Cheating with my boyfriend's best friend novel (Olivia and Aaron) novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10

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 hooking 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 fucking hard for you,

Olive…”

My face instantly flushed. Aaron’s voice was hoarse 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 cocky bastard… 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

tempo of his licking. I waited in a daze for him to pull away, but he shifted from licking to sucking. Then from sucking to biting.

By that point, I was panting, my breasts rising and falling dramatically with my heaving breaths. My bra suddenly felt too tight. I couldn’t breathe. I needed it off-I needed his lips against my breasts, his chest pressed hard against mine.

As if he read my mind, Aaron finally 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 waist to tease my nipple on the other

side.

He was too skilled at this. Maybe that was one of the advantages of

sleeping with so many women.

But I wasn’t completely satisfied.

I knotted my fingers in his hair, pushing him away. He lifted his head, eyes glazed over with need as he looked at me.

He feigned frustration, groaning, “Ugh, if you want me to stop now, you might as well just kill me.”

My heart softened. He was adorable.

“Relax, you big baby. I just want you to take your clothes off. It’s only fair…” I shot him a devious smile of my own, “Or else I won’t let you touch them anymore.”

Aaron’s eyes lit up, and he stopped moving his 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 with him.

My unclasped bra fell down to my stomach, the straps falling uselessly down my arms. My breasts rested directly on his clothed chest, the soft fabric rubbing deliciously against my nipples.

I wanted nothing more than to strip him.

“Can you give me a hand here, darling?”

I deliberately took my time unbuttoning him, and he didn’t seem to mind, patiently waiting for me to finish. His body was that of a living Adonis, his muscles sculpted to perfection. I curiously ran my hands over his pecs, fascinated by how hard his chest was compared to mine, despite his silky smooth skin.

His sweat dripped down his collarbone and onto his chest. I wiped it 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 about myself. Something about him made me look at myself in a way I never had before.

“Done yet?” Aaron asked, amused by the way my hands ran over his body.

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

than Vincent.” But that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Aaron raised his eyebrow, his eyes darkening with hostility. He suddenly tightened his grip around my waist and pulled me even tighter against him, reaching down between us to unzip his pants.

I felt his cock throb underneath me. It was so hot. So hard. So wanting.

I was too caught up in him grinding into me to realize what he was doing

He suddenly stood with me tightly grasped in his arms, using one hand to guide my legs to wrap around his waist. I shrieked, alarmed, and threw my arms around his shoulders. I hurriedly clapped a hand over my mouth, desperately wishing Vincent hadn’t heard that from his

room.

“What are you doing?!” I hissed as he walked away from the bed, resting my back against the wall between rooms 718 and 720.

“I want… to take you… right here,” he panted.

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

But from where I was pinned, I couldn’t hear anything but Aaron. Every gasp, every sweet praise, every slap of his skin against mine. All

I knew was him.

I’d always been sexually… detached. My experiences with Vincent proved this time and time again.