Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 53

Chapter 53

“Oh my God, Sir…” I gasped, breath hitching as he drew me deeper into himself. His mouth worked with a fierce determination, jaw tightening as his throat flexed rhythmically around me. My entire body tensed, caught in a whirlwind of sensation so intense I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began. It was as if every flick of his tongue claimed a part of me, marking me in a way I’d never experienced before.

I ached to reach out, to bury my hands in his hair, to hold on tightly—to ground myself in this overwhelming moment. But I remained still, unable to move, even as desire surged through me like wildfire.

He pulled back briefly, just enough to catch his breath, then engulfed me once more—this time slower, deeper, as if he wanted to memorize every sound I made. My moans escalated into desperate pleas, breath catching sharply as his tongue traced delicate circles along the sensitive head, suckling me with a cruel tenderness that threatened to unravel my mind.

“Sir, please—I need—God, I need—” I stammered, voice trembling with urgency.

A low groan rumbled from deep within him, the vibration traveling through my spine like an electric current.

Just when I thought I couldn’t bear it any longer, his hand slid over my hip, holding me firmly in place. The other cupped my balls, fingers warm and practiced, steady and sure. That touch was everything—too much and yet somehow not enough—utterly perfect.

His mouth quickened, sucking harder and faster, matching the frantic rhythm I was desperate to follow with my hips. I wanted nothing more than to fuck his mouth—wildly, fiercely.

The thought of fucking my Master’s mouth was so surreal it nearly pushed me over the edge. But I was trapped, pinned down, unable to move or chase the pleasure. He controlled every inch of me—every shudder, every cry.

I was unraveling completely, and I didn’t care if I broke apart.

“Sir—I’m gonna—fuck—” I tried to say, but my words dissolved into a shaky breath, the tremor in my voice betraying everything.

He didn’t pause.

A low moan escaped him as he took me even deeper, tongue swirling in maddening circles, grip firm and possessive, breath hot against my skin. The pleasure crashed over me suddenly, overwhelming every nerve at once—no warning, no mercy.

I shattered.

“From this moment forward,” he murmured, “you belong to me. Completely.”

My heart skipped a beat.

“You will ask permission before canceling any prearranged meeting. I don’t care if it’s the weekend or not. If anything changes, you tell me. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered back, voice barely audible.

“I don’t want anyone else touching you,” he said, his hand sliding down to grip my waist just a little tighter. “No boy. No girl. No one. You are mine, and only I am allowed to touch you.”

I swallowed hard, warmth flooding my cheeks.

“We’ll set the new rules tomorrow,” he continued, leaning in to press a slow, claiming kiss to my lips. “But tonight… you sleep right here.”