Chapter 135
Noah
I thought that when Aiden said the night would be ours, he was
gonna fuck me senseless. It took a minute for my mind to catch up with the realization that to him, release was reward–and he’d
promised me that the next day.
I figured I’d be disappointed. But the hell if I was.
Spending time with him like normal, vanilla people could actually be nice sometimes. Don’t get me wrong–I’d gotten used to the thrill of the unknown with him. That constant edge of danger was a turn–on I didn’t think I could ever live without again. But every now and then, cooking together, watching a movie while he tickled my arm, just feeling him next to me like we were some happy, normal couple–it made me ache in a different way.
Though truth be told, Aiden’s version of “normal” was most people’s description of a wild night.
I loved the way he could turn any mundane activity into some ritual of sensuality and bliss.
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First, the bath. His giant tub upstairs, filled after he sprinkled in salts
and oils that smelled like incense. Candles glowing, soft music
playing, glasses of wine in hand. He pulled me against his chest while
he read aloud from a book of mystery short stories, his fingers lazily
combing through my hair. Me–the guy who usually jumped into the
shower and called it done, whose idea of pampering was remembering
conditioner once a week–was beginning to discover a world of secret
pleasures women have apparently known for centuries….
Then dinner. Even that was an experience. We fed each other slowly,
sensually, savoring every bite. I kept my eyes locked on his as I slid a
fork past my lips, and when it was his turn, he sucked the sauce from
my fingers until my knees went weak. Honestly? It was the most
erotic thing I’d ever done apart from sucking him off.
The night had been perfect. But this morning? My mind was a mess.
Our talk last evening had gone badly. Mostly because I kinda thought
he was right. But also because one question kept running through my
head, circling like a vulture.
Aiden and I had something special that not many had. And I wasn’t
even talking about the kinky BDSM shit. (Though, let’s be real–no
one I knew had that either.) We had football, careers on the rise, and
passion for the game. We had this connection that felt like it
shouldn’t exist but did. As fucked up as it might sound to anyone
else, even through a dominant and submissive relationship, we
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worked. Every weekend, every holiday–we worked,
I made him happy. I was sure of it. He sure as hell made me happy.
From my obedience and company to my blowjobs and the occasional
fuck, we were good for each other.
The one problem? The constant fear of being caught. My social
isolation. The endless rejection of girls‘ flirting, advances, and
temptations. It was exhausting.
So maybe, just maybe, if people saw me with Lexie, they’d stop
looking so closely at me. My time with Aiden would stay in the
shadows where it belonged, and nobody would question it. As long as
she understood I had practice and games and a schedule tighter than
hell, I’d still keep most of my freedom.
I’d spent half the night awake in Aiden’s arms, holding him like I’d
never let go, turning that idea over in my head.
And the truth? I didn’t want anyone but him. I didn’t have sexual
desire for any girl. But if we tweaked things a little… I could fool
around with her if I had to. No feelings, no love, just occasional
release during the week. It wouldn’t even be betrayal, not really. It
would be saving face. Buying time until one day, when we were where
we needed to be–not in college–and no one gave a shit, we could go
public.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
