Neighbors With Benefits

45 - Jazz

45

Jazz

I was just getting out of the shower when Dante let himself into my house. I felt a rush at that—he was comfortable just walking inside like he lived here. It was a level of friendship and intimacy I had never really had with anyone before.

“I’m all clean,” I said innocently. “Now what?”

Dante proceeded to throw me onto the bed and lick every inch of my body. And I mean every inch . He kissed a trail along my inner thigh and tasted my swollen sex. He moved higher, squeezing my breast in a palm while circling the nipple with his tongue.

And then he rolled me over onto my belly and ate me out from behind, his tongue rolling up and down, up and down…

…and up, and up, and up .

“Oh!” I gasped as he reached a part of my body that had never been tongued before. “Wait, you…”

“Relax,” he rumbled into me before resuming his task.

My surprise and discomfort disappeared, immediately replaced by a sharp sense of naughtiness. I had never had my ass eaten before. It was a meme I had read about online, something that more and more people were doing, but never something I had experienced. It wasn’t something I ever would have felt comfortable requesting, for fear that it would gross the guy out.

But Dante was going to town on my little rosebud like he had been looking forward to it all day. Soon I relaxed and gave in to his forbidden tongue, and began to enjoy it without any qualms. His fingers dug into my ass cheeks, evidence of how much he was enjoying this, which turned me on even more.

By the time he slid two fingers into my sex, and rubbed my clit with his other hand, I was putty in his capable arms.

“I really love making you come,” he said when the task was complete.

“Trust me when I say I’m enjoying it even more,” I replied. “I’ve never, uh, had that done to me.”

“I could tell,” he replied, standing next to the bed and pulling his T-shirt off. The tattoos on his arm shone with color in the dim light of my bedside lamp. “I can also tell it won’t be the last time I do that to you.”

I bit my lip. “I certainly hope not. Now how about you lie down and let me take care of you for a little while?”

He unzipped his jeans and let them fall to the floor. There was something heavy in the pocket that made a loud THUNK when it hit the ground. “Are you smuggling plants into Jazzland? Because asylum is strictly contained to the greenhouse area.”

“No plants in there,” he said, nudging the jeans with his toe. “Just something for you to enjoy later. Two somethings.”

“I can’t wait.” I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his hot, hard cock. “But first…”

I pulled him over to my lips, wrapping them around his crown and giving him my full attention. He let out a long groan, and laced his fingers into my hair. He guided my head back and forth while I sucked him off, his moans deepening.

“Won’t last long if you keep that up,” he warned.

“Good,” I said, glancing up at him through my eyelashes. “If my math is correct, I’m winning three to one. We need you to catch up in the orgasm department.”

“Trust me: I intend to,” he said, leaning down to kiss me briefly. “Where’s your phone?”

“In the bathroom. You intercepted me right after my shower. Hey—where are you going?”

He ducked into the bathroom, then returned. His six-pack was on glorious display thanks to the contrast of the soft lighting in the room.

“Not that I have anything to hide,” I said, “but it’s kind of a red flag for you to be obsessing over my phone.”

“You’re supposed to have a phone date with Aiden tonight, right?”

“Right, but that can wait—”

Dante held it out to me. “Call them. On video.”

I blinked up at him. “Oh. Oh . So that’s what you meant when you said we should tell them during .”

“Only if you’re into that,” he said. “But I promise you Aiden and Bash will be.”

My fingers couldn’t move fast enough as I dialed their numbers and started a group Facetime call. Dante took the phone from me, briefly chatting with his roommates while positioning it on the bedside table.

Then he bent me over the bed and slammed his cock into me from behind.

It was such an intense feeling having sex on camera. I’d already done it once, but this time the audience was twice as large. It cranked up the hotness to a completely new level.

Dante wasn’t gentle with me; he unleashed all of his desire, jackhammering me from behind. I lost myself in the wonderful friction of his cock, then remembered that Aiden and Bash were watching. I glanced over at the camera, knowing that my face was twisted in ecstasy.

Then I forgot all about them again as Dante yanked on my hair, twisting me around to kiss him before shoving me back down onto the bed.

I was into this in a big way. Being shared by three men, two of whom were out of town and could only watch. If an actual threesome—or foursome!—was anything close to this amazing, then I couldn’t wait.

After making me come once again, Dante pulled out of me and then ate me out from behind. I let out a long moan as his tongue swirled around my clit, almost too intense after how hard I had just come.

“Tell them what I’m doing,” Dante commanded.

“He’s eating me out,” I said, glancing at the phone camera on the bedside table. “His tongue is so long .”

And then his tongue slid higher, just as it had before we were on camera.

“Mmm,” I groaned. “He’s doing something really fun, now.”

“Tell them,” Dante demanded. “Don’t be shy.”

“Tell us,” Aiden’s voice drifted from the phone speakers. “We’re dying to know.”

“Dante… is licking my ass.”

Saying it out loud gave it a kind of power. Having it happen was one thing, but describing it made it so much more real .

“Do you like it?” Bash asked in a tight voice. I imagined him stroking himself in the hotel room.

“I think I dooooo ,” I said, the last word transforming into a long moan.

Dante rumbled with laughter. “She likes it a lot.”

And then he was rising again, gripping my waist, and burying his cock into my pussy again. I cried out in surprise and pleasure as he resumed where he had left off, pistoning into me so hard that our skin slapped noisily together.

“There are so many things I want to do to you,” he purred behind me.

Between thrusts, I managed to get out: “You. Can do. Whatever. You want.”

His fingers squeezed my waist tighter. “You sure about that?”

I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I was curious to find out. Usually it took me a while to get comfortable with a new lover, but I found myself eager to please Dante. All of my inhibitions were gone.

“I can handle whatever you have in mind,” I promised.

Dante leaned forward and nibbled at my earlobe, then whispered, “I want to fuck you…”

“Yeah?”

“In. The. Ass.”