Neighbors With Benefits: Chapter 44

I usually loved my job.

But right now, I hated it.

My timing couldn’t have been worse. Starting a new relationship right before going out of town for several weeks? What was I thinking?

I wasn’t thinking. I was doing what felt right. And so far that had steered me in the right direction, despite my momentary frustration.

Fortunately, I wasn’t working late tonight. I was finally leaving our new acquisition at a reasonable hour, returning to my hotel room with a cheeseburger and fries from the lobby restaurant.

Jazz had promised we would have a phone date tonight. It was all I could think about. An hour ago she promised she would call me when she was free. I couldn’t wait.

There was also the message Dante had sent last night. I re-read the text thread while biting into a handful of fries.

Dante: Let’s pretend I was interested in our neighbor girl…

Bash: Uh oh. Our special boy has caught the Jazz Flu.

Aiden: YES. I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist forever. Have you guys hooked up? Or are you still just flirting?

Dante: This is why I don’t share things. You two make a big deal out of fucking everything. Forget I said anything.

Bash: Aww, come on. Tell us about your neighbor crush.

Aiden: Tell us! Tell us!

Dante: Fuck off. I’ll update you another time.

Bash: BOOOOOO

Aiden: Great. You scared him off. Now we’ll get six more weeks of not hearing from Dante.

Bash: He is extremely groundhog-like, isn’t he?

Aiden: Furry and moody? Very much so.

Dante: Fuck you guys.

Bash: Love you too, buddy!

Aiden: <3

Fucking with Dante was one of our favorite hobbies. It also helped lighten the mood a bit. He took things too seriously, so we tried to balance him out with jokes.

But I was extremely curious to know why he had texted us. I suspected he hadn’t done anything with her yet. More likely he was finally coming around to the idea of sharing her with me and Bash. That text was his way of letting us know he was considering it.

I wanted to ask Jazz about it, but there were two reasons not to. First of all, I didn’t want to jump the gun and scare her. If she was going to get involved with Dante too, it needed to happen naturally without any pressure from us.

And secondly, I didn’t want anything to distract us from our video date tonight. I really needed it. Jacking off to the photos she had sent wasn’t good enough.

I was about to start on my burger when my phone rang. Jazz was Facetiming both me and Bash at the same time.

Forgetting all about my burger, I leaped over to the hotel bed and sat up against the headboard. Hoping that I looked casual, I answered the call.

“Why hello there,” I said.

“Jazz! Hi!” Bash said as he joined the call.

But it wasn’t our neighbor girl who appeared on the screen. It was Dante’s bearded face, the cheeks red with exertion.

“Not who you were expecting?” he said with a satisfied smirk. “Don’t worry. You’ll see plenty of Jazz in a second. I promise.”

The camera jostled for a moment, and then became stable again. It was propped up on the side table in Jazz’s room, facing the bed.

Dante was in Jazz’s room, calling from her phone.

Positioning it towards the bed.

I realized what that meant just as the woman herself entered the picture. She was completely nude, beautifully devoid of clothes as she leaned toward the phone. She blew us a kiss and said, “Hello, boys. I’ve missed you.”

And then Dante appeared. Now that I could see more than just his face, I realized he was also nude. That explained why his face was flushed.

Dante and Jazz have already hooked up!

My initial reaction was relief. I had been worried about how this entire relationship would go. We had intended to find a girl for all three of us to share, so I had been worried that leaving Dante out of things would hurt our friendship.

But I forgot all about those worries as Dante planted a palm on Jazz’s back, forcing her onto her hands and knees on the bed.

“Oh,” Bash said through the microphone.

“Oh indeed,” I agreed.

We had a profile view as Dante grabbed Jazz by the waist with both hands. He filled her from behind, or so I assumed based on the way her entire body shuddered forward, Jazz’s curtain of hair swaying in front of her as she hung her head. Then Dante grabbed a fistful of it, pulling her until her back arched and twisting her face around to kiss him.

“Enjoy the show,” Dante said, pushing her forward forcefully. Like she was his possession.

I didn’t need to reply. He knew that this was one of our kinks, that we would enjoy it very much.

I unzipped my pants, my cheeseburger growing cold over by the desk, long forgotten.