Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 71

Chapter 71

He reached out and took me into his hand first, leaning closer with a deliberate slowness. His lips parted slightly, and his breath whispered softly over the tip of me. “Let me impress you, Sir,” he murmured, his voice low and inviting.

Without hesitation, he wrapped those soft, enticing lips around me and began to take me in.

This time, there was no playful teasing, no tentative exploration. Instead, his focus was sharp and unwavering—his throat tightening as he took more and more with each movement. His hands planted firmly on my thighs, steadying himself as he worked. The low, needy moans that escaped him vibrated against me, a mixture of sweetness and raw desire that was utterly intoxicating.

I clenched the armrest tightly, jaw set, watching him with a mix of admiration and hunger. He was putting everything into this, like a man on a mission.

If this was his way of earning a night out…

Well, he was off to an incredibly strong start.

He moved with a rhythm that seemed almost natural, as if he were made for this moment—starting slow, then gradually picking up pace. He took me so deep that his nose brushed against my skin, his throat tightening around the base of me in a delicious squeeze. I groaned softly, tilting my head back as I tangled my fingers in his hair, applying just enough pressure to remind him who he belonged to.

His moan in response sent a thrilling heat rushing down my spine.

My boy was showing off—not just to earn permission for a night away, but because he wanted to. Because he enjoyed knowing I was watching, that I was on the edge, barely holding myself together. And damn, I was.

When he pulled back, he sucked hard on the tip, eyes blazing with intensity as a thin string of spit connected his lips to me. “Was that good enough for a party pass, Sir?” he asked, voice thick with anticipation.

I grabbed his jaw gently but firmly, forcing him to meet my gaze. “You think this is about a party?”

His pupils dilated, and he shook his head. “No, Sir.”

“Is this a bribe, then?”

“No, Sir,” he whispered, voice barely audible. “It’s a gift.”

“Damn right it is.”

With a groan, I pushed back into his mouth, using his throat like it was mine—which, in every sense, it was. All of him belonged to me: his lips, his obedience, his hunger.

I looked down at him, chest heaving, breath heavy.

“Good. Fucking. Boy.”

He was still stroking himself, whimpering with need, his cock flushed red and dripping.

“Please, Sir…” His voice cracked, trembling with the desperate urge to finish.

“Not tonight,” I said, brushing the sweat from my brow. “You’ll come when I say. Not a second before.”

His jaw twitched, and his hips bucked weakly into his own hand, but he obeyed—he always did.

And God… he was breathtaking like this. Wild yet obedient, desperate yet still mine.

I bent down, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, then whispered against his temple, “If you’re this good tomorrow night… maybe I’ll let you come twice.”