Chapter 78
Aiden
The second I heard Devon Reilly’s voice, I froze.
Of all the people who could’ve walked down those stairs, it had to be
him. The one man who would burn my career to the ground just to
watch it fall.
Devon didn’t just hate me for cutting him from the team–he had
reason to suspect. Months ago, when ObeyNet was all over campus
gossip, he’d barged into my office without knocking. Caught a
glimpse of my laptop screen… and it wasn’t a playbook he saw. Not
exactly.
Just a flash–a black interface, color–coded usernames, contract
clauses, and private messages–the unmistakable admin dashboard of
ObeyNet. Enough for a sharp bastard like him to remember. To
wonder.
He’d laughed it off at the time, tossed a throwaway line about my
“special playbook,” but I’d seen the look in his eyes. He’d filed it
away. Waiting.
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And now here he was–at the same party, with Noah–and that was
more than close enough to set my teeth on edge.
If being there had been reckless and stupid enough on my part-
regardless of who might’ve found us–then giving into Noah’s
temptation a second time, in the same damn place, was delusional.
Worse, it was proof that we’d both lost our minds.
No rules. No caution. Just fire and the urge to burn everything down
with it.
We couldn’t keep this up. Not like this. Not here…. Starting
tomorrow, it had to change.
But tonight… tonight we were in too deep to turn back.
Being in his mouth was a kind of heaven I wasn’t sure I deserved.
Noah wasn’t just on his knees–he was giving me his all, every slow
drag of his tongue, every pull of his lips laced with heat and intent.
I could feel the hunger rolling off him, taste the need in the way he
worked me, like every second between us tonight had been leading
right here.
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I knew exactly what he wanted.
Hell, I could feel it–in the press of his body, the tremor in his thighs,
the ragged edge of his breath between swallows.
But I wasn’t going to fuck him for the first time here. Not in a storage
closet beneath the feet of every student I coached.
What I could do–what I would do–was give him exactly what I’d
promised.
I pulled back slightly, letting my cock slip from his mouth, watching
his lips part in pure disappointment. That look shifted instantly when
I asked,
“Have you come since our last time, Noah?”
A glimmer of hope lit his eyes. “No, Sir. Not since you allowed me to.”
I believed him. Just one glance and I knew he’d been holding out,
desperate for his reward.
“I’ve been a good boy, Sir… just as you asked.”
Christ–those words almost made me come on his face.
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I yanked him up, turned us toward the wide counter, and swept every
bottle and rag onto the floor. His boxers hit the ground again, and I
pushed him to sit on the edge, my eyes devouring him–his kiss-
swollen mouth, that perfect, sculpted body, those hungry, bright eyes
locked on me like I was oxygen. His cock stood thick and slick
between us, dripping against my groin.
“Sir–please…” he begged, spreading his knees wider.
I stepped in, pressing our cocks together, wrapping one strong hand
around both. He moaned, head tilting back. He wouldn’t last long–I
could feel it but I’d promised him more than one, and he’d damn
well earned them.
The moment his trembling fingers gripped my shoulder, I knew he
was on the edge. “Sir–Oh God… may I-”
“You may, baby boy. Come for me.”
He bucked into my hand the instant I gave permission, spilling hard
with a loud, broken cry. His release coated my hand and his stomach,
and I used it to slick my cock before pressing the head to his tight
hole. He gasped, tensing–then stayed open for me.
“Noah, I’m not going to fuck you,” I told him, pushing him back so his
ass hung over the edge. “But I said I’d make you come twice before
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you lick me clean.”
He caught on fast, holding his legs tight against his chest, giving me
a perfect view of where I wanted him. A few firm strokes and I spilled
across his twitching ass in thick, hot ropes, my body shaking with the
force of it.
Still catching my breath, I spread the mess over his entrance with my
fingers before sliding one inside. He flinched, hissed, then melted
into the stretch. I eased a second finger in, feeling him pulse around
- me. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, Sir…” he panted, hips rolling to meet my hand. When I added a
third, his cock sprang back to life.
I gripped it, pumping in time with my fingers.
“Sir–That’s so–Oh, fuck… oh, fuck. Please, I… Just, don’t-”
I fastened the pace, finding that perfect spot inside him and pressing
until he was moaning, babbling, and thrusting desperately against
- me.
“That’s it, baby… good boy…”
The second I felt him teeter on the brink, I shoved my fingers deep
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and stroked him hard. He came with a shuddering grunt, clenching
tight around me as his cum painted my hand again.
Lowering his legs, I took in the sight of him–spent, flushed, dripping
with both of us. He looked so fucking gorgeous, so mine, that for a
heartbeat I considered breaking my own rule and fucking him right
there.
Instead, I grabbed a towel and wiped him down. I’d barely started on
myself when Noah took it from me, dropped to his knees, and looked
up through his lashes.
“What are you-”
Before I could finish, his mouth was on me again–tongue dragging
over my cock, my balls, every drop on my stomach. Then he took each
of my fingers into his mouth one by one, sucking them clean without
looking away.
And thank God for the sliver of self–control I still had–because it was
the only thing keeping me from making another reckless mistake.
That simple, voluntary act of submission lit something inside me-
something darker, sharper… and far more dangerous than anything
I’d felt for him so far.
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It wasn’t lust. Not exactly. It was possession tangled with something I
didn’t have a name for.
We dressed in silence, each of us wrapped in our own tangle of
thoughts, our own private turmoil. The heat between us hadn’t
burned out–it was still there, simmering low and hot–but now there
was something else coiled underneath it.
Just as we were about to leave, Noah leaned in and kissed me.
It wasn’t the breathless, desperate crash of lips we’d shared minutes
ago, but something softer, quieter… intimate in a way I wasn’t
prepared for. It hit me like a punch I didn’t see coming.
I blinked, unsure how to process it–unsure if I even wanted to.
Noah stepped back, looking just as thrown as I felt, before slipping
out the door on his own to avoid suspicion. “I’ll see you later, at your
house?”
In my haze I’d made many wrong decisions that night, but there was
one I was not about to make ever again in my life. “Don’t you dare!” I
warned him, sharper than I intended. “You’ve been drinking. Get
some sleep, and I’ll see you in the morning.”
And I just stood there, the taste of him still on my lips, wondering
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when the hell this took a turn.
