Neighbors With Benefits

24 - Jazz

24

Jazz

I was completely caught off guard by Bash’s sudden reappearance, and even more so by his kiss. But his lips pressed hungrily against mine, reigniting the fire that had been burning just minutes before, and soon I was kissing him back with even more fervor.

“Jazz…” he groaned into my mouth.

“I was praying you would do this outside,” I said between kisses.

He pulled away for a moment. “I can’t breathe when we’re in the same room. I’m so comfortable around you, yet I can’t make myself relax because you’re this gorgeous, sexy, wonderful thing near me. I’ve been wondering if you feel the same way…”

“I do,” I said, pressing my body against his so there was no space between us. “Now shut up and kiss me.”

He grinned, then pushed me back against the wall and kissed me harder than before. His tongue was in my mouth, conquering me like I was his , and I surrendered to him without a second thought. Our mouths collided again and again without seduction or finesse. It was all hunger and desperate demand.

Everything was incredible: the hand sliding down my back to cup my ass, the other hand gripping the back of my neck, the rolling motion of his tongue against mine. And the confirmation that it wasn’t all in my head, Bash did want me just as much as I wanted him. Weeks of glances and smiles, and soft touches culminating in what we both wanted, what we could finally admit to each other.

“I need you,” I said, not content to just kiss.

“I need you more,” he replied, pulling my shirt over my head. I ripped his off just as fast, tossing aside the neon garment.

We kissed our way to deeper into the room, eventually reaching the table where we’d played countless board games. We discarded the rest of our clothes, drunk on the taste of each other, savoring his hot skin against mine.

“The bedroom’s that way,” I said.

“No time,” he replied, kicking one of the chairs out of the way. “I need you right here.”

The desperation in his voice mirrored my own feelings, and I kissed him once more and then spun around, bending over the table. Bash grabbed my ass with both hands, squeezing my flesh with need. His cock brushed against my inner thigh, and I reached between us and dragged my fingernails along the hard length in a way that made his entire body shudder.

But then, just when I thought he was going to fuck me, he gripped my waist and spun me back around.

“I want to stare into your eyes,” he said, kissing me again and robbing me of all logic.

He picked me up effortlessly and put me down on the table. He rubbed my pussy with three fingers, using the juices to coat the head of his cock, then gently positioned it at my waiting entrance.

But I wasn’t in the mood to wait. I wanted him now.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in, accepting his hard length in one long, endless thrust. I hadn’t turned the light on in here, and we moaned together in the darkness, joined together for the first time in the most carnal way.

Bash gazed down at me with hooded eyes. He was beautiful in that moment, as he was always beautiful, his hard jawline clenching with intensity as he savored how I felt from the inside.

“I can’t move,” he whispered with a silly grin. “If I do, I’m gonna come right away.”

I grabbed a handful of his blond hair. “Then stay inside of me for a while. I like the way you feel like this.”

I pulled his lips to mine and kissed him deeply, this time invading his mouth with my tongue. He moaned in response, and we savored the way we felt in that moment while simply kissing.

It went on for seconds, or minutes, or hours; I lost track of time while exploring the contours of Bash’s mouth, the lines along his lips and the bumps of his tongue. He stayed completely hard inside me the entire time. But eventually I couldn’t stand it any longer and I wanted more, I wanted him , I wanted to accept what he could give and squeeze every drop of come from his body that I could. I loosened the vice-like grip of my legs around his waist, and he responded by immediately pulling back and thrusting forward again, like he’d been held back only by my restrictive legs.

“Fuck, you feel good .”

“Not as good as you,” I purred back.

“This is better than Candyland,” he said.

I let out a momentary giggle, and he grinned down at me.

“Shut up and fuck me,” I ordered.

The sensation of his cock moving inside me was almost supernatural. It wasn’t a long dick, but it was thick in all the right ways so that it hit every nerve ending on my inner walls as it moved. It hit nerves I didn’t even realize I had .

I ran my hand along Bash’s chest while he fucked me steadily, appreciating every contour and nook on his chiseled body. It was so good to actually do this , not just fantasize about it. No more flirtatious looks and teasing smiles—just two bodies joined together for the first time.

And hopefully not the last.

In response to my touch, Bash moved his hand to my belly and then his thumb slid down to my clit. He began rubbing in a slow circle, at a pace that was just below what I really wanted, making me squirm with desire. I was the kind of girl who couldn’t get off on vaginal stimulation alone, and his thumb at that moment was pulling me toward a roaring furnace that was going to devour me in its flames.

His face was shadowed in the darkness but I could see him biting his lip. “Jazz,” he said, a prayer and a moan and a curse all at once. “Jazz, I…”

“I know,” I moaned back, throwing my hips into him with each thrust. “Harder. Fuck me harder!”

“Ohh…”

“Just like that. Don’t stop.”

“Never!” he breathed.

“ Hurry,” I begged.

He was pulling all the way back each time, slamming his cock deep inside of me. His free hand gripped my waist and tensed, a vibration growing in his entire body. All the while his thumb swirled on my clit, bringing me closer and closer…

“Yes,” I moaned, urging myself on more than him. “Right there, just like that, yes, yes, yes , oh my God fuck me I’m coming!”

“Jazz!” he roared.

My eyes tried to clench shut at the intense ecstasy spreading outward through my body, but I held them open so I could watch Bash’s climax. His mouth fell open and his eyes widened while locked onto mine, like his orgasm was a sudden surprise. His beautiful face twisted and tensed, and I drank in the sight of such a gorgeous man as he erupted deep inside of me.

Eventually I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer and I clenched them shut, accepting the final waves of pleasure from my shuddering orgasm.

His lips found mind in the darkness, and we kissed softly because neither of us wanted to leave.

For a while, we didn’t. We just stayed in that moment, that perfect moment where nothing else mattered.

But eventually he grew soft inside of me.

“You can’t breathe when you’re in the room with me?” I asked, trying to extend the erotic moment.

He frowned. “Huh?”

“That’s what you said. You can’t breathe when you’re in the same room as me.”

“I guess that just sort of slipped out. But yeah. It’s been that way since we met.”

“Since we met? Really?”

“Since you walked in on me in that bathroom.” He pointed toward the hall. “The very first day.”

“Wow. You’ve done a good job hiding it.”

“Yeah, well, you’re my neighbor. A lot can go wrong if it ends badly.”

“I’m already thinking about which plants I’m going to burn,” I replied.

He gave my ass a loud, satisfying smack. “Don’t even joke about plant arson.”

“Sorry. Didn’t realize it was too soon.” I sighed happily. “I’m so glad you came back over.”

Bash chuckled. “I was standing on your porch for over a minute, trying to muster the courage to knock. Then I heard you shout in pain. I guess I kind of barged in, didn’t I?”

“We’re good friends,” I replied. “You can come inside without warning, especially if I’m screaming.”

“Oh I came inside all right,” Bash said. “Though I did warn you.”

“And I was screaming—in pleasure!” I added.

The two of us laughed, and he squeezed me tighter in a hug. “Should we move somewhere more comfortable?”

“I’m happy right here on the table,” I replied. “Are you not?”

“I’m extremely satisfied right here.”

“The only thing that would make this better is food,” I said. “The nachos and fries were good, but I could still eat.”

“We worked up an appetite,” Bash murmured, kissing my hair. “What snacks do you have?”

“Nothing good. Past-Jazz, the one who did the grocery shopping, was trying to be healthy.”

“I have chips and hummus at my place,” Bash offered.

I immediately pushed him away and slid off the table. “Say less. That’s exactly what I want. Are you coming?”

He sat on the edge of the table and watched me. “Give me a minute.”

“For what?”

“I’m enjoying the view.” A grin spread across his face while his eyes caressed my body.

I gave my boobs a little shake, then grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the table. “You can ogle me while I eat chips.”

“But you’ll be clothed. Unless you walk to my house naked.”

“Counter-offer,” I said. “I put my clothes on, we go over to your place, and then I get naked again.”

Bash was following me in the blink of an eye. “I accept.”

We got dressed and went next door, arm-in-arm. There was a dark shape across the street walking a small dog; it looked like she was watching us.

“That’s Linda,” Bash whispered to me. Then he raised a hand and called out, “Hi, Linda!”

“I can’t remember which tier she was in,” I said as we went inside.

“She’s the walking phone book. Super nice, but she’s B-tier instead of A-tier because she usually let’s that Chihuahua off leash. We’re lucky he didn’t run across the street and bite our ankles.”

“Is she going to gossip? About seeing us together like that?”

Bash shrugged. “I don’t really care. But probably not. She’s no Karen.” He gestured at me. “You’re wearing far too many clothes.”

“Bring my snacks and I will release the girls.”

I got naked and splayed myself out on the couch like Rose from Titanic. Bash groaned loudly when he brought the snacks over to the living room. “You’re making it real hard to think about chips right now.”

“Oh I bet it’s real hard,” I teased, my eyes trailing down to his neon shorts. “But I need sustenance before we have any more fun.”

Bash threw his top off, then yanked his shorts down and stood naked and triumphant. “Once again, I agree to these terms.”

We sat on the couch together, naked and happy, while devouring the chips. I wasn’t a prude, but I felt like I had a normal amount of shyness about my body. I looked good naked—in spite of a few insecurities—but I still didn’t like to lounge around naked with men I had slept with.

Yet I was completely comfortable around Bash. He seemed totally at ease with his junk out, too. Then again, he was definitely the kind of guy who wouldn’t be bothered by that.

“Since you first saw me in the bathroom?” I asked while dipping my chip in the hummus. “That soon?”

“Why not? You’re super hot.”

“Yeah, but still.”

“The crazy thing?” he added. “Your body, despite being abso-fucking-lutely stunning, is like my third favorite thing about you.”

I laid my head in his lap and batted my eyelashes up at him. “You may continue showering me with compliments.”

“My favorite thing is your personality,” he said while stroking my hair. “You’re funny and smart. If you were a guy, I’d want to be best friends with you.”

“But because I have tits, we can’t be best friends?”

“I’ve had several best friends over the years,” he said, “and I’ve never put my penis inside any of them.”

I grinned. “Their loss. We’re getting off track. What’s your second favorite thing about me?”

“Honestly? You’re easy to be around.”

“My friend Cat will disagree with you there. She claims I’m difficult.”

“I can’t speak for your enlightened bisexual friend, but that’s not my experience.” Bash stared off while he spoke. “I’m totally at ease around you. Playing stupid board games, eating dinner, watching TV… whatever we’re doing together, it’s comfortable . We don’t even have to talk. I’ve only had that kind of relationship with a few people in my life.”

“That’s kind of the opposite of what you said before, how you can’t breathe when we’re in the same room together,” I pointed out.

Bash shrugged one shoulder. “I know, it’s paradoxical. But it’s both things at the same time.”

I reached up to caress his cheek. “I actually feel the exact same way.”

He leaned down and brushed his lips against mine. “You taste like garlic hummus,” I teased.

“So do you, but it didn’t stop me,” he replied, booping me on the nose with his finger.

“How about this,” I suggested. “We rinse our mouths out with mouthwash, then take a shower, then see if I can give you a fourth reason to like me so much.”

“Why do we need a shower? Am I that smelly?”

“We don’t need one. But there are some things I want to do to you that will be a lot more fun if we’re both squeaky clean.”

“Yeah,” Bash said, standing and helping me to my feet. “I think I just found the fourth thing.”