every vein and subtle twitch beneath my touch. Clear droplets gathered at the tip, and I wiped them away with the pads of my fingers before leaning in, coaxing his knees apart with gentle pressure. Methodically, I reached between us, coating his tight ring of muscle with his own slick pre-cum, preparing him for what was to come.

I didn’t take my eyes off his face for a second. His pupils dilated wide as I began to ease two fingers inside, the muscles clenching reflexively around me. He was still tight, his body resisting the intrusion even as more fluid leaked onto his stomach.

“Breathe,” I whispered softly, my voice low but steady. As he exhaled, I pushed my fingers further in. A deep groan rumbled through his chest and traveled up my arm, his shaft twitching in my other hand, another bead of slick forming on the swollen head.

With my fingers fully inside him, I leaned forward, sealing my mouth over his cock and taking him deep until the head brushed the back of my throat. I began to move—slow, deliberate sucks in rhythm with the steady pressure of my fingers, coaxing him open. It took a moment for his body to relax, but once it did, he started to move against me, pressing down harder on my hand, his hips jerking upward into my mouth.

I rolled my hips against his, a shudder coursing through me, and let my head fall onto his shoulder. What rose inside me wasn’t just physical release—it was something far greater and entirely new, swelling behind my ribs like a living flame. A taut wire of heat building higher and higher, threatening to consume every breath I took.

When it finally broke, it wasn’t simply an orgasm—it was a tidal wave flooding through me from the inside out, an overwhelming surge of emotion that made my entire body tremble and seize. My breath caught on his name, and before I could stop myself, before any thought could form, the words tore from my lips—raw, unplanned, and undeniable.

“I love you.”

I heard myself say it before I fully understood what it meant. I love you.