Chapter 95
Aiden
The second my lips brushed his cock, his whole body jerked. I teased
him first, dragging my tongue along the length, circling the tip,
making him shudder and curse. Then I opened my mouth and took
him in, slow at first, savoring the stretch of him on my tongue.
His hand landed in my hair, tentative, trembling, like he was afraid
I’d punish him for daring. But when I moaned around him, he tugged
harder, guiding me. Finding a rhythm Thrusting shallow at first, then
bolder as his hips found the pace he wanted.
I let him. Christ, I let him. I hollowed my cheeks and took him deeper,
hungrier, more reckless than I meant to, because the truth was I
wanted this as badly as he did. His grip on my hair, the rough sound of my name–or no, not my name. Sir. Falling out of his mouth in a
broken chant.
I was supposed to be teaching him. Guiding him. Controlling every moment. But here, on my knees with his cock in my mouth and his body trembling under my hands, I wasn’t sure who belonged to who
anymore.
Noah’s cries shot straight to my cock, each broken sound cutting
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through my restraint like a blade–and thank God for the blasting
music coming from every door in the dorms, or this could’ve ended so
much worse than it did…. He thrust harder into my mouth, reckless,
needy, my eyes watering as I took him deeper, gagging on his
despération–and fuck, I loved every second of it. His taste, his heat,
the way his body shook because of me.
But I couldn’t let him tip over the edge yet. Not like this.
I let his cock slip free, smirking at the way his brows furrowed,
confusion and frustration warring in his eyes. “Not yet,” I murmured,
voice rough. “Turn around. Hands against the door.”
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He obeyed instantly, leaning forward without hesitation. God, this
boy… He trusted me even now. I lowered his hands a few inches so I
could bend him over slightly. Bracing one hand at his hip, I spread his
thighs with my knee until he was open for me. Leaning over him, I
growled into his ear, “Relax. I’m not fucking you. Not yet.”
His shoulders dropped, a flicker I couldn’t read–relief, maybe
frustration. “You’re not?”
“Not tonight.” My fist slid slow around his cock, steady, deliberate,
while I let the heavy press of my own length drag over the curve of his ass, just enough to make him shiver. “You’re close, but not there
yet.”
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If he argued, if he begged, I knew I’d break. I always broke for him.
But instead of giving him the chance, I spread him wider and pressed
my tongue down between his cheeks, licking a long stripe over his
tight, untouched hole.
“Holy shit-” He jolted, gripping the doorframe, voice wrecked. “God,
Sir…”
He trembled beneath me, clutching at anything for balance while I
devoured him, licking and sucking until the taste of him drowned out
every last shred of control I had. Each moan was a hit straight to my
veins. Teasing him was like mainlining obsession, a hunger I’d never
shake.
And fuck me, I didn’t want to.
“Please,” Noah gasped, his body bucking against my tongue, against
my grip, every nerve begging. “I want more.”
I pulled back, spit slicking my chin, and replaced my tongue with a
finger, easing past the tight ring of muscle. He cried out, clenching
down, then rocked back against me, wild, panting, already chasing it.
Another finger. Then a third. His body stretched around me,
trembling through the sting until he was fucking himself onto my
hand, moaning like he didn’t care who heard.
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My cock throbbed painfully against my stomach. Jesus Christ, he was
gorgeous like this–ass in the air, open, greedy for me. My fingers
buried to the knuckles, his hole swallowing me like he’d never let me
- go.
We’d already broken every line I swore to keep–his mouth on me,
mine on him, nights spent pressed together like nothing else existed. Every time, another point of no return. But this? This was the last
wall. Once I fucked him, there would be no pretending it could stop.
Which was why, when Noah twisted his head back, blue eyes wide,
raw with need, and whispered, “Sir… fuck me. Please. Now.”
My world cracked open.
His plea wasn’t just lust. It was surrender. And I knew with bone–deep certainty–if I gave him this, I’d never let him go.
“Noah…” My lips brushed his ear, my voice raw. “If I take you now,
there’s no walking this back. No lines left to hide behind. Once I let up that last barrier, I’ll fall–literally fall to whatever’s waiting at the
bottom of that drop. Probably our doom.”
It wasn’t a promise. It was a warning. And the flicker in his eyes told
me he understood.
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The room pulsed with silence, heavy, dangerous. He leaned back just
enough to brush his lips over mine–one of the forbidden kind–and
then he broke it, voice quiet, breathless, steady. “Then fall, Sir.
Because I’m already down there. Fuck me now.”
“Noah, this is a mistake… I should probably go.” I scraped together
the last shards of my self–restraint.
“No!” He spun around, bracing himself against the door, his perfect
ass–round, muscular, taunting–pressing back toward me. “I know
you want this. Just do it. Fuck me, Sir.”
I sucked in a breath, fighting the urge burning hot behind my eyes.
Christ, I wanted him so fucking badly it nearly broke me. My body
ached with it. My chest hurt with it. But I couldn’t—shouldn’t—give
- in.
I stepped back, hating myself, hating the hunger clawing through
every nerve. “Noah, I just—”
“Please, Aiden.” His voice cracked the air like a whip. “I don’t care
what you said. This isn’t the basement. I want you. Not just him. I
need you.”
Damn you, Noah. For fuck’s sake, when he said my name like that-
like a prayer, like a plea–it wasn’t just my unhinged, reckless side he
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called to. He reached the part I’d buried deepest. He broke something
inside me, and all my walls splintered.
I crossed the space like a man starved, like an addict lunging for a fix,
crushing my body to his. My control snapped back into place the
second I touched him–but it was the wrong kind of control. The kind
that meant I was already lost.
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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.
