Filed to story: Cheating with My Boyfriend’s Best Friend Novel by Jane E L (Olive & Aaron)>>
“I love it…” Aaron muttered to himself. “Love your kisses, your body, your everything.”
My p*ssy clenched at his raw confession, and he chuckled at the sudden tightness around his fingertips.
“Relax, Olive. I can’t f*ck you if you’re squeezing this tightly…” The baritone of his voice set my heart on fire. He slid his other hand down my arm, took hold of my wrist, and brought my fingers toward the fly of his pants. “Help me with this…”
The rational part of my mind screamed at me to use this opportunity to push away-to slap him-but I couldn’t muster up the strength. Aaron had already drawn me back into a sickly sweet kiss as he used my hand to undo his pants and pull down his waistband. His throbbing c*ck felt blistering against the skin of my palm while he stroked himself with my hand.
“Just like last time, darling. I know you can do it,” he cooed and placed a chaste kiss on the corner of my mouth. Not once did he let go of my hand or even slow down for that matter.
I was helpless. My mouth could reject Aaron again and again, but the rest of my body never could. I couldn’t bring myself to protest anymore either. The heat pooling between my legs was becoming unbearable…
Aaron was quick to end the suspense. “I hope you’re ready, darling.”
He thrusted his hips forward to rub the tip of his c*ck back and forth past my entrance. I felt him push apart the soft lips, but stop just after pressing the head inside. He hissed softly, “It’s still so tight…”
Of course it was! As aroused as I was, he’d still rushed into this too quickly. I wasn’t nearly wet enough for him yet.
“Stop…” I whimpered. “Take it out! It hurts!”
It was so cold, but Aaron’s forehead was still covered. in a thin layer of sweat as he worked his way inside of me, little by little. “Good girl… You haven’t had it in a while, so we’ll take it slow. Relax for me.”
His fingers ghosted along my spine, and I trembled as he swept me away in another hypnotic kiss.
Suddenly, I heard Jane speak up: “Why don’t we get out of this wind? There’s a small garden just through here.”
My entire body tensed as I listened to the two of them walk toward us. Aaron groaned as my p*ssy clenched around his c*ck, and he rolled his hips forward. Right away, I felt the head grind against my cervix.
“Ah-ngh…” I bit my cheek to stifle my moan as best as I could, but I couldn’t stop my insides from spasming at the sudden stretch. The burning was almost unbearable.
Aaron groaned and panted in my ear. “You’re gripping me so tightly… but I can feel your little p*ssy getting softer every time I… shove it in…” He didn’t seem to feel the slightest bit of shame. “You want me to f*ck you right in front of him?”
I was quaking. I’d never heard Aaron say something so… vulgar. It was so unlike him. Maybe my resistance earlier
stirred his need to dominate-to conquer-and sex was his battleground. This was where he felt at ease. He knew he had the advantage, and he was always the most charming when he was confident.
“You… haah… shut up…” My lips parted and my eyes lost focus as I imagined David and Jane turning the corner to find me stuffed full of Aaron’s c*ck. It was so deliciously wrong.
My p*ssy lips were flushed and swollen. They clung to his shaft as he pumped in and out of me. My breasts bounced with every thrust, and Aaron wasted no time taking a nipple into his mouth.
In my daze, I was barely able to hear Jane laugh lightly.
“Did you hear that, David?”
“We… should go back,” David said sheepishly. “Let them have their space.”
Both of them clearly knew what was happening just out of their line of sight, but I didn’t think they knew who they were hearing.
My shoulders slumped in relief as I heard their footsteps fade, but the feeling didn’t last long. Aaron suddenly rammed into me as hard as he could.
“Ah!” I cried, then immediately bit my lip. I glared at Aaron, but he didn’t seem to notice.
I know they heard that.
“David?” Jane asked. “Didn’t you want to head back inside?”
A few seconds passed, then came David’s icy response: “Yeah. Let me just ask Olive when I can have Aaron.”
He knew it was us! Aaron must’ve heard him too, because he paused for a brief moment before he started pushing even harder and deeper into me. I kept my eyes screwed shut and tried not to scream as I listened to their footsteps fade until they disappeared.
With a smile, Aaron rubbed my slick between his fingers before wiping it on my chest and saying breathily, “He heard.”
He gave a few more rough thrusts, and that was enough to send me over the edge. One of my legs was wrapped weakly around his waist, my mouth open in a silent scream, as my insides fluttered and spasmed around his c*ck. “You… Ugh, as*hole… You weren’t… wearing a condom.”
“We can go back to the car,” he snickered. “I have some there.”
“You don’t get to laugh over something like that,” I glared with every bit of hate I could conjure. “We have to get back anyway. Before more people notice we’re gone.”
“You wanna go back? Like that?” He gave me an innocent look.
My dress was bunched up around my waist, leaving my chest and thighs on display, and my lips were swollen. Aaron didn’t look much better. His lips were as swollen as mine, and they were smeared with my lipstick. His collar was wrinkled, and his unfastened pants hung lowly on his hips. He was disheveled in every sense of the word, yet his face was still full of shameless desire.
If anyone saw us now, I think we’d both die. My anger would leave me a pile of ash on the floor, and I’m sure Aaron’s embarrassment would finally get to him. At least I’d go with the pleasure of destroying his decency.
“I can’t believe it,” I raised my chin and scowled. “Aaron Morris, CEO and heir to his family’s fortune, forced himself on a woman. In public, no less.”
“You’re not just any woman, Olive. I can’t control myself when I’m around you.” His eyes were full of affection when he stared down at me. Such bright blue eyes and soft lips… He really did look like an angel, and it was impossible for me to stay angry at such a handsome face.
“I want you so badly it hurts,” he continued. His voice was enchanting, and it floated through the night air like the
solemn strings of a cello, lush and regal. Even then as I looked up at him, his expression was still so full of dejected suffering.
Of pain.
As if I was the one who took advantage of him.
“Of course you do!” I huffed, frustrated. So much for a simple ending.
He laughed-no, giggled-as the wind picked up. It swept his bangs into his face, where they curled gently just in front of his brows. The venue’s clock tower struck twelve, and the majestic chimes of the bell heralded the end of another day. The distant neon lights of the city danced along Aaron’s cheekbones. The colors highlighted his arrogance, his vulnerability, and his allure to paint the fascinating portrait that was him.