Neighbors With Benefits: Chapter 49

Dante pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his bulging muscles. “Well? What are we waiting for?”

Bash glanced at me. “I didn’t know if Jazz is, uh…”

“I’m ready,” I blurted out. “For whatever you two want to do.”

Something special glistened in Bash’s crystal blue eyes.

He grinned and moved toward me quickly, tilting down to kiss me hard and rough on the lips. The forcefulness of him made me tingle and moan. Bash usually started off slower, but tonight was different. I wondered if Dante’s presence was making him more possessive.

I certainly didn’t mind.

Dante pushed him aside, half-playful and half-demanding. He tenderly slid his fingers along my neck and around the back, weaving into my hair. He tightened his fingers and pulled me toward him, our lips meeting with soft, sensual inevitability. I parted my lips for him, inviting his tongue into my mouth. He obliged slowly, and I received the wet warmth like it was everything I’ve ever wanted in the world.

All the while I could feel Bash next to us, chest heaving with each breath and watching with desire. Driven by his observing gaze, I kissed Dante harder. When Bash couldn’t wait any longer he bent down to kiss my shoulder, then the back of my neck while his hands slid along my belly and up underneath my shirt. I moaned into Dante’s mouth as Bash’s hand slipped inside and cupped my breast.

Still not breaking my kiss, Dante pulled me to my feet, then reached down and untied the laces of my pajama pants. When they were sufficiently loose, Bash grabbed them from behind and yanked them down. I could feel his hot breath on my ass as he lingered down there, thick hands running up my thighs, drawing closer to the place I wanted him to touch. My tongue danced with Dante’s while Bash gently gripped my panties, sliding them down to join my pajamas on the ground. I stepped out of them and widened my stance.

Please, I thought. Please touch me, eat me, taste me…

I felt him kiss my calf, then a little bit higher. The prickles of Bash’s cheeks scratched up the back of my knee as he kissed and licked his way up. As he neared my ass he turned away, tracing a line with his tongue up the outside of my thigh. I shivered as he found my hip bone, planting an extra-long kiss there.

“Ohh…” I let out as Dante pulled away. He grinned at me, then lowered his lips to my neck and nuzzled me roughly.

I felt Bash’s bulge press into my thigh as he rose. I turned my head toward him, and he took my lips with his like they were a pleasure he’d been denied, his own tongue now swirling wetly with mine the way I had kissed Dante. His hand caressed down my back and over my cheek, sliding in between and underneath, then up to my wet pussy. I quivered as his thick fingers pressed along my slit, rubbing the entire area in a circle, spreading my slick moisture all around. One finger curled up, parting my lips and rubbing in a “come here” motion.

Dante pulled my shirt up halfway so he could find one of my nipples, gently nibbling it between his lips in a way that sent lightning bolts of pleasure through my body. I let my hand slide down his bare chest to the front of his jeans, lingering there a moment before rubbing his cock through the denim. He made a deep noise in his throat that vibrated into my nipple; I grabbed hold of his dark hair and held him to it, begging him to suck harder.

Bash’s finger slid deeper inside, pressing hard against my inner walls. Claiming me.

Finally Dante couldn’t handle my rubbing. He pulled away and yanked off his jeans, letting them fall to the ground, his thick cock bulging into view. He pulled me down to the couch and pushed me onto my back with a forceful hand on my chest. Bash lowered himself with us to take my shirt the rest of the way off, leaving me completely nude.

Dante grabbed both of my legs and spread me wide, flexing the thick muscles in his arms.

I leaned back and said, “Take yours off,” to Bash, a demand rather than a request. He obliged, his own massive cock glistening in the soft light of my living room. “Shirt too.”

When he was completely nude, I dragged him down to me, then grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled him into a kiss while Dante rubbed his hard length along my pussy, teasing me.

I kicked my legs free from Dante’s grasp, and tightened them around his back. With a squeeze I pulled him closer, forcing his cock deep inside me.

“Ohh, fuck!” I cried, breaking off my kiss with Bash. Dante was buried all the way into me, as deep as he could go, a glimmer of pain mixing wonderfully with the pleasure of being filled. He gripped my waist and groaned, but I kept my legs tight around him because I wanted to savor him inside of me before he started moving.

But it wasn’t the only thing I wanted to savor.

Bash tried to lean back in to kiss me, but I pushed his head away and reached for his cock. I could barely get my fingers around its girth; the heat coming off it was as warm as the grow lights we were installing in the greenhouse. I pulled Bash by his cock until he straddled my face, slender thighs on either side of my torso. I ran my hands along his legs and pulled him in until I could plant a kiss on his tip, then the side, then the other side, gentle touches that made Bash’s lithe body tremble.

I released my legs around Dante’s back, giving him permission to really fuck me.

He didn’t delay: it was like releasing an animal from a cage. And damn it felt good as he pulled back and then thrust forward, widening me again with his girth. It felt so wonderful that I wanted Bash to feel the same, so I parted my lips to accept his cock into my mouth, just the head, my lips tightening around it and my tongue swirling in an erotic circle.

“Ohhh,” he let out a long, slow groan. A giant awakening from slumber. “Jazz…”

I moaned into his meat as I pushed my head deeper down his shaft, as deep as I could go—only about halfway since he was so wide. That was plenty for him based on the noises he made and the way his hand pressed down on the back of my head, wordlessly begging that I not stop. That I take as much of his cock in my mouth as I could.

I’d been fantasizing about a threesome for a little while now, imagining how it would go. But the real thing? It was so much better than I could have predicted. I loved having two men inside me at the same time. I loved that I could pleasure them both simultaneously, feeling their skin against mine and their moans joining like a sexy little duet that was only for my ears.

Dante was hungry with need, his thrusts quickening rapidly. I began timing my own motions on Bash’s cock with it, sliding my lips down the shaft as Dante slammed into my pussy and pulling back when he did. All of us moaned in mutual ecstasy, three voices echoing in the perfect acoustics of the theater.

Dante rubbed my clit with his thumb, and his other hand pawed at my breast, finding one of my nipples and twisting with just the right amount of pressure.

“Jazz,” Bash groaned. “Your lips, your mouth…”

I pulled away. “They’re yours,” I said seductively. “Do whatever you want with me.”

His fingers slid down along the side of my head, pressing against my cheekbones and temple. Caressing me. Then the muscles tightened as he gripped my head and pulled me down on his cock. I took his shaft again in my mouth, the tentative amount he gave. I moaned with pleasure around his meat while Dante pumped me steadily. Then Bash thrust forward with his hips, pushing half of his shaft inside my mouth, filling my throat.

I gasped as he pulled away. The look in his blue eyes, and the way his muscular body was hunched over my head, was so beautiful I almost came from the sight of it alone.

“I don’t want to go too hard…” he warned.

“Do it,” I begged. “Give it to me rough.”

“She can take it,” Dante promised, voice tight with pleasure. “Trust me.”

Dante was fucking me harder then, the base of his pelvis slamming into my pussy lips with each wonderful thrust. Bash was too hesitant, so I grabbed him by his chiseled ass cheeks and pulled him forward until his cock returned to my mouth. Finally he gave in to what he wanted, the desire I saw in his eyes and felt in his thrusts, and it was exactly what I wanted too: he fucked my mouth like it was his own little pussy, a little bit faster and harder each time.

Oh it was incredible! I grunted with each thrust, whether it was Dante’s or Bash’s or both in synchronicity I couldn’t tell, it was all a blur of alternating pleasure. Dante gripped my waist for leverage as he neared his climax, so I moved a hand to my clit and rubbed faster and faster to try to come with them. I tightened my lips over Bash as he thrust, eager to bring him to the edge too, wanting to feel them both explode inside me at the same time.

“Goddamn you’re tight,” Dante growled, voice heavy with pleasure. “Jazz! Oh, Jazz!”

I wrapped my legs around him again and pushed and pulled with his body, ready to feel his load.

“Ohh,” Bash moaned, not to be outdone. “Jazz, I’m close…”

He tried to pull back, maybe to come on my chest or somewhere else, but that’s not what I wanted. I wanted to feel him shake and shudder with release. I grabbed his boulder-like ass and pulled him close, wrapping my lips over his shaft and swirling my tongue around the tip.

“Oh my God! Oh God…”

Their combined climax filled my ears, deep and rumbling. I felt Dante tremble and shudder first, filling my pussy with his come while he roared, and I squeezed my legs around him so he would never leave.

Bash gripped my head tightly. All of his muscles bulged with sweat as he came even harder than Dante. He thrust one final time as far into my throat as I could take and then I felt his warm load, strong ropes that hit the back of my mouth and tasted salty and sweet, an intoxicating evidence of how I could bring him to climax with only my mouth and moans, and I held my lips tight over his cock until he’d given every last drop he had to give and his voice held no more notes of love.