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

for him to pull away, but he shifted from licking to

too tight.

relented, leaving my neck after one last bite. He unclasped my bra and dove down to suckle at my left breast while his hand left my

side.

was too skilled at this. Maybe that was

with so many

I wasn’t

my fingers in his hair, pushing him away. He lifted his head, eyes glazed over

“Ugh, if you want me to stop now, you might as well

heart softened. He

fair…” I shot him a devious smile of my own, “Or else I won’t let you touch them

stopped moving his hands and interlocked. his fingers with mine. I felt him guide my hand to the buttons on his shirt.

down my arms. My breasts rested directly on his

nothing more than to

give me

patiently waiting for me to finish. His body was that of a living Adonis, his

time. It was firm, yet elastic. I pulled my hand back and felt my own chest. His softness was nothing

Aaron asked, amused by the way my hands ran over

slowed down and said stubbornly, “You’re not that

But that couldn’t be further

around my waist and pulled me even tighter against him, reaching down between us

me. It was so hot.

in him grinding into me to realize what he was

his waist. I shrieked, alarmed,

room.

the bed, resting

take you… right here,” he

side of the wall, Vincent and Emily were still engrossed in each other, spewing filthy words with each creak

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

I knew was him.

with Vincent proved this time and time

felt no better than a massage from a cheap spa, and every clumsy grope at my chest brought pain and itching. Whenever he’d lick at my collarbone, I’d shiver. As awful as it sounds, I would’ve

me, babe?” I used to

front of me, and we were

with a particularly harsh thrust, and the s*oppy sound

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

Aaron naturally skilled, but he had an extraordinary memory. We had only slept together once before, and yet here he was targeting each of my most sensitive areas one by

seemed rushed. His attentive foreplay was cut

into his forearm as

a teasing line along the shell of my

back with an apologetic smile. “I’ve been

while…”

is ‘a while’ to

couldn’t help but

thoughtfully, and answered honestly: “After the little… incident at

girls

I needed to stay away from Aaron or, at the very least,

eyes. “But none

face to know I was blushing furiously. Despite the number

it was just

it’s before, during, or after the fact, it’s all

likes… To

already?” He asked as he squeezed them tighter. He

too overwhelmed by the feeling of his body against mine-focusing on what he

as he echoed his words from our last night together, and grinded hard inside of me

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

wasn’t something I was

and if we were a couple, I’m sure we’d both

without a shred of decency between us. We’d thrown our morals to the wind: he slept with his friend’s girlfriend while I enjoyed my revenge. Maybe

my moans and hiding what I really thought about him. Sex with him had become a game, and I

only a pleasurable means to an end,

to make me surrender myself

my eyes at him and said, “If you wanna know