Page 30 of Neighbors With Benefits

“Oh, Jazz.” Aiden moaned my name like a prayer.

“Come inside me,” I begged, still on the tail end of my own climax. “Come in me, please!”

He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me into a kiss. I clamped myself around him and he exploded inside me at that moment, a shuddering spasm as he filled me with his hot, sticky seed. He gasped and clung to me until neither of us could move.

“I’ve… never…” he breathed as we cleaned up, “come inside. Someone before.”

“Never?”

“Only with you.”

“You’re my first too,” I said. “But the vibrating beater? That was a game-changer. What made you think of it?”

“I don’t know,” he said, fingers digging into my thigh lovingly. “You felt so good without anything separating us. Like everything was black and white before, and suddenly I could see incolor. I wanted to make you feel the same way. It was good?”

“You heard the noises I made,” I replied. “What do you think?”

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Aiden

I’d been thinking about this for a while.

I had tried not to obsess over Jazz. I enjoyed our time together. We cooked, ate dinner, played games, and at the end of the night I went home.

But deep down, I wanted so much more than that. Even if I wouldn’t admit it to myself.

Now there was no denying it. As soon as our hands connected while rolling out the cookie dough, I knew I had to have her. My body came alive, a fire of desire that threatened to consume me from the inside-out.

Thank fuckingGodshe wanted me, too.

I really could have gone down on her all night if she would’ve let me. There was nothing sexier than bringing a woman to a satisfying climax, making her come with only my tongue and fingers. It extended my own pleasure, the way preparing a meal made you hungrier for it when you eventually sat down to eat.

But actually being intimate with Jazz? Sinking my cock into her, feeling her walls tighten around me like a vice while shegazed up at me with wonder and ecstasy? And without the latex of a condom separating us?

It was the best feeling in the world.

After cleaning up in her bathroom, I returned to the kitchen. Our clothes were on the floor, but the blinds were all drawn, and I was perfectly happy remaining nude. I also, selfishly, hoped it would keep Jazz undressed for even longer.

“What are you doing?” she asked when she came out of the bedroom.

I bit my lip while admiring her nude form and the way she seemed to prowl across the room like a stalking panther. “We didn’t get to bake these cookies.”

“Oh no,” she playfully said, grabbing a ball of dough. “The night is ruined.”

“Nothing could ruin this night,” I replied, slipping an arm around her waist and kissing her hair. “A meteor could destroy the Eastern Seaboard and tonight would still be a net positive.”

She giggled and bit into the dough. “Baking is overrated. It’s more fun to skip straight to theeating.”

“I enjoy the eating part very much,” I replied.

Jazz grinned up at me. “Apparently so. Want some?” She extended the cookie dough to me.

“Aren’t you worried about salmonella?”

She shrugged. “The eggs we used are brand new.”

“Fun fact,” I said, “it’s not the raw egg you need to worry about in cookie dough. Most people get sick from the raw flour.”

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