Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85

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Noah

I found myself waking up earlier than I ever had on a Sunday morning—a rare occurrence, especially considering how late Aiden had kept me up the night before. Usually, it was nightmares or anxiety that yanked me from sleep, but this time, it was him. His arm lay heavy across my body, his chest pressed firmly against my back, and the unmistakable weight of his morning arousal pressed into me like a secret I wasn’t supposed to notice. But I did. With him, I noticed everything.

When I barely whispered a half-question, half-plea into the still-dark room, he responded with a sleepy hum that sounded like permission. So, without hesitation, I took him into my mouth right then and there. No blindfold, no restraints—just me, eager to please him before the sun even thought about rising.

His cock swelled in my mouth, and when he released, his warm seed filled me, a taste of his morning glory. He pulled me back against him, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead as if I were something precious to hold onto. His satisfied smile made my chest tighten in a way I couldn’t explain. “Good boy,” he breathed, then added with a teasing breath, “I’ve got a surprise for today.”

A surprise.

For a moment, my mind twisted that word into a reward—like some kind of recognition for last night, for holding on, for obeying, for not breaking even when every part of me had begged to. I needed that reward desperately, like I needed air.

But then, I remembered how he had shut me down when I mentioned not caring if people knew about us. How he called it foolish talk, making it clear that certain lines existed for a reason.

So maybe this surprise wasn’t a reward at all.

“Get dressed after breakfast,” he said casually, as if it were no big deal. But suddenly, the word “surprise” didn’t sound so sweet anymore. Now, it felt more like a test.

Or maybe even a trap.

And the worst part? I wasn’t sure if I wanted to pass it—or fail it.

I followed him out of the house with a tightening knot in my stomach that only grew worse with every step.

“Shh.” His squeeze was firm, silencing my protests. My throat tightened around words I couldn’t say. “I thought you didn’t mind others knowing…”

From the back, the piercer appeared—broad, tattooed, covered in ink, radiating easy confidence. He grinned widely when he spotted Aiden. “Good morning, handsome!” he said, pulling Aiden into a warm hug and planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Good morning, Sebastian! It’s great to see you again,” Aiden replied with a bright smile, standing protectively beside me.

“So, who do we have here?” Sebastian asked, eyeing me up and down with an exaggerated gasp of approval. “He’s gorgeous! Your new boy?”

Heat rose to my cheeks at the word, but Aiden didn’t correct him. Instead, he simply said, “We’re here for a little decoration.”

“Nice… What are you thinking? Tongue? Belly? Ohhh… maybe a Prince Albert?” Sebastian almost clapped his hands at the thought.

I swallowed hard, my mind racing as I tried to process what was coming next.