Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend

I was startled, reflexively bending my knees to get away from Aaron, but they were held down and gently parted by his own leg placed

between mine.

He leaned down and sniffed at my neck, “Well… this little demon doesn’t smell like ketchup today.”

I nudged him gently, “Morris…” I warned him, hoping the formality would discourage him.

He corrected me, “Aaron, darling.”

“Aaron,” I groaned begrudgingly.

He smiled with a beautiful blend of affection and seduction: “What’s

wrong, gorgeous?”

It’s just a shame that his affection and sensuality were just an act to get women in his bed.

I stared into his blue eyes and said slowly, “I don’t want to… Not

tonight.”

He interrupted me with a raised eyebrow, “Think it over.”

I really wasn’t in the mood. I already cheated once. I had my retaliation. Anything more than that would be greedy.

But at that moment, pinned underneath him with his intense bedroom eyes boring into my very being, listening to the live porn coming from

next door, I couldn’t say no.

Aaron must’ve seen my change of heart in my eyes, and didn’t even give me a chance to say a word, his fingers already h*oking into my panties. I wore a black dress today, accented by a rich red lipstick. I wanted to surround myself with the aura of a temptress, but in front of Aaron, I squirmed, all of my confidence leaving me.

I felt my inner walls clench around his fingers in a meek attempt to keep him from exploring any further, but it was no use. He was already three knuckles deep before I could fully tighten around him, meeting the raw desire in my core and leaving me with nowhere to run, except

toward him.

“Black lace.” Aaron said thoughtfully, “It suits you, darling.”

He paused, muttering into my ear. “I’m so f*cking hard for you,

Olive…”

My face instantly flushed. Aaron’s voice was h*ar*e and tired, but it

made him sound even sexier. I felt like I was the victim of a siren’s

curse, and could only look on helplessly as I lost control of my own body.

“If you want me to stop, just tell me.” Aaron smiled even more indulgently, “But I think that’s the last thing your sweet little body needs.”

I closed my eyes, shutting out his smug expression, but in seconds, I felt his hot breath on my face. My eyes flinched open, shocked at the

sudden closeness.

“No,” he ordered. “Keep them closed.” He planted gentle kisses on my eyelids, the slight dryness tickling the delicate skin. Eventually, his kisses moved lower and lower, gliding over the bridge of my nose and grazing my upper lip.

I reflexively raised a hand to cover my mouth, his lips pressing softly against my palm. Unphased, Aaron winked at me, licking from the center of my palm to the tips of my fingers.

I jerked, stifled a squeak, and pulled my hand away. He took that opportunity to bite at my lips while one of his hands snaked behind me, unzipping my dress.

Distracted by the almost suffocating persistence of his kisses, I didn’t notice him undressing me until it was already done. My body cuddled closer to his at the sudden chill, soaking up his heat.

“Eager, aren’t we?” Aaron finally pulled away from my lips, smiling devilishly.

I couldn’t even come up with a snarky remark as I felt his fingers wander up my spine, stopping at my waist. He pinched me gently.

“Ah!” The cry slipped out before I could catch it. This c*cky b*st*rd… What had I gotten myself into now?

At my scream, Aaron ducked down to run his tongue along my throat. I suddenly lost my voice and could only breathe heavily, matching the

in a daze for him to pull

felt too tight. I couldn’t breathe. I needed it off-I needed his

bra and dove down to suckle at my left breast while his hand left my waist to tease my nipple on

side.

was too skilled at this. Maybe that

so

I wasn’t

hair, pushing him away. He lifted his head, eyes glazed over with need as he looked

feigned frustration, groaning, “Ugh, if you want me to stop now,

heart softened. He was

only fair…” I shot him

hands and interlocked. his fingers with mine. I felt him guide my hand to the buttons on his shirt. He sat up suddenly, bringing me up

the straps falling uselessly down my arms. My breasts rested directly on his clothed chest, the soft fabric rubbing deliciously against my

nothing more than

you give me a hand

body was that of a living Adonis, his muscles sculpted to perfection. I curiously ran my hands over his pecs, fascinated

away as I pressed myself into his muscles at the same time. It was firm, yet elastic. I pulled my hand back and felt my own chest. His softness was nothing like mine. Sex with Aaron always held the thrill of exploration. As I learned more about him, I learned more

asked, amused by the way my hands ran over his

said stubbornly, “You’re not that much

But that couldn’t

his grip around my

It was so hot. So hard. So

caught up in him grinding into me to

using one hand to guide my legs to wrap around his waist. I shrieked,

room.

hissed as he walked away from the bed, resting my back against the wall between

you… right here,”

wall, Vincent and Emily were still engrossed in each other, spewing filthy words with

was pinned, I couldn’t hear anything but Aaron. Every gasp, every

I knew was him.

with Vincent proved this time and

waist felt no better than a massage from a cheap spa, and every clumsy grope at my chest brought pain and itching. Whenever he’d

with me, babe?” I used to

front of me, and we were well

the s*oppy sound of his hips colliding with mine

my response melted into a drawling moan. My initial surprise at his sudden roughness disappeared

extraordinary memory. We had only slept together once before, and yet here he was targeting each of my most sensitive areas one by one. It’d been so long since that night, but he still remembered precisely where each one

he seemed rushed. His attentive foreplay was cut

nails dug into his forearm

traced a teasing line along

he pulled back with an apologetic smile. “I’ve been

while…”

long is ‘a while’

help but

bit, hummed thoughtfully, and answered honestly: “After the little… incident at the bar, I flew to Moscow. I

“The girls there are

was right about one thing: I needed

stopped and looked deeply into my eyes. “But none of them

my face to know I was blushing furiously. Despite the number of women he’d been with in the past,

was just a

a man says in bed can be trusted. Whether it’s before, during, or

likes… To fondle

forget already?” He asked as he

out slurred. I was too overwhelmed by the feeling of his body against mine-focusing on what he was saying to me took what little

feels good…” He pouted as he echoed his words from our last night together, and grinded hard inside of me with a lazy roll

he meant is that he wanted to hear me scream for him. That was his

bad it wasn’t something I was interested

moan and cry out underneath them. It was a reliable aphrodisiac, and if we were a couple, I’m sure we’d both have a much better time if

We’d thrown our morals to the wind: he slept with his friend’s girlfriend while I enjoyed my revenge.

was so deliciously talented that I found myself biting back most of my moans and hiding what I really thought about him. Sex with him had become a game, and I was an

means to an end,

wasn’t going to make me surrender

and said, “If you wanna know what feels good,