Neighbors With Benefits

41 - Dante

41

Dante

There was no feeling in the world more satisfying than making a woman come with your touch.

Holding her down. Letting her know you were in charge. Bringing her to a satisfying climax, toes curled and voice hoarse from screaming so loud.

It never got old. And it was especially satisfying with Jasmin.

Two years ago, I’d joined Aiden and Bash on a health kick. For the entire month of January, we agreed not to eat fast food. No McDonalds, no Burger King, no Dalessandro’s Cheesesteaks. I ate fast food maybe once a week. Never more than four times in a month. It should have been easy.

But a week into our diet, that cheesesteak was all I could think about. While eating bacon and eggs for breakfast, I thought about cheesesteak. My turkey sandwich for lunch? Should have been cheesesteak. Aiden cooked incredible fucking dinner meals for us, some which included actual filet mignon and garlic bread, but all I could think about was that goddamn fast food cheesesteak. I woke up in the middle of the night, mouth watering, imagining my teeth sinking into that sandwich.

I ended up caving by the third week.

Holding back from something always made me want it more. I knew that about myself the same way I knew what time the Phillies game came on every night, but sometimes I forgot. And when I did, I received a harsh reminder.

I wasn’t into Jasmin. She had a head start with Aiden and Bash, which immediately meant any potential relationship with me would be secondary. She was our goddamn neighbor, which was a terrible idea for about a thousand reasons. She wasn’t my type. I knew all of this. It was a conscious decision I had made. There were millions of other women in Philadelphia alone.

But damned if that didn’t make me want Jasmin more.

It didn’t help that she was practically taunting me with her body. Wearing a fucking corset to my rugby game last night, and putting on a pair of leggings tonight that were so tight they might as well have been drawn on her in pencil. Her sports bra was tight and revealed a sexy little band of midriff.

Midriff I wanted to squeeze with both hands while driving into her, over and over…

It was all I could think about while we were on that ladder. That tight little body so close to mine I brushed against her with every turn of the ratchet.

It distracted me. And we fell.

She landed in my arms like an angel falling from heaven.

And just like I had done every time I tried to hold myself back from something, I caved .

God, her pussy was tight. It was almost painful the way she clenched around my fingers as she came. The look in her eyes was even better. She had surrendered to me, and seemed almost surprised by the whole thing.

My cock ached for her. I wanted nothing more than to spread her legs and plunge into Jasmin’s soft cunt. To make her come again, this time while I joined her in delicious ecstasy.

But there was that voice. That fucking voice in my head, telling me I was weak for not being able to resist her…

So I finished tightening the bracket on the pane of glass, gave her one final kiss to remember me by, and left.

She didn’t say a word, but I could feel her confusion in the silence. She texted me when I got home, but I ignored it. Tonight, I was going to do some self-reflection.

And drinking.

Two hours and six drinks later, I came to a decision. I pulled out my phone and texted my friends.

Me : Let’s pretend I was interested in our neighbor girl…