Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 231

Chapter 230

His body aligned perfectly with mine, his gaze locked onto my eyes as he slowly pressed forward. Every inch of him slid inside me with deliberate care, savoring the tight embrace of my muscles wrapping around him until he was fully sheathed. I writhed beneath him, craving more, my body aching for the next wave of sensation.

Then, suddenly, he spanked my ass firmly. “I’m in control here, Noah,” he declared, his voice low and commanding.

I couldn’t resist giving him a little pushback, not out of rebellion but because I knew how much he enjoyed it. Smirking, I wrapped my legs around his waist and began to roll my hips against his. God, he felt absolutely incredible. We moved together, perfectly in sync, thrust for thrust, sweat slicking our skin as our breathing grew ragged, lips barely parting as we gasped against each other.

“Aiden! I’m—”

He bent close, nipping my ear gently, voice strained with need. “Come for me, Noah.”

“I want you to come first,” I whispered, tightening my grip around him with my legs. Before I could think twice, I flipped us over, seating myself atop him once more. My thighs flexed, abs tightening as I rode him, moving steadily up and down his shaft.

“Fuck, you look so damn sexy,” he growled, his muscles tensing, balls drawn tight against his body.

“Come for me, Coach,” I breathed, my voice trembling slightly, higher than usual. I reached down, gripping my own shaft, stroking myself as my hips slammed down on his.

“We both do, babe,” he choked out, thrusting upward with renewed urgency, driving deep and fast.

“Oh God, Aiden… Fuuuuuck!” I cried out as waves of release crashed through me, my cum splattering across his body. His shaft pulsed inside me with every spurt of my climax, filling me completely as I marked him like a claim.

He sat up, pulling our chests flush together, one arm wrapping around me to steady us. We writhed against each other, savoring every last second of bliss as his own release stretched on endlessly.

“I love you, Noah,” he whispered, breathless, sinking back against the pillows and drawing me close to his chest.

For a long moment, we remained still.

The outside world ceased to exist—only the sound of our ragged breaths and the thunder pounding in my chest filled the room.

His hands trembled on my skin, rough but tender, and I longed to close my eyes and pretend this was something permanent. To pretend he wasn’t already slipping away from me.

Because he was. I could feel it in the way he held me—not like a man claiming what was his, but like someone memorizing what he was about to lose.

I wanted to tell him I’d give up everything for him—the fame, the fortune, the perfect future he always dreamed of. But I knew he wouldn’t hear me. Not tonight.

He was trying to say goodbye with his lips still pressed to mine.

So I kissed him harder, desperate to make him forget his logic, his fears, the walls he kept building between us. I wanted to burn through those barriers, to brand myself into his memory so deeply that every breath he took would remind him of me.

“I love you too, Aiden,” I whispered.

When he finally pulled away, he said nothing. He just stared, as if I were something sacred and doomed all at once. In his eyes, I saw pain, fear, and regret.

And that look hurt more than any rejection ever could.

Because in that moment, I realized this was the line—the boundary between what we wanted and what we could actually have.

His thumb brushed gently against my cheek, a touch too tender for what we were, and I almost broke under it. He sighed deeply, as if shaking off every demon in his mind.

“Only tonight,” he murmured, barely audible.

I nodded, but my heart refused to agree. It was already plotting how to make him say my name again tomorrow.

Chapter 231

Aiden

“Noah.” I cupped his cheek, forcing him to meet my gaze. The confusion in his sleepy eyes nearly broke me. “It’s Friday. You have school.”

He blinked, surprised. “Already?”

“Yeah.” I glanced at the clock, though the numbers were blurry through the fog in my head. “You need to go. Before anyone sees you leaving.”

His mouth opened as if to argue, but he stopped when he saw the seriousness on my face. “Aiden…”

I kissed him once more—a soft, lingering goodbye I didn’t deserve. “Last night, you said ‘just for tonight.’ Remember?”

He hesitated, pain flickering across his features. “Yeah.”

“Well… the night’s over.” My throat tightened as I spoke the words. “You need to leave, Noah. Now.”

He held my gaze for a long moment, as if he could see through every lie I was telling myself. Then he nodded slowly and slid out of bed, the sheet falling away from his hips. I forced myself not to reach for him.

When the door clicked shut behind him, the silence hit me harder than the guilt. I sat there, head in my hands, whispering to no one, “What’s wrong with me?”

The next ten days became my punishment.

Each morning began before dawn—field drills, weight training, endless practice. We were heading into the finals, and the tension was thick among the team, but no one pushed harder than I did. I gave myself no room to think—not about that night, not about Noah’s skin against mine, not about the way he looked at me when he left.

I had to conquer my weakness before it destroyed us both.

Despite our unspoken agreement, we exchanged glances in the gym—the forbidden brushes in the hallway, lingering after class to steal a word. Our final season practices always had an audience, and among them, the ever-watchful Hart family.

I could tell Noah was starting to unravel, but it wasn’t until he declined a couple of their after-practice invitations that I realized things were spiraling out of control. William was not a man to be trifled with, and his displeasure was clear.