Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 79

Chapter 78

Aiden

The second I heard Devon Reilly’s voice, I froze.

Of all the people who could’ve walked down those stairs, it had to be him. The one man who would burn my career to the ground just to watch it fall.

Devon didn’t just hate me for cutting him from the team-he had reason to suspect. Months ago, when ObeyNet was all over campus gossip, he’d barged into my office without knocking. Caught a glimpse of my laptop screen… and it wasn’t a playbook he saw. Not exactly.

Just a flash-a black interface, color-coded usernames, contract clauses, and private messages-the unmistakable admin dashboard of ObeyNet. Enough for a sharp bastard like him to remember. To wonder.

He’d laughed it off at the time, tossed a throwaway line about my “special playbook,” but I’d seen the look in his eyes. He’d filed it away. Waiting.

And now here he was-at the same party, with Noah-and that was more than close enough to set my teeth on edge.

If being there had been reckless and stupid enough on my part-regardless of who might’ve found us-then giving into Noah’s temptation a second time, in the same damn place, was delusional.

Worse, it was proof that we’d both lost our minds.

No rules. No caution. Just fire and the urge to burn everything down with it.

We couldn’t keep this up. Not like this. Not here…. Starting tomorrow, it had to change.

But tonight… tonight we were in too deep to turn back.

Being in his mouth was a kind of heaven I wasn’t sure I deserved.

Noah wasn’t just on his knees-he was giving me his all, every slow drag of his tongue, every pull of his lips laced with heat and intent.

I could feel the hunger rolling off him, taste the need in the way he worked me, like every second between us tonight had been leading right here.

I knew exactly what he wanted.

Hell, I could feel it-in the press of his body, the tremor in his thighs, the ragged edge of his breath between swallows.

But I wasn’t going to f**k him for the first time here. Not in a storage closet beneath the feet of every student I coached.

What I could do what I would do-was give him exactly what I’d promised.

I pulled back slightly, letting my cock slip from his mouth, watching his lips part in pure disappointment. That look shifted instantly when I asked,

“Have you come since our last time, Noab?”

A glimmer of hope lit his eyes. “No, Sir. Not since you allowed me to.”

I believed him. Just one glance and I knew he’d been holding out, desperate for his reward.

“I’ve been a good boy, Sir… just as you asked.”

Christ-those words almost made me come on his face.

‘I yanked him up, turned us toward the wide counter, and swept every bottle and rag onto the floor. His boxers hit the ground again, and I pushed him to sit

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on the edge, my eyes devouring him-his kiss-swollen mouth, that perfect, sculpted body, those hungry, bright eyes locked on me like I was oxygen. His cock stood thick and slick between us, dripping against my groin.

“Sir-please…” he begged, spreading his knees wider.

I stepped in, pressing our cocks together, wrapping one strong hand around both. He moaned, head tilting back. He wouldn’t last long-I could feel it-but I’d promised him more than one, and he’d damn well earned them.

The moment his trembling fingers gripped my shoulder, I knew he was on the edge. “Sir-Oh God… may I-”

“You may, baby boy. Come for me.”

He bucked into my hand the instant I gave permission, spilling hard with a loud, broken cry. His release coated my hand and his stomach, and I used it to slick my cock before pressing the head to his tight hole. He gasped, tensing-then stayed open for me.

“Noah, I’m not going to f**k you,” I told him, pushing him back so his ass hung over the edge. “But I said I’d make you come twice before you lick me clean.”

He caught on fast, holding his legs tight against his chest, giving me a perfect view of where I wanted him. A few firm strokes and I spilled across his twitching ass in thick, hot ropes, my body shaking with the force of it.

Still catching my breath, I spread the mess over his entrance with my fingers before sliding one inside. He flinched, hissed, then melted into the stretch. I eased a second finger in, feeling him pulse around me. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, Sir…” he panted, hips rolling to meet my hand. When I added a third, his cock sprang back to life.

I gripped it, pumping in time with my fingers.

“Sir-That’s so-Oh, f**k… oh, f**k. Please, I… Just, don’t-”

I fastened the pace, finding that perfect spot inside him and pressing until he was moaning, babbling, and thrusting desperately against me.

“That’s it, baby… good boy…”

The second I felt him teeter on the brink, I shoved my fingers deep and stroked him hard. He came with a shuddering grunt, clenching tight around me as his cum painted my hand again.

Lowering his legs, I took in the sight of him-spent, flushed, dripping with both of us. He looked so f**king gorgeous, so mine, that for a heartbeat I considered breaking my own rule and fucking him right there.

Instead, I grabbed a towel and wiped him down. I’d barely started on myself when Noah took it from me, dropped to his knees, and looked up through his lashes.

“What are you-”

Before I could finish, his mouth was on me again-tongue dragging over my cock, my balls, every drop on my stomach. Then he took each of my fingers into his mouth one by one, sucking them clean without looking away.

And thank God for the sliver of self-control I still had-because it was the only thing keeping me from making another reckless mistake.

That simple, voluntary act of submission lit something inside me-something darker, sharper… and far more dangerous than anything I’d felt for him so far.

It wasn’t lust. Not exactly. It was possession tangled with something I didn’t have a name for.

We dressed in silence, each of us wrapped in our own tangle of thoughts, our own private turmoil. The heat between us hadn’t burned out-it was still there, simmering low and hot-but now there was something else coiled underneath it.

Just as we were about to leave, Noah leaned in and kissed me.

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It wasn’t the breathless, desperate crash of lips we’d shared minutes ago, but something softer, quieter… intimate in a way I wasn’t prepared for. It hit me like a punch I didn’t see coming.

I blinked, unsure how to process it-unsure if I even wanted to.

Noah stepped back, looking just as thrown as I felt, before slipping out the door on his own to avoid suspicion. “I’ll see you later, at your house?”

In my haze I’d made many wrong decisions that night, but there was one I was not about to make ever again in my life. “Don’t you dare!” I warned him, sharper than I intended. “You’ve been drinking. Get some sleep, and I’ll see you in the morning.”

And I just stood there, the taste of him still on my lips, wondering when the hell this took a turn.

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Chapter 79

Noah

The moment I left the basement and walked back into the party, my mind flipped from the haze of that boyfriend-type kiss I’d stupidly just given him-and the leftover nerves from almost getting caught-into sanity, dude mode. The perfect player mask slid into place: cool guy, half-drunk, loose grin, ready for anyone who looked my way. No one here could know where I’d been or who I’d been with, and I was damn well going to make sure they didn’t.

Music pounded through the walls, the smell of beer and sweat clinging to the heat-thick air. People were laughing, shouting over each other, pressed shoulder to shoulder in the cramped space. I weaved through the crowd, grabbing a drink here and there-figuring, what better way to look half-drunk than to actually become the part… Right? Wrong. I started chatting with everyone I knew, scanning for somewhere to park myself.

That’s when Keon spotted me, grinning like an idiot, a Solo cup in one hand and his arm already coming around my shoulders. “Yo, Blake!” he laughed, pulling me in. “So… how’d it go with Lexie?”

For half a second, I froze. Then it clicked-when he and Devon had walked in on me earlier, shirtless and hanging by the, basement door, claiming I had company without naming names. Of course he’d connected it to my flirting with Lexie earlier.

Perfect.

I smirked and took the cup he handed me. “She’s hot,” I said, tossing it off with just the right amount of cocky understatement. “Knows what she’s doing.”

Keon barked a laugh and gave me a lucky bastard look, then clinked his cup against mine. Just like that, cover story locked.

We ended up in the living room with a group of guys, trading dumb jokes and talking plays from camp. The music was too loud, people looser, girls a lot flirtier. I kept my grin easy, my body relaxed, but my head was still downstairs-replaying the way he’d looked at me in the shadows, the way he’d given me so much and still left me wanting more. I didn’t know what it was about this man, but I always wanted more.

And then he walked back into the room.

The noise shifted when Aiden appeared, so casual anyone would think he’d just been mingling or taking a breather outside. He moved like nothing in the world could touch him-calm, collected, and with that controlled kind of charm that didn’t compete with the chaos of the party. He clapped Keon on the shoulder, told him happy birthday, thanked him for the invite. Then he said he was grabbing a cab home.

I nodded along with the group, pretending to be just another guy in the room. Inside, every nerve in my body wanted to follow him out that door. But even drunk-me knew better-taking that ride with him was out of the question. Riding my bike to his place was just as impossible; the rules were the rules. So I stood there, watching his back disappear into the crowd, and made myself stay planted.

The cab was long gone by the time I finally pulled myself out of it. I stayed put, nursed my drink, threw a couple of cups in beer pong, let the night blur into background noise. If I left right after him, someone might notice. Better to let it breathe.

That’s when Devon showed up. He slid into the circle, drink in hand, smirking like he was already halfway to blackout. At first it was harmless-just crap talk about camp drills and how much he hated the early starts. Then he turned it on Aiden.

“Guy’s a f**king queer anyway,” he muttered, loud enough for the group to hear-some of my teammates shifting uncomfortably. “Don’t know why everyone treats him like he’s some big shot. If he were, he’d be playing, not training a loser team. Fallen star-just another failure trying to relive his glory days through rookies.”

“Well, these rookies are gonna smash your team at the championship this year thanks to him.” Keon shoved him with a laugh and a wink.

“Mercer? Please… He doesn’t stand a chance. Acts like a hard-ass ’cause it’s all he’s got left, but I bet you at home he’s a drunk, jerking off to pictures of his old team.”

The words hit me like a punch to the ribs. Heat flared in my chest, flooding fast and hard. I didn’t think. Didn’t stop.

“Shut your damn mouth,” I snapped, my voice cutting through the noise. “You don’t know a thing about him.”

Devon’s eyes narrowed, his grin turning mean. “Oh, I know enough.”

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“The hell you do,” I shot back, stepping closer, the crowd around us going still. “So unless you’ve got something worth saying, shut the f**k up.”

The guys went quiet for a beat. Keon’s eyes cut to me, quick and measuring. Devon grinned slow, like he’d just found something to sink his teeth into.

“What, you his little bitch? Teacher’s pet?”

I stepped forward before my brain caught up, my chest bumping his. The room tensed. We were both breathing hard, the edge of something real right there

between us.

“Knock it off,” someone said, pushing between us. Another guy warned Devon to cool it or get out. Devon muttered something that sounded like, “I’ll give you proof” under his breath but didn’t push it further.

The noise started back up, but my head wasn’t in it anymore. I muttered something to Keon about being tired, about heading to my dorm, and made for the door.

Halfway there, I glanced back. Keon was leaning against the wall, talking to Lexie. She laughed at something he said, but then her eyes slid toward me. Not long, just a flick-quick enough to make my gut tighten. If they were talking about me… what exactly had she told him?

Out in the cooler night air, the adrenaline bled into something heavier. I’d reacted without thinking-too fast, too raw. And all because someone mouthed off about him.

If I didn’t get it together, this was going to blow up in both our faces.

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