Crossing Lines Chapter 96

**Noah**

So Coach hadn’t talked to me since game night. Hadn’t asked, hadn’t even hinted about the party or our little late-night chat. He sure as hell hadn’t tried to meet up—even when he knew I was practically throwing myself in his path.

I hadn’t missed a single damn beat. Practice? Perfect. Classes? Check. Tutoring, studying, even hitting the gym every day on top of it all, just hoping he’d notice. Hoping he’d finally reward me for everything he said I’d earn Sunday night—and for winning the fucking game. But nothing.

He even changed his workout routine. Thought I wouldn’t notice. Bullshit.

So yeah, today I decided to take drastic measures and intercept him in his office.

And it was going exactly the way I’d planned.

I was already on my knees, and despite Aiden’s warnings, lectures, and all his *“my timing, my terms”* crap, his cock was hard as a rock before I even touched him. He could say whatever he wanted—he wanted me choking on him at all times. Whether I’d “earned it” or not. Which, for the record, I totally had.

But then the director walked in. Shit… Did I not lock the door? 

For what felt like a fucking eternity, he droned on about schedules, funding, and future donor brunches. I could feel Aiden tensing above me, trying to act like nothing was happening. His thigh muscles twitched every time I moved, and the way he was leaking pre-cum down my tongue told me exactly how much he was “not enjoying” this.

I knew this wasn’t funny. This wasn’t my usual type of prank—like sneaking candy wrappers into the Tupperware he passed me every day with homemade, healthy, nutritional lunches. No, this time I was risking both of us getting tossed out on our asses.

So since I was already fucked—and not in the good way—I figured, in for a dime, in for a dollar, right?

I fisted him tighter and launched forward, swallowing him down until I nearly gagged. He almost shot out of his seat, his voice hitching mid-sentence with the director. My heart pounded, but adrenaline drowned out the fear.

And fuck, it felt good.

So I pushed harder, deeper, recklessly, and starving for him, even though my gut told me I was gonna pay for this big time.

By the time Harris wrapped up his endless talk about brunches and alumni dinners, I’d shifted to a slower rhythm, long, steady pulls that made him twitch and jerk but also forced him to relax into it. Hypnotic. Controlled.

The door finally shut behind the director.

I barely had time to breathe before Aiden yanked me up by the hair so hard I swore it tore at the roots. His eyes were fire, his jaw tight.

“You fucking brat,” he growled and shoved me back.

He tugged his shirt down to cover himself as he stalked to the door, turned the lock with a loud click, then came right back for me.

My pulse shot through the roof.

He didn’t hesitate—just shoved me down, his cock back between my lips, thrusting with brutal force. No rhythm, no mercy. His grip on my hair made my scalp scream as he deep-throated me without pulling out, and when I tried to breathe through my nose, he pinched it shut, cutting off every bit of air.

Panic slammed through me. My nails clawed at his thighs, my chest heaving, my eyes watering as he fucked my throat without stopping, without blinking, holding me there like he’d finally lost it. His glare was murderous, his pace relentless.

And then, just as I thought I was going to pass out, he emptied himself down my throat. Hot and heavy, choking me until I gagged and coughed.

He let go only to smack me across the face with his softening cock.

“If you ever—*ever*—pull that shit again, Noah, I will fucking end you. You understand me, boy?”

I couldn’t answer. I was too busy dragging in air, coughing around the burn in my lungs.

Through everything we’d ever done, every punishment, every scene—we’d played hard, we’d gone dark—but I’d never been afraid of him.

Not until now.

And yet, I had never been harder in my life. Something was definitely wrong with me.

****

By the time I finished classes and the endless practice drills that day, my body ached. My brain, too. But I still went straight to Aiden’s house. Didn’t even hesitate. The contract, the rules, the routine—I followed them like religion. And tonight, I’d wait as long as it took.

He walked in late, shirt sleeves rolled, tie undone, looking like every fantasy I’d ever had. I sat up straighter.

“What the hell were you thinking?” He finally snapped. “You think that was funny? Do you realize what could’ve happened?”

My jaw clenched. “Fine. You wanna punish me, then do it. I know I risked us both, I screwed up, but I didn’t break the damn contract—I did it with you. I haven’t done *anything* with anyone else. It’s just you.”

His eyes darkened. “What about Lexie? What the hell did you do with her?”

I swallowed. So this was the root of the problem… “Nothing. That night, I told her I didn’t want to disrespect her—especially before talking to her father. Old-fashioned bullshit excuse, I know. But it got me out of it.”

Aiden studied me, his glare sharp. “So you were being *respectful*?”

I shook my head. “No. I was lying. I’m not a respectful guy, Sir. I just… I’m trying to keep up with our agreement, but it’s fucking confusing. I can’t be with you during the week. And I can’t be with anyone else. I’m going insane. I’m horny, and it’s hard to resist a gorgeous girl throwing herself at you, especially when she can help me get everything I want.”

The second it left my mouth, I regretted it. I didn’t want to sound like some opportunist, chasing whatever advantage I could. The truth was, I was willing to put myself through all this risk, this mess, just to be with Aiden.

“Can she now?” His voice dropped, sharp. “And how’s that?”

Shit.

I hadn’t even had the chance to tell him yet, and maybe this was the worst time to bring it up, but I was already in too deep.

“Her dad—William Hart—he, uh…” I rubbed the back of my neck. “He seemed interested since the donor dinner. Said he might be able to help me out.”

Aiden cut in fast. “Why you? He hadn’t even seen you play by then.”

I swallowed. “Lexie… she recorded some of our practice. Or maybe she just mentioned me. He trusts her judgment.”

“You mean he checked you out because his daughter wants you,” Aiden snapped, voice like a blade.

“Maybe. But now he’s seen me. He came to the game, and he was impressed. Lexie said he’s seriously talking about sponsorship.”

Aiden’s eyes darkened, unreadable, but his jaw flexed. “And you really believe this?”

My chest tightened. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because men like Hart don’t hand out favors to strangers,” he snapped. “He doesn’t know you. Not your work ethic, not your grades, not a damn thing. He knows his daughter’s been smiling at you—and that’s enough for him.”

The words stung, sharper than I expected. “So what, I’m not allowed to believe someone thinks I’m good enough?”

“That’s not what I said—”

“Sure as hell sounded like it,” I cut in, heat rising in my face. “I bust my ass for you, for this team, and the second someone else notices, you act like it’s all Lexie’s fault.”

His stare was hard, unflinching. “Were you even planning on telling me about this?”

My throat went dry. “I… I was going to. I had to… They invited me to a dinner party next Friday.”

The silence that followed was heavier than any punishment he’d ever given me.