Page 121 of Neighbors With Benefits

“Fuck,” he cried out, his voice as loud as mine. “JAZZ!”

His eyes clenched shut, and finally I allowed mine to do the same. We screamed together as Dante’s cock spasmed inside me, shaking almost as much as the vibrator. All the muscles in my body contracted at the same time, like I was being electrocuted.

Distantly, I was aware of two other voices joining with ours. Bash and Aiden moaning on the phone, driven to their own climaxes by the meresightof us.

Eventually, I tossed the vibrator aside and pried my eyes open. Dante’s chest was covered with sweat, and he was gazing down at me with lust and wonder. It was like seeing my own emotions mirrored back at me.

“Wow,” was all I could get out.

“Wow,” he agreed, gently sliding out of me. I crossed my legs and rolled over, feeling like I should protect my modesty even though we had just donethaton camera.

“Show’s over,” Dante said to the camera. “But don’t worry. I’ll take good care of her until you’re back.”

He gave my ass a loud, stinging smack, and touched the phone to end the call. “You okay?” he asked, cupping my cheek.

“I think I’m going to be sore tomorrow,” I admitted. “But… yeah. I’m very okay. Is it always that intense?”

“I don’t know,” he replied. “I’ve never had a dick in my ass before.”

I giggled on the bed, overwhelmed with endorphins and the afterglow of our naughty act. “I guess we’ll have to do it again sometime.”

Dante smirked at me. “I guess so.”

47

Jazz

The next few days were like a dream.

Work was busy, which kept my mind from drifting too much. And when I got home, Dante was already hard at work on the greenhouse, building planters and moving fertilizer. I changed clothes and joined him, neither of us speaking while the Phillies game played on the radio.

And then we went inside and explored each other’s bodies.

There was something unique about Dante compared to Aiden and Bash. I felt more free with him, like I was a different Jazz without the same inhibitions. Maybe it’s because we hadn’t become good friends before jumping into bed together. My relationship with him was sex, and a mutual appreciation for plants, and that was it.

I didn’t need to worry about his emotions, or wonder if I was catching feels. I could just do whatever felt good in the moment.

I loved every sweaty minute of it.

Dante had another rugby game on Saturday night. He told me not to come, but I drove there anyways and sat in the stands.When he noticed me there, he narrowed his eyes and shook his head like he disapproved.

But after every big play, I noticed him glancing toward the stands. Like he wanted to make sure I was watching.

“You’re probably too tired tohang out,” I said while walking to our cars after the game.

“I probably am,” he agreed. “But that’s never stopped me before.”

His motorcycle was parked in the very back corner by itself, so I had parked my car there too in solidarity. When we reached them, he glanced back at the other players. None of them were close, and the overhead lights didn’t reach this far.

“What?” I asked.

“Just checking something,” he replied.

Then he opened one of the doors, practically shoved me into the backseat, and climbed on top of me. Somehow, he got the door closed while shimmying off my leggings and panties. Within seconds I was soaking wet, and he sank into me with wonderful ease. He tasted like sweat and smelled faintly of musk, all of which suited him. All of which turned me on.

Just like in my office, neither of us lasted very long.

We got into a nice routine. Working on the greenhouse together in comfortable silence, taking separate showers, and then meeting up again to fuck. Because this wasn’t just sex: it was hard, passionate, mindlessfucking. The kind that always satisfied me, yet always left me excited for more.

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