Neighbors With Benefits: Chapter 40

I had only fallen a few feet, but that momentum was enough to knock Dante onto his ass. But just like when I’d fallen with the pane of glass two days ago, he kept me firmly in his grasp.

He caught me, I thought, feeling dazed.

“I got you.” Dante sighed and laid back until his head was resting on the ground. “I got you.”

“I told you the ladder wasn’t safe!” I said with a wince.

“It wasn’t dangerous,” he insisted. “I caught you, didn’t I?”

“And probably broke your ass in the process,” I said.

“My ass is fine,” he grumbled. “But it’ll be better when you get off me.”

I was laying across his chest, a fact which would have been obvious if I wasn’t still reeling from the fall. I quickly jumped up to my feet, then reached out an arm to help Dante up. To my surprise, he accepted it.

“We’re lucky we didn’t break our necks,” I complained. “That will be the last time I trust you.”

“Will it, Jasmin?” he challenged.

God, there was something about the way he pronounced my name that drove me wild. In a good way and a bad way. Except that it wasn’t my name, and he was kind of a dick for continuing to call me that.

“My name,” I growled while stepping closer to him, “is Jazz.”

He smiled, his space still intermingling with my own. “But Jasmin suits you.”

“That’s the second time you’ve said that. What do you mean?” I asked testily.

“Jasmin,” he said, enunciating every letter in the word, “is a rare spice. It’s exotic. Too much of it can be overpowering, but when you get just the right amount?” He moved a little closer. Our lips were just inches apart. “When you get it just right, it’s the most incredible spice. The kind that stays on your tongue long after the meal is over.”

He moved another millimeter closer. “The kind of taste you remember for the rest of your life.”

We were all but kissing, lips so close I could practically feel them connecting. His fingers brushed against mine, and as he leaned forward, his chest touched mine. I didn’t dare move. I didn’t want to. I was savoring how this felt, desperately hoping he was thinking the same thing.

Was this real? Or was I imagining it?

And then Dante removed all doubt and kissed me.

It was soft, barely brushing his lips against mine at first. But his hunger soon overwhelmed him, and he kissed me with gusto. I wanted him, every bit of him, and he seemed to sense this as his tongue forced its way into my mouth, conquering and claiming me.

And then he threw me up against the greenhouse wall and deepened the kiss, glass rattling in the framework and dust cascading down. His body pressed against mine, strong and sturdy, covering me like a blanket of warm man.

It’s finally happening, I thought faintly. The third neighbor.

He lifted me into his arms, twisting me sideways and pushing me onto the workshop table. One of the pots slid off and smashed noisily to the ground, sending soil and ceramic everywhere.

“Oh no!” I said. “Which plant was that?”

“The one I don’t give a fuck about right now.” He kissed me again, and I forgot all about the broken planter. He pushed forward between my legs, the bulge in his jeans grinding against me. My hands explored his broad back, lacing up into his mop of dark hair, tightening as he moved his hips into me with lust-filled thrusts.

“More,” I begged as his tongue swirled against mine. He grabbed my thighs, fingers digging into the flesh through my leggings. Then one hand curled inward, between my legs, rubbing my pussy through the thin fabric. It wasn’t what I expected, but as his fingertips pressed indirectly against my clit, I realized it was exactly what I needed. I craned my head back and moaned loudly, the sounds echoing through the greenhouse.

With my neck exposed, Dante dove into me. He hadn’t shaved in a few days, and his five-o’clock shadow scratched sensually against my skin while he nuzzled me. That, paired with the fingers pressing against my clit and swirling in a circle, sent pulses of pleasure throughout my body, spreading in all directions like vines.

Eager to make him feel the way I did, I reached for his crotch. I could feel the thick cock beneath the layers of clothes—it leaped at my touch, pulsing with heat—and I grabbed as much as I could through the denim and stroked him in time with the erotic pulsing of his own fingers.

He rumbled a groan into my neck as I stroked him through the fabric, a sound that was music to my ears. He was kissing the spot where my neck and shoulders met, sensitive to his nibbling lips, but it drove me wild. I surged upward with need, pushing my hips into his fingers.

And then Dante yanked off my leggings, tearing them away and throwing them aside. When his hand returned to its job, he pushed lower, deeper. His fingers plunged into my soaked pussy, while his thumb remained on my clit. The combination sent another jolt of ecstasy up my spine, feeling skin on skin without anything separating us.

But it was more than just a jolt. The combination of finally hooking up with Dante, the spontaneous rendezvous in the greenhouse, and the perfect way he was rubbing me, soon had a sunrise of an orgasm appearing on my horizon. “Don’t stop,” I begged, tightening my grip on his hard length through his clothes. “Just like that. Yes. Yes.”

Dante’s free hand rose up, squeezing at my breast for a moment before gripping my shoulder to steady me while his other hand worked.

In that moment, I was his.

He could do whatever he wanted to me.

And he was choosing to do this.

Within seconds, I was gasping and quivering. My inner muscles clamped down on Dante’s fingers, and then I threw back my head and let out a long cry of bliss. I knew I shouldn’t be making so much noise; some of the other neighbors might hear us. But I couldn’t keep the moans from pouring out of my throat, especially as the orgasm grew stronger.

Sensing my dilemma, Dante pressed his lips against mine and drank my pleasured cries. Unburdened, I surrendered to the ecstasy of his fingers, arching my back and letting it all out. All the while, Dante continued rubbing me, his other hand holding my shoulder as I shook and shuddered with release.

He was rumbling with satisfied laughter when I finally came down from my climax. “What’s so funny?” I purred at him.

“Didn’t expect you to come that fast,” he said. “Nice surprise.”

“You’re the one who caused it,” I replied. “I’m just as surprised as you are!”

Dante’s fingers gently slid out of me, resting against my swollen lips for a moment before retreating. “You can let go of me, now.”

I gave his stiff cock a testing squeeze. “You want me to stop?”

He gave me an evil grin, brushed his lips against mine once more, then pulled back for good. “It’s kind of dirty in here.”

“If only we had a bedroom within fifty feet of this spot. Or two of them.” I pretended to gasp with surprise. “Wait a minute! We do!”

He chuckled, then said, “One sec.” I watched as he repositioned the ladder, climbed up it, and then tightened the brackets with a ratchet. By the time he had climbed down the ladder, I was waiting with my leggings in hand—strategically covering my crotch. Nudity still felt strangely immodest, even after he had just gotten me off so thoroughly.

Dante curled an arm around my waist and pulled me into a kiss. “That’s enough work,” he said.

“I agree.”

But then he did something I didn’t expect: he pulled away. “I’ve got something I need to take care of. We’ll finish this up tomorrow.”

And he walked out of the greenhouse, down the driveway, and into his own home.

Leaving me standing there, pantsless.