Chapter 104

Noah

I woke to the weight of a warm body pressed against mine, my limbs heavy, my head fogged. My body felt half-asleep, but my mind was already spiraling, chasing scraps of memory like they might vanish if I didn’t pin them down. Had last night really happened? Or had it all been some fevered dream—me breaking down mid-scene, Aiden fucking me on stage, bringing me home, and fucking me again under the pounding spray of the shower until my legs gave out?

Holy shit… What was going on?

For a few seconds I lay frozen, afraid to move, afraid it might all unravel. Then, slowly, the details started to click into place… It really had all happened. A grin spread across my face before I could stop it.

But then reality struck, sharp as a slap. Oh God. I’d been a damn mess. Suggesting we open up, dragging Lexie into the mess, then changing my mind halfway through a public, official performance and crawling back to him like some broken dog? Any sane Dom would’ve punished me for three lifetimes, and I had no doubt that today was going to come with the lecture, the scolding, and the kind of ruthless punishment I probably deserved. My stomach knotted just thinking about it.

Still, the morning hadn’t started with a lecture. It started exactly the way the night had ended—Aiden’s chest pressed to my back, his arm thrown heavy around my waist, his cock stiff and hot against my ass. I braced myself for the storm that would eventually come, but for now? For now, I wasn’t going to complain. I’d take whatever goodness he was willing to throw my way, pay for it later if I had to.

My blood rushed, heat flooding through me. My cock stirred. We must have fallen asleep watching TV, and since it was Sunday, there was no rush—no practice, no classes, no obligations. Just him, just me, just this cocoon of warmth and danger I never wanted to crawl out of.

His lips trailed over my shoulder blade, slow and rough, then up across the swell of my bicep and the line of my neck. A shiver wracked me even as I pretended to still be asleep. He bit my ear and rumbled low in my ear, voice rough with sleep. “Time to wake up, baby boy.”

A groan slipped from my throat before I could catch it, and then I pushed my hips back, grinding against his cock. He groaned in return, pressing the hard length between my cheeks, teasing me with the promise of it. I was already wide awake, needy and pliant, when he reached over to the nightstand.

The sound of the cap popping made my heart lurch. He slicked himself up, then pressed two fingers inside me, stretching me with the patience of a man who wanted to hear every sound I made. My body clenched around him as his fingers scissored, rubbing deep until I was panting into the pillow.

When I turned my head, his face was right there—eyes half-lidded, a softness to them I rarely saw. Our mouths met in a kiss that was slow, tender, heartbreakingly deep. It tugged at something in me just as hard as it tugged at my cock. For a few stolen breaths, we weren’t Dom and sub, weren’t coach and player—we were just two bodies wrapped around each other, pretending the world wasn’t waiting to tear us apart.

Instead of bending me over and taking me the way he usually did, Aiden shifted me onto my back. He grabbed a pillow, lifted my hips, and settled between my legs, staring down at me like I was the only thing he’d ever wanted. His cock pushed against me, slow and deliberate, stretching me open inch by inch until I was gasping. When he was buried to the hilt, he rolled his hips, luxuriating in the squeeze of my body around him.

I clung to him, nails digging into his back, kissing him until it turned frantic, fevered, the kind of kiss that blurred every thought in my head. His slow thrusts built a rhythm that made my toes curl and my abs clench, his body grinding mine into the mattress until I was whimpering for more.

Then he shifted—kneeling between my thighs, pushing my knees up to my chest, holding me open with a grip that bordered on bruising. His cock slid in and out of me, each thrust harder, deeper, stealing my breath. The sound of it—his hips slapping, my gasps filling the air—was obscene and beautiful all at once.

“Fuck,” I panted, barely able to form the word.

“Fuck,” he echoed, teeth gritted, watching my hole swallow him with every thrust. The way he looked at me—like I was his, like I was the only thing he’d ever mark this way—nearly undid me on the spot.

“Touch yourself,” he growled. “I want to watch you cum.”

My hand flew down, pumping in rhythm with his thrusts, every nerve ending on fire. “That’s it. Come for me. All over me.”

I couldn’t hold back. The way his cock dragged over my prostate, the way his eyes locked on mine, glassy with lust, the way his hands dug into my thighs, pinning me open—I shattered. My orgasm tore through me with a hoarse cry, cum splashing over my stomach and his abs.

That was it for him. He let out a shout, slammed in deep, and came inside me, filling me until I clenched around him, milking every pulse. My name spilled from his lips, ragged and raw, almost breaking him a second time.

When his chest dropped against mine, the cum between us smeared, sticky and hot, our mouths found each other again. His thrusts slowed, softened, until finally he slipped free, leaving me trembling, wrecked, but so full I could hardly think.

We lay there for minutes—kissing, touching, staring—until the first light of morning seeped through the blinds and reminded us that the world outside still existed. I knew he’d send me to shower alone, knew he wouldn’t risk letting it all spiral into another round. And when he did, I went, still shaking, still aching, already missing the weight of him.

As I was getting out of the shower, I heard my phone buzz. I usually never answered messages during our time together, but with him still upstairs, I figured one glance wouldn’t hurt.

Lexie.

I hesitated, thumb hovering, stomach twisting. Ignoring her wasn’t going to make anything better. I’d have to face her eventually, so I opened it.

Hi, just wanted to give you some news. I told my dad you were coming and he’s thrilled. He showed your footage to a couple of NFL scouts he knows, and they’re coming to the dinner party.

My chest tightened, making it hard to breathe. Oh, boy… Getting out of this was gonna be a bitch.