Crossing Lines Chapter 70

**Noah**

If I’d had any sense left, I would’ve been terrified. This wasn’t a scene in his basement; it wasn’t some carefully drawn boundary where Dom and sub could blur into something safe. This was my dorm. My space. My territory. The wrongest place we could’ve chosen.

At any second, someone could’ve knocked, pushed the door open, asked to borrow notes or a charger or whatever the hell. At any second, the music down the hall could’ve cut, and the silence would’ve betrayed us. At any second, one of my teammates could’ve realized Coach Mercer walked in here and didn’t come out.

I should’ve been freaking out.

But none of that meant shit.

Because for better or worse, I was already falling. Hell, I’d already fallen—and I’d told him as much. The words were still burning between us. And as terrifying as that truth was, it was also the most exciting, inevitable thing I’d ever felt.

And I wanted him—risk and all.

Aiden’s weight pressed into me, pinning me to the door, his chest hot against my back, his breath dragging rough over my ear. I felt trapped and free all at once, every nerve strung tight, every thought stripped bare until all that existed was him.

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

Heat crawled up my face like fire, embarrassment mixing with hunger, but he didn’t mock me, didn’t make me feel small. He just reached for it. The scrape of the drawer, the soft click of the cap, then slick fingers sliding back over me, pushing inside with deliberate care.

It burned. God, it burned. My body fought to close around him even as my chest heaved for more. He stretched me, slowly at first, then scissoring his fingers wider until three pushed into me, deeper than I thought I could handle. My nails clawed at the wood of the door, a whimper tearing out of me before I could swallow it. “Fuck—stings—”

“Breathe,” he rasped against my ear, his voice rough with strain. “You can take it. You’re doing so fucking well.”

And then—Jesus—he found it. That spot inside that made every nerve light up, pain melting into heat, into something reckless and terrifying. A broken sound ripped out of me as my hips jerked back against his hand, chasing it.

“Sir—oh, God—” My voice cracked, my cock leaking against my stomach as my body betrayed me, pushing back, begging without words.

“You feel that?” His growl vibrated through my spine. “That’s mine. You’re mine.”

The word seared me. And I wanted it. Even through the sting, even through the burn, I needed more. Needed him. Every push of his fingers stripped away whatever resistance I thought I had left.

When his hand slowed, pulling back just enough to make me whine, I knew what was coming. My heart kicked hard, terror and want crashing into each other. “Sir,” I gasped, already shaking. “Please—I want you inside.”

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

I twisted my head, meeting his eyes, my voice raw but steady. “Then fall, Sir. Because I’m already there.”

His curse was guttural, torn out of him as the blunt head of his cock pressed against me. The first push had me choking on air, fire splitting me open. Too big, too much—I cried out, nails scraping uselessly at the door as tears pricked the corners of my eyes.

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

I met his gaze, my body shaking, pain and want crashing into each other until I couldn’t tell them apart. “Oh God—” I gasped, even as I pushed back against him, insane with need. “Keep going. Please, Sir. Just go all in.”

A groan ripped from his chest, and with one hard thrust he buried deeper, stretching me until I thought I’d shatter apart. Pain flared, but it blurred under the weight of his body against mine, the way his cock ground right against that hidden spot until sparks went shooting through me, sharp and blinding.

“Ah—fuck, Aiden—” The name slipped out, torn from me like a prayer.

“That’s it,” he growled, sweat dripping down his temple as his chest pressed into my back, relentless. “Take me. Take all of me.”

Slowly, the fire dulled into something hotter, hungrier. The ache gave way to pleasure so intense I thought my knees would buckle. My body learned his rhythm, desperate, matching every thrust with a push of my own, begging for more. His pace shifted, rougher, faster, each drive hitting that spot until my cries echoed off the small room’s walls.

His hand slid down my stomach, gripping my cock, stroking hard and fast in perfect time with his thrusts. My mind shattered under the double assault, my body trembling, strung so tight I thought I’d combust.

“Sir—I can’t—fuck, I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” he snarled. “Come for me. Now.”

The command wrecked me. I came undone in his hand, my release spilling hot across my stomach, my whole body collapsing forward, trembling, ruined.

But Aiden didn’t stop. He drove into me harder, reckless now, chasing his own edge until one last savage thrust ripped a guttural sound from his chest. His release filled me, hot, claiming, his weight collapsing onto me as his teeth sank into my shoulder.

I was wrecked. I was his.

And I never wanted it to end.

By the time the bubble around us popped, reality came crashing in. The music outside had stopped—I couldn’t tell how long ago—or who might’ve heard us in the silence that followed. Only then did I sag against him, his chest heaving against my back, both of us slick with sweat and trembling from more than just release.

We stayed pressed together, like peeling apart would undo everything we’d just done.

“What now?” I asked, my voice small, raw.

“Now…” His voice was low, steady, though I could feel the rapid beat of his heart against my spine. “Now we start facing the consequences of what we just did. Of what we just *started*.”

I swallowed hard, twisting just enough to look at him. “Are you staying the night? Or should I sneak out with you, back to your place?”

His eyes caught mine, sharp even in the dim light, something unreadable sparking there. For a long beat he said nothing, and then his mouth curved in something that wasn’t quite a smile.

“You’ll come with me,” he said simply. “We can’t stay here. Not after this.”

A shiver ran through me that had nothing to do with fear.

“Where?” I breathed.

His thumb brushed over my cheekbone, rough and tender at once. “Tonight, home. Tomorrow, somewhere I know. My terms. My ground. You’ve pushed me, Noah—pushed me to a place I swore I wouldn’t go. So now…” His voice dropped to a near-growl, his breath hot at my ear. “…I’m going to push you right back. To your edge. To *my* edge. And I know exactly how.”

The promise in his tone twisted my stomach into knots—equal parts fear and anticipation.

I didn’t answer. I just nodded, heart pounding, already knowing I’d follow him anywhere.