Filed to story: Cheating with My Boyfriend’s Best Friend Novel by Jane E L (Olive & Aaron)
I narrowed my eyes. Aaron’s response made me even more suspicious; it seemed like I was right on the money. I looked him directly in the eyes and spoke coldly. “Aaron, don’t you try to fool me.
You know I hate lies.”
Aaron gave me a strong hug in response and said in a playful tone.
“Babe, I hate lies too. That’s why we were so ‘justified’ and ‘public’ at the start of our relationship!”
Aaron’s sarcastic reminder annoyed me. Just as he said, the beginning of our relationship was built on lies.
“oh yeah?” I knew he was joking, and I tried to fight back “You’ re a stain on my reputation.”
Aaron caressed my cheek with a doting smile and planted a light kiss on the corner of my mouth. “So? You’re the perfect student who was seduced by the ‘bad boy’ Aaron… it takes two to tango.”
Before I could utter a retort, Aaron surged forward to meet me in a passionate kiss. He forced his tongue into my mouth, pressing into places that made my knees weak. He nibbled at my lower lip, dominating the kiss with his tender strength. I lifted my tearful gaze to look at Aaron.
All I could feel was the soft assault of his tongue in my mouth and all I could hear was the wet sound of his lips crashing against mine. As my heart began to race, my thoughts were conflicted. Nevertheless, my body followed his lead, and my tongue intertwined with his.
For a moment, I regained a bit of sense and tried to push him away, clamping my legs shut. In response, he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. His lips traced a trail of kisses down my neck and to my chest. I felt his searing tongue trace circles and kisses on my breasts. My mind went blank when I looked down and saw his soft, brown curls below me.
His free hand wandered down to reach into my panties. It paused in surprise when Aaron felt a wet stain that soaked through my panties and leaked onto my thighs
I blushed and looked away, afraid to meet his gaze. I acted like I didn’t want him, but my body couldn’t lie. I could never withstand his provocation.
Aaron moved up to nip at my earlobe and whisper, “Baby, you’ re absolutely soaked. You know I love it when you’re like this.”
“Quit it.” Even though I was short with him, an electric current of pleasure coursed through my body at his words. I felt the excitement deep within me rising, and I subconsciously rubbed my thighs together in a desperate search for some kind of stimulation. My movements froze when I felt a stiff rod press against my thigh.
Of course I knew it was Aaron’s hard c*ck; the feeling of it against my leg made me dizzy with anticipation. I bit my lip and tilted my head back as I yearned for the feeling of Aaron penetrating me.
Aaron took the opportunity to kiss my neck and collarbone. His hands drifted down to rip off my panties and spread my legs. I gasped at the cool feeling of air hitting my bare p*ssy.
The moment of surprise led to a sudden burst of clarity in my thoughts. My mind wandered to the memory of the graduation ceremony where Vincent and Emily first met. Vincent attended as an alumni and… didn’t Aaron do the same?
My eyes shot open. “Hey, weren’t you at the graduation ceremony where Emily and Vincent met?”
Aaron stiffened at my words and the air in the room suddenly went cold. All the passion and lust had completely vanished.
“Babe, do you really want to spend our precious time together talking about that irrelevant woman?” Aaron ground his d*ck against my thigh in an effort to distract me.
But my desire had disappeared. I was much more interested in learning what Aaron was hiding from me.
“Tell me about how you know Emily, and don’t try to trick me again.” I backed away and crossed my arms, refusing to play his little games any longer.
Aaron looked me in the eyes and realized that I wouldn’t budge. He sighed as his gaze fell to the floor. “Fine, we can talk. Just let me take a shower first.”
He turned and dejectedly shuffled to the bathroom.
“Aaron…” A pang of empathy hit me when I heard his dejected tone. I rushed forward and hugged him from behind.
I felt him tense up, so I gave him a sweet kiss on the back of his neck.
“I may hate lies, but I promise that I have never once regretted being with you.”
After half an hour, Aaron finally came out of the shower.
The only thing covering him was a towel wrapped lazily around his waist. As he moved, water dripped down his body and was absorbed by the towel.
I perched on the ledge of the bay window and watched Aaron with my head held high. Even when tensions were high, I couldn’t help but admire Aaron’s figure. He had the form of a professional model.
He strode over to me and leaned against the ledge before capturing me in a searing kiss. I threw my arms around his neck and playfully teased his lips with my tongue.
Aaron paused for a moment in surprise; he didn’t expect me to be so forward. He quickly regained his senses and lifted me into his arms.
He didn’t break the kiss as he strode over to the bed and laid me across it. His hands were on me in an instant, greedily grabbing at the hem of my shirt.
He yanked my top off of me before kneeling between my legs. He hastily searched for my hand, and when he found it he grabbed it and shoved it on his d*ck. Even through the thick, luxurious towel, I could feel how hard he was. “Baby, it always gets like this whenever I see you.”
His large, blue eyes seemed so innocent. I could almost believe he was completely harmless. I wanted to stick to my guns, but Aaron’s figure fresh out of the shower was just too tempting. I knew he was once again trying to distract me with sex.
I frowned and was about to tell him off, but he kissed me when he saw my lips part.
He moved his hand to tug away his towel, but he froze when he heard the doorbell ring.
Aaron cursed under his breath. “I’m gonna file a complaint with this hotel for bothering me in the middle of the night.”
I couldn’t help but laugh and gave him a pat on the head. “You’re the shareholder of this hotel-it wouldn’t be wise of you to leave a complaint. Now, go and answer the door.”
Aaron huffed angrily, but he knew I was right. He shuffled over to the door and was surprised to find a waiter with a cart of food.
The waiter gave a quick bow before entering the room and placing the food on the table. He gave another curt nod, then left just as quickly as he arrived.
Aaron looked at me with confusion written all over his face. “Olive, explain.”
I wrapped myself in a nearby robe and stood up from the bed. My stomach rumbled at the smell of food. “I was hungry, so I ordered some food. I can listen to your story about Emily while I eat.”
I figured that Aaron would seduce me again as soon as he got out of the shower. He wanted to f*ck me and make me forget about the whole ordeal. I couldn’t let him have his way, so I ordered some food in advance.
I was curious about Vincent and Emily’s relationship, but I wouldn’t change my mind about it no matter what Aaron said.
I flicked on the lights and lit some candles at the dining table for good measure. Once I was done, I beckoned Aaron. “Come on, you’ve got some explaining to do.”
He grunted in frustration, then took a step towards the table. “I know that you want to know about Emily’s motives, but you have to promise me that you won’t get angry.”
The apprehension in his voice made me nervous. “What exactly are you hiding from me?”
When Aaron spoke like that, I knew that I wouldn’t be happy about what came next.
“See, you’re already getting angry.” Aaron sat on the bench beside me and yanked me into his lap. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my furrowed brow.
He pressed my back against the table, and I grabbed at his biceps to steady myself. “No I wasn’t.”
He wasn’t trying to f*ck me again… was he? I felt his d*ck start to harden again under me, so I hurriedly interrupted him. “Just explain yourself first, then we can do it. Okay?”
“We can do it again?” His eyes looked down at my chest, his gaze full of desire. His lips turned upwards in a playful smile. “You want me to explain, but can you really wait that long?”
He ground his knee against my cr*tch, but I didn’t react.
I gave him another hard glare and made a zipper gesture against my lips. This time, I wouldn’t budge.
If I responded, that would just egg Aaron on and he would continue to change the subject. My only option was to stay silent. I pursed my lips and stared at him, waiting for him to hurry up and talk.
The room became silent, except for the quiet cr*ckling of the burning candles.
Aaron traded his smile for a more serious expression. He poured himself a full glass of red wine before he finally began to speak. “I’ve known that Emily likes Vincent for a very long time…”
My breathing froze, and I felt dread begin to rise in my heart.
It feels like the story is being written by a different writer from the beginning? The writing style has changed