Crossing Lines Chapter 95

**Aiden**

The last two days had been chaos. Campus full, classes kicking off, practice schedules stacked, the kind of college storm that left no time for breathing. Which meant I’d barely seen Noah outside of the field. Not that I was exactly looking forward to it—not with the question hammering my brain since game night.

Did Noah take Lexie home?

Damn it. The thought of whether he’d fucked someone seemed to be a permanent echo in my skull. This wasn’t the first time I’d wondered after a party, and it wouldn’t be the last. What kind of sick game had I stumbled into? I wasn’t supposed to get emotionally involved. But here I was, being eaten alive, falling for someone I shouldn’t. Someone I couldn’t. At least not now.

I saw him working his ass off every day—on the field, in the classroom, dragging himself through tutoring sessions. He needed a 3.0 GPA to keep his scholarship, and though he was smart, the hours didn’t add up. Classes, studying, practice, more practice. And yet he still found time for the gym.

At the exact times he knew I’d be there.

I’d caught him at least three times, hanging around the weight room like he wasn’t waiting for me. But I knew better. And every time, I’d changed my own routine, going early in the mornings just to avoid him. Two days since he kissed me in my office, and I didn’t trust myself alone with him any more than I trusted his self-control.

Friday morning, I’d just finished my workout when the first rush of students started trickling through campus. I went to my office, ready to shower and face the day.

The knock came quick, the door opening before I could say a word.

“Happy Friday, Sir.”

Noah.

“Good morning, Noah, and it is *coach* here,” I said evenly. “How can I help you?”

He shut the door behind him with a quiet click.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my pulse already picking up.

“Making sure we’re safe.” He leaned across my desk and kissed me.

And fuck if it didn’t undo me.

I stiffened, caught off guard, but inside my body had just lit up, every nerve sparking at once. Just the sight of him—fresh from the shower, hair damp and coconut-scented, those bright blue eyes that could see right through me—it was enough to wreck me.

I swallowed hard, forcing control into my voice. “Stop whatever you’re planning. And open the damn door—you think locking us in here looks less suspicious?”

But then his mouth was on mine again, harder this time, shutting me up. His grin curved against my lips. “You know what I’m planning. It’s been a while, and I’m here to suck your dick. It’s time,” he said as if it was the most natural part of our daily routine.

“No, Noah. It is definitely not time. You get your reward when I say you’ve earned it and not here. You need to go,” I warned him.

“You’ve fucked me right on this desk before, so…” He gave me a salacious grin, cupping his erection through his pants, and fuck if he wasn’t making me salivate… But no matter how damn horny I was, this was absolutely unacceptable.

I take a deep breath. “Noah, that was after school hours and the place was empty. It isn’t now…. The hallways are full of students, please get out.” 

“C’mon, Coach. Live a little. No student’s coming to see you at eight a.m.” He walked around my desk, and when I stood to send him out, he shoved me back down into the chair. My pulse spiked as he crouched beside me, fingers already at my belt.

“Are you insane? Noah, stop—”

But he was grinning, determined, tugging at the buckle. “You’re mouth is saying one thing, coach, but the huge bulge in your pants is saying *suck me* loud and clear…. “

I was just about to drag him up and throw him out when—

A sharp knock rattled the door.

Fuck.

The handle turned.

In an instant, I shoved him under the desk, my knees almost knocking into his shoulders. “Damn you, Noah. Stay.”

I sat straight, forcing breath into my lungs.

“Come in,” I called, voice steady by sheer force of will.

The door swung open, and the school director stepped inside.

“Coach Mercer,” he said warmly, “I hope I’m not interrupting.”

“Not at all,” I managed, motioning toward the chair across from my desk. My hand twitched at my thigh, trying to signal Noah to stay still, to not even *breathe*.

But the second the director sat down, I felt it—hot breath against my crotch. My fly still open.

My pulse spiked.

“How can I help you?” I asked with a forced smile.

Director Harris folded his hands on the desk. “First of all, congratulations, Coach Mercer. That was quite a show the Wolves put on last weekend. The board is buzzing about it.”

“Thank you,” I managed, my throat tight.

“I’ll be frank—we haven’t seen this kind of energy from the program in years. Alumni are already calling me, donors are excited, and the dean’s office wants to know if you’re prepared to sustain this momentum.”

A flicker of movement under the desk made me twitch. 

I forced myself to nod. “We’re…prepared. The boys have been working hard. I expect the same level of intensity in the next game.”

Harris smiled. “Eastfield was a good start, but now you’ve got Franklin Tech next Friday. They’ve got a deep bench, strong defense—you’ll have to be sharper.”

“Absolutely,” I said through my teeth. My hands gripped the edge of the desk, white-knuckled.

Meanwhile Noah shifted against the wooden paneling that hid him completely, fidgeting, adjusting, his knees pressing into me. He was restless, impatient, cramped under there like a caged animal. The brush of his hair tickled my stomach, his breath scorching my skin.

Harris kept talking, oblivious. “I was particularly impressed with Blake. That boy’s got nerve.”

*Oh, you have no fucking idea…*

Noah’s fingers slipped under the band of my briefs, tugging my cock free. I instinctively clamped my legs together under the desk, trying to warn him off, but he only pushed harder, insistent, stroking me with maddening patience.

“He’s young, but he has presence,” Harris went on. “If you can keep his grades steady and his head clear, he’ll be a real asset to this program.”

I could practically feel the smug smirk on Noah’s face. I couldn’t wait to slap it off later. My heart lurched. My cock throbbed. I gave the director a tight smile. “I’ll make sure of it.”

And then Noah’s lips replaced his hand.

My whole body jolted.

Harris leaned back in the chair, rambling about funding proposals and scheduling another alumni dinner. His voice blurred into static, my brain split clean in two—half trying to calculate polite answers, half burning alive from the suction building between my thighs.

“We’ll be ready,” I said evenly, gripping the desk so hard my knuckles ached. “The Wolves are focused. You’ll have nothing to worry about.”

But inside, my nerves were shot. My system on fire. Fury and arousal tearing me apart in equal measure.

*Goddamn you, Noah. I’m going to murder you for this.*