Page 73 of Neighbors With Benefits

Soon all I could think about was the way her lips felt caressing my tip. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and held her tightly while we sixty-nined, both of us appreciating the other with our mouths. There was so much I wanted to do with her in bed—so much I wanted to doto herin bed—but I also could have done this for hours.

I moaned into her pussy while rolling my tongue up and down, mirroring the way her tongue was working on my shaft. Even though this was round two, I could tell that I wouldn’t last much longer.

Fortunately, I won the race, so to speak. Jazz sat upright and rocked her hips on top of me, rubbing her clit as she cried out in another intense orgasm. I kept my grip on her thighs strong, holding her against my face and moaning too, savoring her pleasure over my own.

She was still coming as she suddenly scrambled down my chest until she was straddling my waist. Jazz grabbed my cock and aimed it upright, then impaled herself onto me with enough force to take my breath away. She bounced up and down roughly, damp skin slapping together, the entire bed rocking noisily. She was so beautiful from that angle, my cock disappearing into the perfect globes of her ass while she gazed over her shoulder at me, checking on me before leaning forward and focusing on her task.

I gave her ass a loud smack, which seemed to urge her on.

I never had a chance, not with the way she was fucking me. I tried to warn her that I was going to come, but the only thing that came out was a long, wordless moan. She got the idea though, clenching her inner muscles like a vice as I erupted. Jazz added her voice to mine, a duet of intense ecstasy as I exploded inside her, and she squeezed my cock like she was trying to drain every wonderful drop from my body.

After cleaning up and getting back in bed, Jazz fell asleep within seconds. We spooned for a little while, the warmth of our nude bodies joining together. I was still wide awake, so I gently moved away from her and sat up in bed.

I re-read a text conversation from earlier in the evening.

Me: Dude. Jazz and I won the Pickleball tournament.

Aiden: Seriously? That’s awesome!

Me: And I almost kissed her when we got home, but I chickened out and went inside.

Aiden: Dude.

Me: I know. It was like one minute ago and I’m still frustrated with myself.

Aiden: Did she want you to kiss her?

Me: She was giving me all the signals, yeah.

Aiden: Then what are you waiting for? Go kiss her.

Me: The moment has passed.

Aiden: The fuck it has. Barge into her place and show her what you want. She’ll love that.

I chuckled to myself. Aiden had been right. And if not for his push, I wouldn’t have done it. I couldn’t wait to tell him what had happened. He was going to be thrilled.

But he was coming home today, so I would wait to tell him in person. I wanted to see the look on his face. It was rare to give a buddy news this good.

I put the phone away and looked down at the beautiful woman sleeping next to me.

What was going to happen now?

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Jazz

It all felt like a dream.

A wonderful,sexydream.

Playing Pickleball with Bash. Sharing a beer between rounds. Facing the asshole Schultinators in the final round while the crowd cheered us on. Celebratory drinks and appetizers while we admired our trophy.

Then the second half of the evening: almost kissing Bash outside. Him dramatically barging into my house and kissing me against the wall. Having sex on the table, hard and fast anddesperate. Showering together at his place before round two in the bed.

I replayed it all in my mind while slowly waking up. Finally, I opened my eyes. Yeah, definitely not a dream. I was still in Bash’s bed, the beautiful man sleeping on his belly next to me, his face hidden beneath his mop of messy blond hair.

Last night wasamazing. The culmination of weeks of flirting. And like a roller coaster that spent a long time climbing to the top, the thrill was eventually worth it. Lying in bed with him, I felt satisfied on pretty much every level.

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