Neighbors With Benefits: Chapter 32

Sitting at the desk in my hotel, I was in the shittiest of moods.

Work was a mess. I had been rushed onto a plane Wednesday night and sent to Davenport, Iowa, an area on the Mississippi known as the Quad Cities. It happened so fast that I’d forgotten to pack headphones and a toothbrush, and had to buy new ones at a pharmacy down the street from my hotel.

And then there was Jazz.

I had no idea where we all stood. She seemed open to the idea of being shared, but we hadn’t discussed it in depth. I still had metaphorical blue balls from our failed threesome attempt. I had really been looking forward to that. Don’t get me wrong: we’d made the right decision. I didn’t want our first time to be a drunken, sloppy mess. It would have been a mistake to try to make it happen, even ignoring all the vomiting.

But I wanted the threesome, badly. And now I was missing our second chance since I was out of town.

The fact that Jazz needed to get shitfaced to work up the courage to do it? That was a bad sign. It made it obvious that she wasn’t ready for something like this, no matter what she said.

And honestly, I couldn’t blame her. This was all so far outside of the norm. It had taken me months to wrap my head around it all, and even longer to become comfortable with the idea of sharing a woman.

Then there was Aiden. I wasn’t a jealous man, not in the traditional sense, but I was jealous that he got to be with her tonight while I was stuck in a Midwest hotel room. They were probably having sex right now. Sometimes life wasn’t fair.

I allowed myself to have a pity party for a few minutes, then consciously returned all of my focus to work. This Davenport situation was a mess. We thought we had this grocery chain acquisition in the bag, so to suddenly lose out to a bigger company sucked. It reflected poorly on me and Aiden.

I had been putting out fires since I arrived yesterday, scheduling meetings and making phone calls. We had to make a counter-move, and there were a few promising stores that were ideal acquisition candidates. None of them were as good as the chain we were originally going to acquire, but we had to do something to get a foothold in the region.

But it was eight o’clock at night, and I had several more hours of work ahead of me. The coffee I had gulped down at five was beginning to wear off, but I didn’t want to go down to the lobby for another cup because then I would never fall asleep.

I glanced at my cell phone, sitting on the desk to the left of my laptop. I wanted to text Jazz to see how game night was going. I didn’t want the two of them to forget about me. It made me feel like I was just a stand-in for Aiden, keeping Jazz occupied until he was back in town.

That’s not how it was. Logically, I knew that. But it felt like it.

I glanced at my phone for the tenth time in the past hour… and suddenly it lit up. A text from Jazz.

“Holy shit. Did I do that with my mind?” I wondered out loud before checking the message. It was a group text.

Jazz: How’s Iowa?

Me: It sucks. I mean the state, in general, is fine. But I don’t want to be here right now.

Jazz: I bet. I’m sorry 🙁

Jazz: If it makes you feel any better, I’ve been thinking a lot today. About everything.

Me: Yeah? Aren’t you in the middle of game night right now?

Aiden: She won’t tell me her conclusion yet. She wanted to tell both of us at the same time.

Me: So you’re both hanging out together right now, texting me? I’m flattered.

Jazz: Yep! We’re taking a break from Scrabble. And before you ask, I won two out of three games against Aiden.

Aiden: He wasn’t going to ask. You didn’t have to tell him that.

Jazz: Of course I did! It’s the most important information I can give tonight.

Me: Hopefully not the most important. You said you’ve been thinking today?

Jazz: I like both of you. A lot. You’re great friends, and the sex is VERY good. If you are serious about your weird offer to share me, then I’m in.

I let out a sigh of relief. I’d been holding a lot of tension in my shoulders since Tuesday night, and only now was it relaxing.

She wants to give it a try.

It was the best news I could have received, and instantly improved my mood.

Me: Hell yeah.

Aiden: I’m really glad to hear that.

Jazz: I’m not making any sort of commitment, to be clear. I might change my mind next week. You can’t be mad at me if I do. All right?

Me: Yeah, okay.

Aiden: Fair.

Jazz: And here’s a big one that I’ve thought the most about: I don’t want to consider it a serious relationship. I’m still thinking of this as strong friendships with both of you… plus sex. I still don’t want any of us catching feels. We can hang out, play games, and have sex sometimes. But nothing too romantic.

Aiden: This feels like bizarro world. Usually it’s the guys who only want sex and zero romance.

Me: You want to use our bodies and then leave? Wow.

Jazz: No! Not like that!

Me: Just teasing you. All of that sounds good to me.

Aiden: Same.

Jazz: Are you sure? You’re not just agreeing to whatever I say because you desperately want a threesome?

Me: I’m sure. It’s basically everything Aiden accidentally texted you: this can be as involved, or as casual, as you want. You’re the one in control.

Aiden: I started to type all that out but Bash beat me to it. Exactly what he said.

Jazz: Then I think we have an understanding 🙂 There’s one thing I have to know, though. You guys don’t get jealous?

Me: Nope.

Aiden: Not really.

Jazz: Are you sure? Bash, you’re fine knowing that I might have sex with Aiden tonight?

Me: I’m jealous that you’re both at home right now and I’m stuck in a hotel room. But I’m not jealous of Aiden as, like, competition.

Aiden: If anything, he’s probably jealous that he’s not here. We all like to watch.

Jazz: Wait a minute. You’d rather watch us have sex rather than join in?

Me: Of course not. But we like to watch, and THEN join in 🙂

Aiden: It’s like having an appetizer before the main course.

Bash: Or smelling dinner cooking in the kitchen, getting you excited for when you get to chow down on the meal.

Bash: In this metaphor, Jazz is the meal.

Jazz: I got that 🙂 And I love that you enjoy watching. It’s… interesting.

Bash: What’s interesting about it?

There was no response from Jazz for a while. I tried to make myself focus on work again, but it was hard after ending a conversation like that. But I was thrilled with her response. This was the best possible scenario we could have hoped for. When I woke up this morning, I was prepared for the possibility that she might break things off with us entirely!

Just when I was about to give up on hearing from them tonight, my phone rang. It was a Facetime call from Aiden.

“What’s up man?” I asked.

Aiden’s face filled the screen. “We both thought you might want to watch this.”

“Watch what?”

There was some fumbling as he put the phone down, and then I realized what was happening. The phone was propped up on Jazz’s dresser, facing her bed.

Where she was currently on her hands and knees, giving me a profile view of her sexy body.

“Why hello there,” I said.

“Hello yourself,” she replied in a husky voice. “Wish you were here, but we thought this would be the next best thing.”

“You thought right,” I said.

Jazz blew me a kiss, and then Aiden was kneeling behind her. His face disappeared into her thighs as he ate her out.

I unzipped my pants and started stroking my already-hard cock.

Jazz arched her back and moaned loudly, but Aiden didn’t spend too much time on that. He stood up, gave her ass a loud smack, and guided his cock into her.

Now Jazz really moaned, enough that I had to turn the volume down on my phone as I watched. There was no foreplay for me, no light stroking while I got warmed up. I gripped my dick in a tight fist, jacking off faster and faster while Aiden fucked Jazz doggy style on the bed.

Yeah, I thought while watching them hungrily. This is going to work out just fine.