Neighbors With Benefits: Chapter 10

After so many game nights and dinners shared in the kitchen, Aiden’s kiss was like drinking water after dying of thirst. I had been thinking about it for so long that when it finally happened, my body wasn’t sure how to react.

At first.

I molded my body against his, and he wrapped a strong arm around my back and held me close. He was such a good kisser, or maybe it was just how badly I had wanted to feel his lips against mine.

And as suddenly as it began, he abruptly pulled away from my mouth, though his arm still held me close. “If you don’t want to do—”

“I do,” I practically begged. “I don’t want to fight it anymore.”

His eyes glanced down at my mouth. “Neither do I.”

Our lips reconnected with magnetic attraction. As our mouths churned together, his fingers untied my pajama pants and let them fall to the floor. I kicked them away and reached for his pants, but before I could he dropped to his knees without warning.

“Oh,” I yelped as he buried his face into my panties. I was briefly glad I had worn one of my sexier pairs, but the thought was soon banished as he tugged them to the side and kissed my drenched lips.

“Mmm,” he moaned, vibrating into me wonderfully.

I widened my stance as he went down on me in the kitchen. There was flour everywhere, on his shirt and cheek and arms, and on my thighs where he was holding me tightly. His tongue rolled against my clit, pulses of ecstasy, and I grabbed a handful of his hair and held him against me to make sure he didn’t stop.

“That feels so good,” I said.

He moaned in agreement, never taking his mouth from my sex.

I let go of his hair, and then snorted with laughter.

Aiden paused to gaze up at me, a question on his face.

“My hands were covered in flour, and now it’s all in your hair.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Well, if you think we should stop…”

“No! Don’t you dare!”

He grinned evilly, then returned to his task, and I forgot all about the floury mess in my kitchen.

“I could devour you all night,” he mumbled into my pussy.

“I could let you,” I said. “But I want more.”

“More?” he asked in a teasing voice.

I bit my lip and nodded. The only word I could get out was, “More.”

He gave my clit a few more parting swirls with his tongue, then rose from the ground. He kissed me roughly, lips and tongue saturated with my taste, and then he lifted me into his arms and placed me on the counter like I was a sack of flour.

Then his fingers danced underneath the elastic of my panties and finally pulled them all the way off, throwing them over his shoulder. They landed on the bowl of apples next to the sink, red fabric on red fruit.

“I’m pretty sure this is a health code violation,” I said while he nuzzled my neck.

“Good thing there’s no health inspector at Chez Jazz,” he replied.

He finally dropped his sweatpants, revealing a dick that was long and as stiff as could be. I reached out and caressed the soft skin, feeling the heat radiating off of it, wrapping my fingers around him and stroking while he groaned.

An alarmed expression crossed his sexy face. “I didn’t bring a condom with me,” he said.

“I don’t care,” I breathed, pulling his hard length toward me. “I want you now.”

His eyes widened with lust, but he hesitated. “Are you sure…”

“I’m on birth control,” I said. “And I’m clean. I know I don’t have anything. As long as you…”

It was an awkward thing to ask a guy, especially in the throes of passion. Hey, do you have any weird sex diseases? But Aiden didn’t take offense, and he shook his head.

“I’ve never had sex without a condom,” he said. “And I had a full physical last year.”

I pulled him toward me. “There’s no better time than now. I don’t want anything between us.”

His cock throbbed in agreement in my hand.

He kissed me so passionately, so deeply, that it took my breath away. I continued stroking him, pulling him toward my wet, waiting lips. I rubbed the crown against my entrance, coating him in my juices. Then Aiden put a hand on my hip for support and pushed deep inside me, taking over.

I leaned back on my elbows on the kitchen counter and moaned as he finally filled me. I didn’t notice much of a difference without a condom, but Aiden let out a rumbling groan of pleasure that told me just how amazing it felt for him. His fingers dug into my hip as he held himself inside me.

“How does it feel?” I asked.

He leaned over me, dark hair falling across his face. “Better than I imagined. Christ, Jazz…”

The visible nature of his pleasure enhanced my own, and I moaned as he began thrusting with nothing separating us.

“I wish. I could show you. How good you feel,” he breathed.

I leaned toward his lips. “I can tell.”

Aiden pumped into me for a few seconds, then suddenly looked to his left. He grabbed one of the electric beaters that we had used to mix cookie dough. He removed the metal beater from the end, then flipped the switch. The whole thing hummed, but nothing on the outside moved without the attachment.

“What are you—”

I cut off as he pressed the machine against my mound. The vibrations from the electric machine cascaded into my clit, stimulating me in a way I had never experienced before.

“Ohh!” I cried out.

He removed the makeshift vibrator. “Was that too much?”

I grabbed his hand and pulled it back against my clit. Immediately I was overwhelmed with powerful waves of ecstasy, like the volume on the radio station was finally cranked way up.

Aiden responded to my moans by fucking me urgently, slamming his dick into me hard enough to shake the entire countertop against the wall with dull, muted thumps. I came within seconds, an overpowering orgasm that hit me like a freight train and then carried me along the tracks for miles, and miles, and miles of bliss.

“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 in color. I wanted to make you feel the same way. It was good?”

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