Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 267

Chapter 267

Noah trembled, a soft cry escaping him, the sound sending a thrill through me as I held him in my mouth. He began to thrust deeper, his movements growing more urgent, blurring my vision with the intensity of it all. I was completely lost in the moment—each moan, each desperate gasp, each frantic thrust drove me closer to the edge, my body aching with need.

It was time to take him further.

I pulled back, a sly smile playing on my lips as I caught the flicker of confusion in his eyes. “Not yet,” I whispered, my voice low and commanding. “Turn around. Get on your hands and knees.”

Without hesitation, he obeyed, shifting quickly. I grabbed his hips firmly, forcing his thighs wider with my knee, then leaned close, my breath warm against his ear. “Relax. I’m not going to take you just yet, Noah.”

He let out a soft sigh, slumping slightly. “You’re not?”

My hand wrapped around him again, stroking slowly, while I pressed my length against the curve of his ass. “I want to savor you more, baby boy… until you’re trembling with need.”

If he had resisted, begged, or pleaded, I would have lost all control. But instead, I distracted us both, spreading his cheeks and trailing my tongue slowly between them, lingering over his tight entrance.

Noah jerked with a moan. “Oh God, Aiden, I’m already trembling…” His body quivered beneath me, gripping the sheets as if they could hold him steady. I devoured him relentlessly, licking and sucking until I was breathless, drowning in his taste. Teasing Noah was addictive—each moan was a hit I couldn’t refuse. His hands tore at every boundary, clawing into my defenses, ripping down my walls, reaching deep into my soul—if I even had one left.

I was beginning to crave him like the most dangerous addiction. Obsession. Possession. Enough to let him be my undoing.

“Aiden—please,” he gasped, his voice breaking with hunger. He bucked against my tongue, my grip, every nerve ending on fire. “I need… more.”

His cock pulsed urgently in my hand. I pulled my tongue away, replacing it with a finger that slid into his tight heat. His muscles clenched around me, spasming, and I groaned in response. A second finger joined, then a third—he flinched with a sharp cry, but then pushed back, moaning through the stretch until he was panting, wild and desperate, riding my hand.

“Fuuuck—” he cried out, voice cracking with need.

Jesus Christ. Seeing him like that—his hole gripping me to the knuckles, pulling me deeper with such eager hunger—made my cock throb painfully against my stomach. I was drooling, overwhelmed by the urge to plunge into him, to claim him completely.

We hadn’t spoken about what came next. Not yet. Knowing what was at stake, what he had risked tonight, felt like tearing down the final barrier—the one that might destroy us forever.

That’s why, when Noah turned to me, eyes wide and pleading, his voice a raw whisper of need, everything inside me shattered.

“Please, Aiden,” he begged. “I need you to fuck me. Now.”

Goddamn it. That plea wasn’t just desire—it was surrender. Something in the way he looked at me shifted.

Not just desire. Not urgency.

7:20 pm

Something older. Deeper. Final.

His hands tangled in my hair, our breaths mingling, our bodies pressed close and aching—but the air between us had changed. It felt like we’d reached the edge of something irreversible. Maybe I should have been afraid. Maybe I should have stopped. Maybe I should have thought about the contracts, the cameras, the school, William, the cruel world waiting outside.

But all I could think was this:

If we cross this line tonight, there is no line left.

No more hiding.

No pretending we can walk away.

No door back into the lives we once knew.

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