Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65

Noah

After spending the entire month flirting dangerously with temptation—craving the forbidden thrill of another man’s touch—it still took me a moment to fully grasp what I was about to do. The realization that I was actually going to suck Aiden’s cock hit me with a strange mix of excitement and disbelief.

I approached the task deliberately, taking it slow, savoring every second. So slow, in fact, that I half-expected him to suddenly grab my head and thrust into my mouth until I gagged. But he never did.

Instead, I noticed the controlled rise and fall of his chest, the way his breath tightened with intention as I traced my tongue from his balls all the way up his thick shaft. I followed the prominent vein with careful attention, circling the head with a tenderness that felt almost reverent. The moment my lips closed around the glans, swirling my tongue gently and sucking just right, he jerked his hips slightly, barely holding back the urge to thrust. He could have overwhelmed me in a single powerful move—and part of me secretly wished he would—but this was meant to be a reward, a slow burn, not a punishment. So he restrained himself, fists clenched, muscles taut and ready.

I shifted forward on my knees, taking him deeper, testing my limits even though we both knew I could probably take all of him. And damn, I wanted to.

His hand found my jaw, thumb stroking softly over my throat as if he owned every inch of me—which, in a way, he did.

“That’s it, baby boy… Relax your throat. You can do this,” he whispered, his voice rough and sinful. “Good boy… Just let me in.”

Fuck. I moaned around him, the sound escaping without thought—his voice, his praise, the way he claimed me with that simple term of endearment. He throbbed against my tongue in response, and I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks as I took him deeper. His balls tapped lightly against my chin with every motion. I couldn’t tell who was more turned on—me or him.

“Fuuuck, Noah… That’s it. You’re doing so good—”

His hand tightened in my hair, hips twitching with barely contained desire. I glanced up at him with pleading eyes, silently reminding him of his promise.

“You want to stroke yourself now, Noah?” he asked instantly, reading me perfectly.

I nodded so enthusiastically I almost lost my grip on him. His hold on my hair grew firmer, anchoring me in place.

“I didn’t say stop,” he murmured, his voice dipping into something darker, more dangerous. “You’re doing beautifully, baby boy. Keep sucking me… and touch yourself while you do.”

He set the rhythm with those perfect, rolling hip movements, guiding my head as I sucked and stroked, moaning softly around him like my life depended on it. The sounds we made echoed off the walls, filthy and intoxicating, so hot I could’ve come just from the noise alone.

4:41 pm

Chapter 65

I felt the wave of my orgasm building, then remembered—fuck—the rule.

I slowed my strokes, panting heavily, and met his gaze with desperate eyes, silently begging.

He smirked—God, that smirk—and leaned forward.

“Yes, come for me now, baby.”

A groan of pure relief tore from my throat as the tension snapped. My cock erupted in thick, hot streams over my belly and chest, my entire body trembling with release. Aiden didn’t look away. He watched every pulse, every twitch, his eyes flickering between my face and the mess I’d made—his mess now.