Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64

Aiden.

My blood surged like wildfire beneath my skin. My heart pounded fiercely inside my chest, each beat echoing the weight of Noah’s revelations. Every confession he had just poured out felt like a searing brand, embedding itself deep within me—impossible to forget, impossible to ignore.

The truth was, when I first saw Noah, it wasn’t only his flawless physique or the sharp angles of his cheekbones that drew me in. It was the bold arrogance blazing in his stunning blue eyes—the fierce fire with which he stood his ground. That cocky, untamed energy was a challenge I couldn’t resist. I wanted to tame it, to bend it to my will, to claim it as my own. But as time passed, beneath that defiant exterior, I discovered something far more valuable. Something fragile and tender, yet achingly human—a heart damaged, but still beating strong. A heart I was willing to break myself to shield. One I’d piece back together, no matter how long it took.

And now… here he was, trembling in my arms.

His lips brushed against mine again—hesitant at first, then growing urgent, desperate. He shifted closer, pressing his body into mine, needy and exposed. I felt a rush of tension surge down my spine, my body answering without question, my cock springing to life beneath him. His skin was warm against mine, his chest rising and falling in quick, uneven breaths, every inch of his bare body humming with raw desire. His fingers tangled in my hair, his mouth parting just enough for me to taste the desperation in his kiss.

God, I wanted him.

I longed to explore every inch of his skin—to trace every scar, every shiver, every bruise left by that man, and erase them all with my touch. I wanted to show him exactly how much I desired him, how painfully hard he made me, how close I was to surrendering.

But if I gave in now—if I let him take control of this moment, if I sacrificed the structure we’d painstakingly built for mere comfort or lust—I’d lose more than just control. I’d lose his respect. I’d blur the boundaries, confuse the fragile trust we were only beginning to rebuild. And I couldn’t afford that. Not now.

As he ground himself against the bulge in my pants, I gripped his wrists firmly but gently, breaking our kiss.

“Noah,” I said, my voice thick with restraint, “stop. Before I have to punish you.”

His breath hitched. His pupils dilated, lips swollen, cheeks flushed with heat. I saw the flicker of confusion and hurt in his eyes, but he didn’t pull away.

I held his gaze steady. “You don’t get to take control—no matter how much I want you. Not after tonight. Not like this.”

I could feel his breath against my chest, his pulse pounding wild beneath my hands. Still, I didn’t let go.

“You want me?” I whispered, softer now. “Then earn it. Show me the boy I trained—the one who follows my lead and knows his place. Because that boy…” My hand slid up to cradle the back of his neck. “That boy, I’d burn the world for.”

He said nothing.

And neither did I.

Not immediately.

Because despite every fiber of me screaming to keep going, to take, to claim—I knew I had to make him understand the weight of this pause. The meaning behind it. Control wasn’t about denial. It was about preservation. About protecting him, and everything we were building.

“How do I earn it, Sir?” His voice was low, ragged, each word dripping with need.

“You don’t just take what you want, Noah,” I said firmly but quietly. “You don’t put your urges above mine. And you never use your Master as a humping post. Next time you do that, I’ll edge you so long your balls’ll turn blue. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir—I’m sorry…” His head bowed, guilt coloring his cheeks, voice barely above a whisper.

“You’ve done very well today, and I’m pleased,” I softened slightly, “but that doesn’t erase my rules or your responsibilities.” I tilted his chin up to meet my eyes. “Now tell me the truth—have you touched yourself or come since I told you not to?”

Not tonight.

What I’d already done—and what I was about to do—was enough for now. More than enough. But fucking him? That wasn’t going to happen under the haze of trauma, not while emotions still clung to him like a second skin, not while he trembled, desperate, his cock straining against his stomach like it might burst.

I wasn’t going to take him for the first time while his mind was clouded and his control slipping. He deserved more than that. I needed him sound. Present. Fully mine, fully aware of what that meant.

Still, nothing stopped me from pulling out my hard cock and giving it one long, deliberate stroke. His eyes widened, jaw slack, as he stared—his pink tongue slipping out to wet his lower lip.

“I want you to suck me,” I said, voice low and steady. “And if I like what you do, I’ll let you touch yourself while you pleasure me.”

A soft whimper escaped his lips. “Sir, I—”

“Take it or leave it, Noah.” My tone was a warning, but he wasn’t looking at my face anymore. His gaze was fixed on my cock as if it was the only thing in the room.

He shuffled forward on his knees, inching closer as I spread my legs for him, giving him full access to everything he wanted but hadn’t dared ask for.

I wasn’t sure he’d do it. But still holding my gaze, he reached out and wrapped his hand around me—slow and hesitant at first, like he needed to convince himself it was real. He stroked once. Twice. Each movement more confident than the last.

Oh, yeah… Good boy.

And now, we’d find out just how good he could be.