Novel & Cerita Crossing The Lines ( Sleeping With My Best Friends)

Pushing the blanket, he looked at his side and scanned the whole room for the lady he banged last night. His brows furrowed and his face turned into a frown as he couldn't see any sign of her. All he saw was the red blood stains on the sheet, a mark of what went down last night. However, he felt refreshed and rejuvenated from f**g a virgin last night. He sighs as he looks at his wrist watch. It was seven thirty. He had been a deep sleeper that he didn't notice when she left his side. "Fanculo! (F**k!)"

She came so many times her legs were shaking by evening. Day 9: Ryan's room was the best. Sophia took him to the Ryan's room and made him fuck her on his best friend’s bed. The taboo made it extra filthy. She rode him hard, moaning, “Fuck Mommy in your best friend’s room, baby.” Jake came so hard he saw stars. Day 10: The Final Marathon

No lines left to cross. Just fire. And whoever burned first.

Or conquered. And those eyes. Dark. Defiant. Lit like a fuse I can’t wait to burn through. She doesn’t flirt. She challenges. She doesn’t want me. And that makes me starving. “I’m stopping by the club,” I say, cool and clipped. “Nightcap.” Elliot groans like a man who’s overdosed on indulgence. “Jesus, Cross. Even I’m spent.” “Then stay here,” I snap. “Jerk off to the memory. Or whatever’s left of it.”

It feels so weird and embarrassing. "Answer me." As he slightly pinches my clit, I gasp and my hands grip his shoulders for support. Oh, fuck! Is this a dream? I never imagined this happening, not even in my wildest dreams. What the fuck is going on? I need to control myself. "Stop it." Listening to my words, his hand immediately stops. "Why?" He asks, his dark eyes glued on me. "We're crossing the line of our friendship, Sky," I explain, panting, and my body desperately wants the release.

Playful and relaxed, real best friends. You don’t cross a line with your best friend. Especially one who needed you to not be like every other guy in the world. Especially when you held her sobbing in your arms, when she let out all the sordid shit that her father ever did to her. But then, your best friend shouldn’t be giving you the undying need to slide up her dress and fuck her up against an elevator wall, and deny it all I want, I can’t keep my head from straying there over and over tonight.

We stay like that for a long moment, breathing each other's air, balanced on the edge of something we can't take back. "Tomorrow," she finally says. "Tomorrow we'll figure out what this is." "Tomorrow," I agree. But when she curls against my side to sleep, her hand resting possessively over my heart, her thigh thrown across mine so she can feel exactly how hard I still am, neither of us believes it. Tomorrow we'll cross another line. And the day after that, another. Until there are no lines left.

' I scolded myself. I then decided to listen to some music. I pressed the shuffle button on my phone and soon the lyrics of What best friends do by jewel Damina filled the room. Ain't it easy doing life with you. Slaying dragons next to you. Hop on the plane just to find you Cause that's what best friends do. You got my back anytime any day Hold me down if it doesn't go my way. I wanna know how I hit the jackpot. Guess it's just my luck.

She gave a faint, tired smile. “It never is.” Silence again. But steadier now. “You should sleep,” I said. “You’ll still be here?” “Yes.” A pause. “Okay.” Her eyes closed again. More slowly this time. More carefully. And as she drifted off— Her hand stayed in mine. I didn’t move. Didn’t let go. Because this— This was the line. The one I wouldn’t cross again. My phone buzzed. I glanced at it carefully. Victor. A message.

Beneath the same sheets. Flashes come rushing back—his hands, my hands, the kiss, the sound I made— No. No. No. Alice will kill me. I jump out of bed. The room is his—posters, books, pictures—all Dominic. I grab my clothes and shove them on, my hands shaking. Of all the insane things that could happen… sleeping with my best friend’s brother? Does the universe hate me that much? Alcohol made this curly-haired nerd look hot. Too hot.