Neighbors With Benefits

42 - Jazz

42

Jazz

What the hell?

I was simultaneously elated and unsatisfied. Dante and I had finally kissed, and he had brought me to a swift, skilled orgasm that left me wanting so much more. His cock was in my fingers, separated only by the denim of his jeans, hard and long and brimming with potential.

And then he just… went home .

I thought it was a joke at first. He was teasing me. Or implying that I should follow him home so we could continue our sensual business there. But by the time I had put my leggings back on and walked inside, I could hear his motorcycle idling in the driveway.

I walked out to my porch just in time to see him pull onto our street and zoom away.

Me : Hey, are we going to continue what we started?

Dante : Not tonight. I’m starving, so I went out to get food.

Me : Seriously? That’s it?

Dante : That’s it? I got you off pretty good.

Me : I was expecting more. It’s your turn.

Dante : I’m good. See you tomorrow.

I stared at the message. He was good? He didn’t want to come too?

It made no sense to me.

For the rest of the night, I waited for some kind of response. For Dante to deliver the punchline, showing up at my door and finishing the job he had started.

But when the familiar rumble of his bike came up the street, cutting off as he went inside, I realized that the night really was over.

What the hell?

I called Cat for an emergency lunch the next day. She arrived at my office with a huge grin on her face.

“I don’t even want lunch—I already ate,” she said while closing my office door behind her. “So you’d better make this worth my while with some juicy details. What’s new?”

“Dante and I kind of hooked up.”

She let out a squeal that made me glad my office was mostly soundproof. “I KNEW IT!”

“You did?”

“I knew something had happened, and your other neighbor fuckboys are still out of town. Tell me everything .”

I walked her through the events in the greenhouse, starting with the flirting glances and incidental touches, then the accident with the ladder, and finally what it led to.

“He got you off that quickly?” Cat asked, eyebrows rising. “With just his fingers?”

“I know!” I replied. “I was just as surprised when it happened.”

“Then what?” she asked. “Did you do it right there in the greenhouse, or did you go inside?”

“That’s the thing. We didn’t. He said he had something to take care of, and he left.”

Cat stared at me. “Seriously?”

I threw up my hands. “I know! I’ve been thinking about it since it happened. I don’t understand.”

“Maybe you scared him off with that weird face you make when you come.”

I gave a start. “You don’t know what my o-face looks like.”

“No,” she replied, “but I’ve seen the face you make when you take the first bite of red velvet cake. I’m assuming it’s the same.”

“You’re… not wrong,” I admitted.

Cat clapped her hands together. “I’m so happy for you, Jazz! You’ve accepted your inner slut! You’re sleeping with all three of your neighbors at the same time! Three men who can take care of your every need!”

“Except one of them didn’t take care of all of my needs,” I pointed out. “He abruptly stopped, and won’t tell me why.”

“He got you off, didn’t he?” she asked.

“But I wanted more than that!”

“Patience, dear,” she said. “You have to round third base before you can score. Maybe he’s just playing hard to get.”

“Dante doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who plays those games.”

“Well, you shouldn’t worry about it. It will resolve itself.”

“Will it, Cat? How do you know?”

She leaned back in her chair and sighed wistfully. “Three men. Sharing you. I’m so jealous right now, I kind of want to kill you, wear your skin, and take your place.”

Laughing, I said, “If anyone else said that to me, I’d block their number.”

“Which one would have the most attractive babies?” she asked. “Bash and Aiden would both give you sexy little children. But I haven’t seen Dante yet.”

“I think we’re getting ahead of ourselves,” I quickly said. “Things are just casual between us.”

“Sure,” she said with a wink.

“I’m serious! We’re just friends… whose genitals sometimes connect.”

Cat laughed. “It may be casual now, but I don’t think you’re the kind of woman who can have a physical relationship without developing feelings.”

“You don’t know that!”

“I know that you’ve been missing Aiden and Bash,” she said pointedly.

“Of course I miss them. We have fun together. And I’m not just talking about the sex.”

She raised an eyebrow at me.

“It’s fine!” I insisted. “Casual is good. We all agreed to keep it that way.”

“Right. And people have never changed their minds about things before. Especially not matters of the heart. Don’t get me wrong, Jazzy—I’m thrilled that you’re having no-strings-attached sex. I’m proud of you! But I also don’t want you to get hurt.”

Before I could respond that I was fine, there came a knock on my door. Brandi stuck her head in. “Sorry to bother you, Ms. Barnes, but there’s someone here to see you.”

I glanced at the clock. “Ugh. The beer distributor wasn’t supposed to get here until one. He’s always early.”

Brandi cleared her throat. “It’s actually someone else. He says he’s your neighbor…?”

The man behind Brandi put a hand on her arm and gently moved past her and into my office. Dante was dressed up more than I was used to seeing him, with grey slacks and a white button-down shirt.

“Why hello there,” Cat whispered under her breath.

“Thanks, Brandi,” I said, dismissing her. As soon as she was gone, I asked, “What are you doing here?”

Dante turned to Cat. “You should leave.”

“Why?” she challenged. “You want to fuck my best friend in her office while we’re in the middle of lunch?”

Dante’s gaze returned to me, intense and urgent. “Yes.” He began rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt. “So unless you want to watch…”

“Don’t make invitations unless you mean them,” Cat said, tossing her hair flirtatiously.

I glared at her. She rolled her eyes, grabbed her bag, and left my office. The last thing I saw was her giving me a thumbs-up before closing the door.

Dante locked it behind her.

“You know,” I said, “you have a lot of nerve after the way—”

Dante prowled across the room like a lion, cupping my chin and kissing me. All of my complaints were instantly banished from my mind; the only thing that mattered was just how good this felt.

“I like your office,” he said, holding me in his arms. “I hope it’s soundproof.”

“Why?” I asked, biting my lip.

He gave me a wolfish grin. “Because you’re going to make a lot of noise.”

He lifted me by the thighs into his arms, kissing me while carrying me over to my desk. He placed me on the edge, just like how I had sat on the workbench in the greenhouse, hiking my skirt up and then tugging at my panties.

“Why now?” I managed to get out. “Why hold back in the greenhouse only to rush in here on my lunch break?”

“I wanted to test myself,” he replied, kneeling to pull my panties all the way off. “To see if I could stand not being with you.”

“And?” I asked, holding my breath.

He leaned in close and whispered, “I can’t,” before kissing me.

Dante was an incredible kisser, even better than Aiden or Bash. Even without tongue, I was wet within seconds of his lips touching mine. His cock was hard and thick inside his dress pants, just as it had felt brushing against me in the greenhouse yesterday, and once again I wondered what it would feel like inside of me…

“You’d better not leave me dissatisfied this time,” I warned.

He finished rolling up his sleeves, gave me a mischievous grin, then buried his face in my pussy.

I moaned and arched my back on the desk as he jammed his tongue deep inside me. It was impossibly long, wriggling around and up and down, hitting parts of my sex I didn’t know could be reached with a tongue. His nose rubbed against my clit as he ate me out, sending lightning bolts of pleasure through my lower body while I gripped the edge of the desk with both hands.

His mouth vibrated with a pleasurable groan, as if he was getting as much enjoyment out of it as me.

“Yes,” I moaned, grateful for the thick walls in my office.

Dante’s tongue slid out of my pussy and whirled around my clit. It was so intense, right on the edge of what I could handle without any foreplay, but somehow that made it even sexier—the immediacy of it all, without any warning. His hands slid around my hips and grabbed my ass, holding me against his face in case I tried to escape. His biceps bulged against his dress shirt as he held me, licking and sucking at my clit like it was his favorite part of the day.

And then the intensity morphed and changed into a deep, powerful pleasure.

While his mouth focused on my most sensitive place, two fingers slid inside my pussy up to the first knuckle. It wasn’t enough. I pushed my hips against him, begging him to give me all that he had, and he quickly obeyed. Both fingers pushed deeper into my wet folds, then twisted like a corkscrew, rotating against my inner walls.

“Dante,” I moaned, unable to hold back. “Ohh…”

He finger-fucked me steadily, back and forth. Back and forth. Meanwhile, his tongue curled into a U shape and ran up and down my clit, like his tongue was a waterslide for my sensitive spot. The ecstasy was insane, a sensation I had never felt before.

We’re doing this in my office. My employees are on the other side of the door. That only made it hotter, doing this where I worked. The danger of maybe getting caught.

I grabbed a handful of his dark hair and held him against me as my pleasure rose. His fingers pumped inside me, faster and faster. One of his fingers, his pinky or ring finger, brushed against my ass with each thrust. I moaned louder as I imagined him taking things even further, sliding a finger into my tight back door while fucking my pussy, double-penetrating me with his skilled fingers…

That wasn’t a fantasy I’d ever had, but it was intense and real in that moment. It surprised me, and drove my ecstasy to new heights.

Then I was moaning, and crying out, and coming all over Dante’s face. I curled my toes so hard I almost gave myself a cramp and clung to the edge of the desk so tightly I thought the wood might snap.

Dante grinned up at me. “That happened almost as fast as the first time.”

“It usually takes longer,” I admitted. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“I do,” he agreed, pushing up and kissing me deeply on the lips, which tasted faintly of my scent. “But I’m not done with you yet.” He unzipped his pants.

“You’d better not be!” I said, immediately reaching through the open zipper. He wasn’t wearing underwear, a fact that both turned me on and made it easy to find his stiff cock. I pulled it through the opening in his pants, thick and long and thick, so thick, did I mention how freaking thick it was? He wasn’t as long as Aiden or Bash, but his width gave me pause…

Dante grabbed my legs and spread them wide, the motion pushing my pencil skirt up around my waist even more. He lowered himself to my mouth for a quick kiss, tongue flicking against mine the way it had pressed against my clit.

He took hold of his cock like a saber and pressed it against my dripping-wet slit. The tip ground against my waiting lips, teasing me rather than giving me what I wanted. But then he pushed into me, giving me the weight of his entire body.

“Relax,” he whispered into my ear, deep and demanding. The words did the trick and I stopped tensing, and then…

…he slid right in.

The head was easy, but then he continued pushing until his wide shaft entered me, and entered me, and entered me. It just kept going. The pressure against my inner walls was intense, but then Dante stared at me with his dark eyes and somehow I knew I could handle it. He sank deeper into me until he had nothing more to give, his cock filling me completely. It was like I had been living my entire life incomplete, and had only now been made whole.

We gasped and sighed and moaned together, savoring the feeling without moving.

“I could die happy right now,” he gritted out.

“You’d better not.”

I gripped his head with both hands and kissed him. The longer his cock was inside me, the more I wanted him. I didn’t just want to have sex with Dante: I wanted him to fuck me , to conquer me with his body until I was a puddle of a woman. I jammed my tongue into his mouth and moved my hips against him, urging him to move faster.

He needed no other hints. He pulled back slowly, half of him exiting me before sliding forward again. I was so wet that the motion felt incredible , even though he was bigger than I thought I could handle. He remained deep inside me again, moving his hips in a circle, before pulling back.

Dante fucked me like that, slowly at first but picking up steam. With every new thrust he pulled back farther, until finally he was slamming the full heft of his hard length into me again and again. Each pump was an explosion of pleasure, more than I had ever had and more than I could stand at the same time, electrifying all my nerves and forcing a wail of pleasure from my lips.

Everything was a blur as Dante crashed into me with his entire body. The desk scratched against the floor, but neither of us cared. The only thing that mattered was the way we were joined together, and the mindless drive of our bodies.

“Jasmin,” he moaned, hand cupping the side of my face. “I can’t… Oh God Jasmin…”

“Come for me,” I begged as my pleasure crested. “Come for me Dante, please, fuck me and come for me, deep inside me…”

“Ohh Jasmin!”

His hand slid around the back of my head and gripped a handful of hair, tightening as we came together. His face twisted with pleasure so intense it almost looked like pain, and the sight of it drove me over the edge into my own frenzied, frantic, explosion of ecstasy. I grabbed his ass with both hands and held him against me as his cock shuddered and trembled. Our gazes collided, locked together in mutual bliss, as he filled me to the brim with every ounce of his seed.