Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 96

Chapter 96

Noah

If I had any rational thought left in me, fear would have gripped me tightly. This wasn’t some controlled environment like Dom’s basement—a place where the boundaries between dominance and submission blurred into a safe zone. No, this was my dorm room. My personal refuge. The absolute worst location for what was happening.

At any moment, someone could have knocked on the door, barged in asking for notes, a charger, or some trivial favor. The music echoing down the hall might have suddenly stopped, and the silence would have exposed us instantly. Any one of my teammates could have noticed that Coach Mercer had entered here but hadn’t come back out.

I should have been panicking.

But none of that mattered.

Because whether it was wise or reckless, I was already falling. In fact, I had already fallen—and I had admitted it to him. The words still hung between us, burning with raw intensity. As frightening as that truth was, it was also the most thrilling and inevitable feeling I had ever experienced.

And I wanted him—risk and all.

Aiden’s body pressed firmly against mine, pinning me to the door. His chest was warm against my back, his breath rough and ragged as it brushed my ear. I felt both trapped and liberated at once, every nerve taut, every thought stripped down until only he remained.

My mouth went dry, my lips trembling before I forced out the words, low and uncertain. “Sir… there’s lube. In my drawer.”

A blush of heat crept up my neck, mixing embarrassment with a fierce hunger, but he didn’t mock me or make me feel small. Instead, he reached for it. The soft scrape of the drawer opening, the quiet click of the cap, then slick fingers sliding back over me, pushing inside with slow, deliberate care.

When his hand slowed, pulling back just enough to make me whine, I knew what was coming. My heart hammered hard, terror and desire crashing together in a chaotic storm. “Sir,” I gasped, already trembling. “Please—I want you inside.”

“I know,” he murmured, dragging his cock along my ass, teasing my stretched entrance. “But understand me, Noah—if I take you now, that last barrier’s gone. Once I give in, I’m falling. Literally falling off the edge. Probably to our doom.”

I turned my head, locking eyes with him, my voice raw but steady. “Then fall, Sit. Because I’m already there.”

His curse was guttural, torn from deep inside him as the blunt head of his cock pressed against me. The first push had me gasping for air, fire splitting through me. Too big, too much—I cried out, nails scraping helplessly at the door as tears pricked the corners of my eyes.

“Look at me,” he commanded, one hand sliding to my throat—not choking, but steadying me, anchoring me. His grip forced me to lift my head, to meet the fierce storm burning in his eyes. “Don’t hide from me. Not now.”