Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95

Aiden

The instant my lips met his cock, his entire body jolted with a sudden, sharp shudder. I started slowly, teasing him deliberately—dragging my tongue along the length, tracing circles around the sensitive tip, eliciting a shiver and a string of curses from him. Then, I parted my mouth wider and took him in, savoring the sensation as I stretched around him, moving cautiously at first, letting every inch of him settle on my tongue.

His hand found its way into my hair, tentative and trembling, as if he feared I might punish him for daring to touch me. But when I let out a soft moan, muffled around him, he gripped tighter, pulling me closer, guiding my movements. A rhythm formed—shallow thrusts at first, then growing bolder as his hips began to move with increasing urgency.

I gave in. Damn it, I gave in. I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper, more eagerly, more recklessly than I had intended, because the truth was, I craved this just as much as he did. His fingers tangled in my hair, the rough, ragged sound of my name—or no, not my name—”Sir,” slipping from his lips in a broken, desperate chant.

I was supposed to be the one in control. The teacher. The guide. But here I was, on my knees with his cock in my mouth, his body trembling beneath my touch, and suddenly I wasn’t sure who belonged to whom anymore.

Noah’s cries pierced straight to my core, each broken sound cutting through my restraint like a knife—and thank God for the loud music blaring from every dorm room nearby, or this moment might have spiraled into something far worse. He thrust harder into my mouth, reckless and needy, my eyes watering as I took him deeper, gagging on his desperation—and fuck, I loved every second of it. The taste of him, the heat radiating from his body, the way he shook because of me.

But I couldn’t let him fall over the edge just yet. Not like this.

I slipped my mouth free, smirking at the way his brows knit together, confusion and frustration battling in his gaze. “Not yet,” I murmured, my voice rough with desire. “Turn around. Hands against the door.”

Without hesitation, he obeyed, leaning forward, trusting me completely even now. God, this boy. I lowered his hands a few inches so I could bend him over slightly, bracing one hand on his hip. Using my knee, I spread his thighs apart until he was open and vulnerable before me. Leaning close, I growled into his ear, “Relax. I’m not fucking you. Not yet.”

His shoulders sagged, a flicker of emotion passing through his features—relief, maybe frustration. “You’re not?”

“Not tonight.” My fist moved slowly around his cock, steady and deliberate, while the length of me pressed heavily against the curve of his ass, just enough to make him shiver. “You’re close, but not quite there.”

If he argued, if he begged, I knew I’d crumble. I always did for him. But instead of giving him the chance, I spread him wider and pressed my tongue down between his cheeks, licking a long, slow stripe over his tight, untouched hole.

“Holy shit.” He jerked, gripping the doorframe, his voice ragged. “God, Sir…”

He trembled beneath me, clutching at anything for balance as I devoured him, licking and sucking until the taste of him drowned out every last bit of control I had left. Each moan was a hit straight to my veins. Teasing him was like mainlining obsession—a hunger I’d never be able to shake.

And fuck me, I didn’t want to.

The room hung heavy with silence, thick and dangerous. He leaned back just enough to brush his lips over mine—one of the forbidden kisses—and then broke the silence, voice quiet, breathless, but steady. “Then fall, Sir. Because I’m already down there. Fuck me now.”

“Noah, this is a mistake… I should probably go.” I gathered the last shards of my self-control.

“No!” He spun around, pressing himself against the door, his perfect ass—round, muscular, taunting—pushing back toward me. “I know you want this. Just do it. Fuck me, Sir.”

I sucked in a breath, fighting the burning urge behind my eyes. Christ, I wanted him so badly it nearly tore me apart. My body ached with need. My chest tightened with it. But I couldn’t—shouldn’t—give in.

I stepped back, hating myself, hating the hunger clawing through every nerve. “Noah, I just—”

“Please, Aiden.” His voice cracked through the air like a whip. “I don’t care what you said. This isn’t the basement. I want you. Not just him. I need you.”

Damn you, Noah. When he said my name like that—like a prayer, like a desperate plea—it wasn’t just my reckless, unhinged side he called to. He reached the part of me I’d buried the deepest. He broke something inside, and all my walls splintered.

I closed the distance like a man starved, like an addict desperate for a fix, crushing my body against his. The moment I touched him, my control snapped back—but it was the wrong kind of control. The kind that meant I was already lost.