Page 38 of Neighbors With Benefits

While he considered his next move, I ran my own foot up his leg and into his crotch. It wasn’t difficult to find his dick—it was like a hard rod of molten steel. He sighed loudly.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Don’t have any good words?”

“I have a move Iwantto play,” he replied, “but the timing isn’t great.”

“Timing is everything,” I agreed, glancing over at Bash. He was still focused on the TV, with his back to us.

“This is the best I have.” Tiles clicked as Aiden placed them on the board. “Rigid.”

“Not bad, with the triple letter on the D,” I said, squeezing his cock with my toes when I saidD. “And that sets me up perfectly…”

I arranged my own tiles.

“Moist,” I said with just ahintof seductiveness.

“How appropriate,” Aiden muttered under his breath.

“I figured I’d go with the theme.” Unable to contain myself anymore, I reached between my legs and grabbed onto Aiden’s foot and held it against my pussy. It wasn’t like I had a foot fetish or anything, but the way his toe was pressing into me feltamazing.

Aiden responded by grabbing my foot and sliding it up and down his cock, jacking himself off with it. The desire was obvious as our gazes met, which turned me on even more.

“Damnit!” Bash suddenly exclaimed, rising from the couch. “Alonso made another error. Two in the inning, and now we’re losing. I can’t watch anymore. Who’s winning over here?”

Both of us quickly returned our feet to the ground. “I just took the lead,” I said.

“But not for long,” Aiden promised. “I’m about to finish her off.”

I raised an eyebrow at him.

“You two are intense.” Bash shook his head. “I never knew Scrabble could be so cutthroat.”

He began cleaning the kitchen, so we kept the remainder of our game innocent.

It wasn’t easy.

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Aiden

We only played the one game of Scrabble. I won, and then Jazz made an excuse about needing to get up early and quickly left our place. I couldn’t blame her; it was impossible to focus on the game while we sat just two feet apart, already turned on from our game of footsie underneath the table.

By the time I had brushed my teeth and crawled into bed, I had a text message waiting for me on my work phone. I almost ignored it before remembering that’s the phone number Jazz had.

Jazz: I’ve never needed to be fucked so badly in my life.

Me: I’m dying right now. That was the hardest Scrabble game of my life, and not because of the competition.

Jazz: Oh, it was hard all right.

Jazz: I spent the entire game fantasizing about all the ways I want you to ravage me.

Me: Please share with the class.

Jazz: You’re going to have to use your imagination, big guy.

Me: That’s not fair.

Jazz: Neither is toe-blasting me under the table during our game, but that didn’t stop you.

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