14 - Aiden
14
Aiden
We only played the one game of Scrabble. I won, and then Jazz made an excuse about needing to get up early and quickly left our place. I couldn’t blame her; it was impossible to focus on the game while we sat just two feet apart, already turned on from our game of footsie underneath the table.
By the time I had brushed my teeth and crawled into bed, I had a text message waiting for me on my work phone. I almost ignored it before remembering that’s the phone number Jazz had.
Jazz : I’ve never needed to be fucked so badly in my life.
Me : I’m dying right now. That was the hardest Scrabble game of my life, and not because of the competition.
Jazz : Oh, it was hard all right.
Jazz : I spent the entire game fantasizing about all the ways I want you to ravage me.
Me : Please share with the class.
Jazz : You’re going to have to use your imagination, big guy.
Me : That’s not fair.
Jazz : Neither is toe-blasting me under the table during our game, but that didn’t stop you.
Me : That was payback for making me get you a beer while I was rock hard!
Jazz : Hehehehe yeah I really enjoyed that.
Jazz : Save all that energy for Sunday night. I’ll make it worth your while. [Kiss emoji]
Me : Absolutely evil.
I turned off the light and slipped out of my underwear, then stretched out on the bed. I re-read our texts while gently stroking myself. The memory of Jazz was still fresh in my mind—not just the way her foot felt caressing my leg, but how gorgeous she was at the table. When we first met she was undeniably hot, but now that I had been with her I had a new appreciation for her body. Everything about her was sexy to me.
I closed my eyes and remembered the last time we had been together, having sex on her table on Tuesday. She was so wet that night that I slid into her with ease, then drove into her harder than I intended, urged on by my primal desire. I considered myself an even-headed guy, but I seemed to lose all sense of restraint when I was around her.
Within a minute, I was gasping and coming all over my abs. As my breathing steadied out, I shook my head in wonder. I didn’t even need porn to get off; the memory of Jazz was more powerful.
And this girl lived next door.
I counted down the hours until our game night on Sunday. It was technically our turn to host since we’d done it—literally—at her place last Sunday, but Jazz made an excuse about her oven to get us to have it at her place again.
I couldn’t have been more excited.
“Here’s the problem: the plug for the router was loose,” Bash said. That was her excuse for hosting: she wanted us to troubleshoot her spotty internet. “That’s why your Wi-Fi has been going out.”
“Thanks for the help,” Jazz said. “I’m so bad with technology!”
“I’ve been doing IT work for my family since I was nine,” Bash replied. “That’s what neighbors are for. I’m sure you’ll return the favor for us.”
She glanced at me. “I’m sure I will.”
A shiver of excitement ran down my spine and into my dick. Jesus, this was fun.
“These cords are a mess,” Bash said. “Mind if I do some cable management for you?”
“Be my guest!”
I helped her cook dinner while Bash worked on her electronics. It was innocent at first, me stirring the sauce while she chopped veggies and made the pasta. Occasionally our arms brushed together. She reached across me to grab the salt, entering and possessing my personal space for three marvelous seconds. I scooped up a bit of the sauce and held it up to her, and she tasted it directly from the spoon.
It was like foreplay, except my best friend was on the other side of the room the whole time. Like the chaperone at prom ensuring the students didn’t get too handsy.
We ate dinner and split a bottle of red wine while talking about work. It was all so fun and casual. Three friends sharing a meal at the end of the weekend.
Then Bash left.
I counted to ten in my head while watching Jazz. She pursed her lips together, eyelashes fluttering while she stared back at me.
Then the two of us jumped up and practically sprinted into her bedroom, shedding clothes along the way. I had been fantasizing about how I wanted to take her, but before I could make the move, she grabbed my arms and pushed me down onto the bed until I was lying down.
“No foreplay,” she commanded. “I need you now .”
Jazz threw a leg over me, then lowered herself onto my stiff cock. She sank onto me, swallowing every inch with her wet pussy. Both of us moaned together, backs arching and all the tension releasing at the same time.
“Been waiting for this all day,” she purred while grinding on me.
“Just today? I’ve been waiting to fuck you since Thursday,” I replied.
She leaned down to brush her lips against mine. “I’m the one fucking you tonight.”
I moaned as she began riding me, slowly at first but with increasing enthusiasm. I sat up enough to take one of her hard nipples between my lips, nibbling with just the right amount of pressure. After a few times together, I had a good idea of what she liked, and she responded by moving up and down faster on my cock.
Soon she was rubbing a fire into her clit. Skin slapped against skin as she impaled herself on me over and over, jaw going slack and eyes clenching shut. I grabbed her ass with both hands, digging my fingers into her flesh hungrily and helping her move. I was getting close, and feared I would finish before she had a chance to, but then she gasped and cried out with the sweetest sound in the world, her entire body shuddering with release.
I sat up and wrapped my arms around her body, kissing her tenderly while she came down from her intense climax.
Then she pushed off me, turned around, and got on all fours. She looked back at me with the sexiest little smile.
“What happened to you fucking me tonight?” I teased.
“That part is over. This is the part where you fuck me from behind so hard I’m sore tomorrow morning.”
Any teasing I had planned disappeared from my mind. I got up and moved forward, burying my face in her sex from behind. She giggled and moaned, squirming as I rolled my tongue into her wet folds, but I held her hips possessively.
“Fuck me,” she asked.
“Hmm, I think I’ll keep eating you instead,” I replied.
She continued squirming, but I was relentless. My tongue moved up and down, flicking across her clit before diving up into her sex. Soon I didn’t need to hold her hips; she was pushing her ass back against my face.
Just when I thought she was about to come, I got onto my knees and gave her ass a loud smack. Then I guided my cock up into Jazz, grabbed her waist with both hands, and drove as deep into her as I could.
I didn’t waste any time; I fucked her hard and fast, just the way she wanted. She was practically screaming within seconds, leaning forward until her face was in the comforter while rubbing her clit. I pistoned into her, savoring the view of her hourglass-shaped body from this angle, and it was all too much for me. A groan escaped my throat as I came, building in volume, joining her own moans until our sexual duet was loud enough to echo off the walls.
“I would like to reiterate how much I’m enjoying this arrangement,” she said while we played Scrabble a few minutes later.
“Same,” I replied. “It’s a shame Bash is kind of hampering how often we get to do it.”
Jazz shrugged. “The sneaking around is part of the fun.”
“It really is,” I agreed.
We only had time for one game, and by the final round Jazz was winning. I had one more word to play, and I needed to get at least 44 points to catch her.
“I don’t think you can make up the deficit,” she said. “There aren’t any triple word squares, so I hope you have a J or a Z to earn some big points.”
“It’s all right,” I said. “I’m going to sit here until I find a way to win, even if it takes all night.”
“We’ve been playing without a timer,” she warned, “but if you take advantage of that, we might need to add one.”
“I promise not to take more than two or three hours,” I replied.
A curious expression came over Jazz’s face. “How about I incentivize you to play faster?”
“I’m listening.”
I was expecting her to suggest another round in the bedroom if I played a word quickly. But instead, she pushed back her chair and disappeared under the table.
“What are you—”
“You have to play a word before you come,” she said, pulling down my boxer-briefs. “Better think fast, because I don’t intend to give you a lot of time.”
And then she wrapped her lips around my tip and swirled her tongue in a circle.
I let out a loud groan. “This is the definition of poor sportsmanship.”
She mumbled something incoherent while stroking my hard length. Within seconds, she was giving the blowjob her complete and undivided attention.
I tried to focus, but the letters on my rack were a blur. I wanted to close my eyes and savor the amazing way her mouth felt, but the competitive part of me still wanted to win. Especially while she was giving me a blowjob. I scanned the board. I had a good spot that would get the double-word bonus, but I didn’t think it would get me the 44 points I needed to win.
Jazz vibrated a moan into me while speeding up her efforts.
I realized I wasn’t going to last long. Certainly not long enough to find a better word than I already had prepared. I curled my toes underneath the table, the pleasure of her mouth and tongue rising at an unsustainable rate. Yeah, I was close.
“Fuck,” I groaned, scrambling to place the tiles. “Jazz, I’m… oh my God, I’m… ohh. ”
I roared as my cock trembled with release. She pulled back a little, but kept her lips clenched tightly around my crown and jacked me off into her mouth as I exploded. I got the last tile down and then leaned back in the chair, savoring the final waves of ecstasy.
She pushed my chair back, then slid up between my legs and gave me a salty little kiss. “Let’s see what you played.”
“Enzyme,” I said while she sat in my lap. “No idea how many points.”
“Why not? You couldn’t do the math yourself?” she asked innocently.
“The way you were sucking the life out of me, it’s a miracle I could play any word at all.”
She giggled and counted up the letter values. “You’re four points short. I win!”
“No,” I replied, “I definitely won that exchange.”
I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her lips back to mine. This woman was insane. I had never met anyone like her before.
Which was why I was dreading telling her my bad news.