Neighbors With Benefits: Chapter 13

On Tuesday, we had game night at my place again. Bash brought the game Sorry!, and we played a few rounds of that while chatting about work. Apparently they had a big acquisition coming up that was going to require a lot of travel.

Bash only stayed for an hour, but it seemed to last forever. Aiden was sitting right there on the other side of the table, looking like a snack I wanted to bite into. Whenever his roommate wasn’t looking, Aiden gave me the most blatant fuck-me eyes I had ever seen.

Eventually Bash stood up and said, “I’ll leave you two to your try-hard smart person game. Try not to rip each other’s throats out.”

As soon as he was gone, I turned to Aiden and said, “Should I play hard-to-get by pulling out the Scrabble board, or should we skip the pretenses and get right down to business?”

“Um,” Aiden said while scratching his dark hair, “I’ve actually been looking forward to playing Scrabble.”

I felt myself stiffen. “Oh.”

Then a big grin split his face. “Just kidding. I didn’t think you would take me seriously.”

“You were so convincing!” I protested.

“Sorry,” he said, sweeping a hand across the table and knocking the children’s board game and all the pieces onto the floor. “I promise to make it up to you.”

He made good on his promise, ripping my clothes off and then lifting me onto the table. After only a few teasing swirls of his tongue on my clit, he spread my legs wide and drove himself into me without any other warning.

“There you are,” he moaned into my neck. “This is all I’ve been able to think about since Sunday.”

I arched my back and let my head go slack. Soon we were filling the room with the sounds of our passionate lovemaking, the table scraping on the floor with every frenzied thrust until it was bumping against the wall.

We put on our underwear, moved the table back to its proper position, and played Scrabble afterward. Aiden won the first game by only five points, but I took game two by double digits.

“Is your sister older or younger than you?” I asked while rearranging my tiles.

“Older by two years.”

“Is she gay or bi?” I asked.

Aiden’s gaze left the board and locked onto mine. “She’s straight.”

“Aww, too bad.”

“I didn’t think I’d need to compete with my sister,” he said carefully.

“Hah! Sorry, I should have been more clear. My best friend, Cat, is bisexual. She was hoping your sister was into women.”

Aiden cocked his head. “How did my sister come up in conversation?”

My hand paused on a tile. “I told her about… hooking up with you. When I told her you were a generous lover, she asked about your sister. You should know that Cat and I are really close; we tell each other everything. You’re not mad, are you?”

“Mad?” Aiden barked a laugh. “I don’t mind you spreading tales of my sexual glory around Philadelphia. It’s not like we agreed to keep our affair a secret from everyone. Just Bash.”

“Well, if your sister ever has a sexual reawakening, please let me know. Cat will be very excited.”

“I liked her,” Aiden said. “She seemed fun.”

“Sometimes she’s too fun. But yeah, I’m lucky to have her as a friend.” I glanced up at him. “Sorry you can’t tell your best friend about us.”

He shrugged. “Me too. But it’s fun having a secret.”

Game night on Thursday was at their place, which ended up being torture. Because when Bash stopped playing Monopoly with us, he moved to the couch to watch TV. Ten feet away from us.

We kept our cool for the first few minutes. Scrabble was a focus-intensive game, and we were both competitive enough that we lost ourselves in the rounds.

But after the fourth round, it became difficult to stop imagining what we could be doing if we were at my place instead. When it was Aiden’s turn, I pulled out my phone and texted him.

Me: If Bash weren’t here, I’d have your cock in my mouth already.

I took intense pleasure in the way his eyes widened when he read the text. He tried to hide his silly grin, but failed.

Aiden: Oh my God. You’re evil.

Me: Why am I evil? I’m just giving you information.

Aiden: Evil information. My cock is harder than this table right now.

Me: I’m drenched just thinking about you sliding into me again and again, filling me…

Aiden: STOP IT.

Me: I’ll take any advantage I can get at Scrabble.

Aiden played a word. When he was done collecting replacement tiles, I sweetly asked, “Can you grab me another beer?”

He hesitated. Because he had a massive erection. My smile deepened, and he glared at me.

“Grab me one too?” Bash asked from the couch.

Aiden let out the tiniest little groan, loud enough for only me to hear. “Sure,” he said in a tight voice, then slowly rose from the chair. It was impossible to hide the bulge in his sweatpants, and I had to cover my mouth to stifle a giggle.

I watched him open the fridge and stand there for a few seconds, no doubt hoping the cold air would diminish the evidence of his arousal. When he returned, the outline of his semi-hard dick was still obvious, but it was less pronounced than before.

“Thanks,” Bash said without looking up.

Aiden put my beer down in front of me hard, making a loud knock on the wood table. I flashed him a sweet smile.

But instead of sitting across from me again, he took the seat at the head of the table. He was now sitting cater-corner, a little closer than before.

Close enough to slide his foot up my leg.

I glared at him, but he only raised an eyebrow. I could ignore this. No problem.

But his foot moved higher, the fabric of his sock sliding nicely against my bare skin. Maybe it had been a mistake to wear shorts tonight. I continued ignoring him and played a word on the board.

“Calmly. The C is on a double-word tile, so the total points—” The last words came out at a higher pitch as Aiden’s foot pressed into the spot between my legs, underneath me and then up into my swollen lips.

“How many points?” Aiden asked.

Gritting my teeth, I counted it up. “Twenty-two.”

“Nice,” he said, spinning the board around to face him. He rearranged some of the tiles on his rack, all the while sliding his foot back and forth across my pussy. Now I was really wet.

Two can play at this game.

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 I want to 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 said D. “And that sets me up perfectly…”

I arranged my own tiles.

“Moist,” I said with just a hint of 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 felt amazing.

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.